'Say, now,' declared Gaman, 'couldn't you go east by traveling south first? I mean, down to Rhone and across and up? Skirt Drearwood altogether?'
'Hrara,' said Trake, again laying his thumb against the map to gauge distances. 'By travelin' down and 'round, it'd be some three hundred miles altogether, while going straight through would be, uh, right at two hundred.' He looked across at Tipperton. 'What I would do in your place, Thistledown, is-'
In that moment the door opened and some eight or ten men trooped in. Prell gestured at a large table across the common room and called out, 'Over by the big table, men. We've a deal of planning to do.'
As the men assembled 'round the long table, the mayor stood and fixed Tipperton with his gaze. 'Miller, you can do as you please. Choose as you will-to march with the muster to the west, or to go east as the Kingsman bade. If you choose the latter, take whatever you need. As for me, I've got some important planning to do.' Prell then turned on his heel and went to join his squad leaders.
'Hmph,' grunted Beau, cocking an eyebrow at Tipperton, 'as if what you're preparing to do, Tip, is completely inconsequential. I take it we've all been dismissed.'
Gaman snorted and shook his head. 'Prell, he's busy being commander, and if he doesn't watch out, likely soon he'll be swelled up as big as a toad.'
Tipperton giggled at the image, but Beau just glared at Prell.
'Well,' said Trake, gesturing at the map, 'back to business. Which way will it be, Tipperton: straight through Drearwood, or down and 'round and up?'
'Aye,' said Gaman. 'Short and direct or long and roundabout.'
'Well,' said Tipperton, eyeing the chart, 'it seems to me that-'
'Boy!' came Prell's call. 'You. Darby. Run that map over here.'
Beau's mouth dropped open.
'That's an order, boy.'
Beau did not move.
Exasperated, Prell stormed to the table, glaring at Beau, and reached down and snatched up the map. 'I'll deal with you later,' he growled and turned on his heel.
'Hoy,' protested Beau, 'we need that to lay out our route.' But the mayor paid Beau no heed and bore the map away. Incensed, Beau started to hop down, but Tip grabbed him by the arm and stopped him and turned the buccan face to face and mouthed, [Our route?]
'Never mind about the map,' said Tessa, standing, 'I've another. Use it to direct my traveling guests as to how to get to where they're wanting to go.'
As Tessa stepped toward the bar, Beau looked at Tipperton, fire in his eye. 'That settles it, Tip. I'll not serve under him. Instead, I'm coming with you.'
'Coming with-? But the muster-they'll need your healing skills.'
'Look, Tip, he said it himself: Garven the barber is going with them, and he knows stitching as well as I do. And as to herblore, there's Finch. Between them they can deal with the healing.' Beau glared across the room at Prell. 'Make a runner out of me, would he? Well he can just go pee up a rope.' Beau turned back to Tip. 'Besides, he said take whatever you need, and you need me, for with the two of us, one can stand watch while the other sleeps and, of course, conversely.'
Tip raised a hand. 'But you said that even if some fool went with me, and we took turns guarding and sleeping, still we're not likely to make it through.'
'Look, Tip, I truly believe that one alone can't make it through, and since two are needed, as Tessa would say- and it's true-who better to sneak past the foe than two stealthy Warrows? Besides, if I want to be the fool who goes with you, that's my decision to make… if you'll have me, that is.'
'But the peril-'
'Hang the peril, Tip. I can't let you go alone and that's that.'
Tip's eyes glistered as he gazed at his friend, and he reached out and touched the buccan's hand. 'Well then, Beau, if it's someone I need to take with me, I could choose none better than you.'
'Heh!' cackled Trake, slapping Gaman on the arm, 'I don't know who it is the High King is fighting, who's behind all this mess with the Rucks and such, but if them what aid High King Blaine are like these two, well, the foe doesn't stand even half a chance.'
In that moment Tessa returned with her map.
They pored over the chart and discussed alternatives, and in the end at Beau's behest Tipperton finally chose: 'All right. It's long and perhaps safer against short and perhaps swifter.' Tip fell into thought, his gaze on the map. At last he said, 'Given that war has begun and the Foul Folk are on the move, as we have said, they could be anywhere and so no route is known to be safe. Too, it seems imperative that we carry the warning eastward as swift as we can. And since going 'round Drearwood adds at least a hundred miles to our journey just to find the Elves, it means delaying the alarm by a sevenday or more. So I choose to go straight through Drearwood, the most direct and swiftest way, even though the peril may be greater.'
Beau let out his pent-up breath and nodded in agreement, while Gaman sighed and said, 'Although I reck' the other way safer, so be it, Thistledown. But remember, build no fires and travel only after the sun comes up and hole up before it goes down, for even in dark Drearwood, things tend to avoid the light of day… or so they say.
'But look here, you two come down to my stables and take three of my best ponies, one each to ride, and the third one to carry supplies. That should shorten the time you are in the wood and get the alarm to the Elves all the faster.'
'Ponies?' exclaimed Beau. 'But then we can't go in stealth.'
'True,' said Tessa. 'But Gaman is right: you will go faster.'
All eyes turned to Tipperton, the buccan frowning in thought. At last he looked up at Gaman. 'All right, we'll ride in the day and hide quietly at night.'
'Good,' said Gaman. 'Be at the stables first thing in the morning.'
Trake looked across at the Warrows. 'Stop by my store on your way. You'll need food and grain for the ponies, extra blankets, whatever.'
'And I'll throw in some of my best brandy,' said Tessa, laughing, 'purely for medicinal purposes, you understand.'
Gaman raised his voice to be heard above the hubbub of men. 'These are three of my best.'
'But we don't have saddles or aught else needed,' called Tipperton back.
'And nought but a few coppers to pay you,' added Beau.
'Wellanow, lads, if it's the High King's business you're setting out to do, then I shouldn't quibble about payment, should I?'
'I'll work out something when we get back,' said Tipperton. 'Till then you can hold my mill in trust.'
'And my herb garden,' added Beau. 'There's moon-wrad and willowfern and bear's mint and a whole host of other such. If I'm not back to harvest it when it comes due, then you do so, and sell it for a pretty penny, too. Sell all but the moonwrad. Instead, dry the root and keep it for me; I've a special use to put it to.'
'Ah, now, lad, I wouldn't know how to do such.'
'Mister Trake'll know, I should think,' said Beau. 'He keeps herbs and the ones he can sell will help pay you both back for the ponies and tack and all these supplies.'
'And if you can find someone to run it, you can use my mill whenever there's a need to grind grain,' added Tip.
'Well, if you insist,' Gaman grudgingly agreed. 'Now let's saddle up these two and load your goods on t'other.'
As shouting men tramped out of the stables to assemble in the dawn light, Tip and Beau and Gaman slipped halters onto all three of the ponies, then while the buccen saddled the steeds, Gaman fitted a padded rack on the third horseling and cinched it in place.
Quiet fell within the mews, but for the fading tramp and talk of the men moving off to the town square.
Tessa appeared with two flagons of brandy. 'Did you sleep well, Mr. Darby, and you as well, Mr. Thistledown?'
'Oh, yes, Miss Tessa,' replied Beau, glancing at Tip, who nodded in agreement. 'The beds at the Red Fox are soft and warm, though a bit overlarge for the likes of us.'
'Well, now, seeing as how you two are the only ones of your kind nearabout, I think you'll just have to put up
