overhead, he drifted off.
No sooner, it seemed, had he gone to sleep than he awakened to Phais with her finger across his lips.
'Mph.' He tried to speak 'Hush, Sir Tip,' she breathed. 'Danger this way comes.'
'Where?'
'Along the road.'
Starlight alone illumined the night, for the moon had set with the sun. Even so, as Tip got to his feet and took up his bow and arrows, he could see Loric and Beau moving toward the horses.
'We needs must keep the steeds calm,' whispered Phais, 'for should they call out a challenge…'
Quickly all four stepped to the animals and stood stroking them, Tip and Beau reaching up to do so, the Lian now and again whispering soothing words in Sylva.
And Tip listened for the enemy, yet heard nought until Finally, to the north he could detect a faint patter, growing louder, until it became the slap of heavy boots jog-trotting through the night along the Old Way. And mingled in with the thudding of feet, he could hear a faint jingle of… of armor. Now and again there came a snarl of language, and a cracking, as of a whip. Moments later in the starlight, a jostling band of Rupt trotted darkly into view, coming from the north, heading to the south.
Still the Elves and buccen and horses stood silently as the Spaunen loped along the road below, moving near and past and onward into the night beyond, and slowly the sounds faded in the distance.
'Vash!' cursed Phais. 'They are on the road ahead, mayhap to set ward on Giinar Gap.'
'Oh, no,' groaned Tip. 'Does this mean we have to ride even farther out of our way. -To Ralo Pass?'
'Not if we go 'round them ere they reach the gap,' said Loric. He turned to Phais. 'In less than a league the road swings in a drawn-out arc from north to southwesterly, striking for the ford o'er the River Hath. If the Spaunen follow the long flexure of the road, we can cut the bow straight across and mayhap gain the ford ere they do. I say we ride at first light and make directly o'er the wold for the ford.'
'Why wait for first light?' asked Beau. 'I mean, can't we go now?'
'Nay, Sir Beau,' replied Phais. 'The land of the wold is too rough, too hazardous, for the horses to cross in the night. E'en could we go now, still we may not be able to outpace the Rupt, for ravines and bluffs may bar swift progress. Still, Alor Loric's plan is sound and gives us the best chance to reach the gap ere they do.'
'How far is Hath Ford?' asked Tip.
'As flies the raven, ten leagues or so,' replied Loric, 'though should we encounter barriers, 'twill be more.'
'And how far by the road?'
'Mayhap another two leagues.'
'And how soon is first light?'
'Ten candlemarks.'
Tip frowned in contemplation, but Beau said, 'Oh, my, this will be close, eh?'
Loric nodded. 'Should the Spaunen delay-to camp or rest ere reaching the ford-then we should be across and gone ere they arrive.'
'Then let us hope that Foul Folk legs grow weary and need long rest,' said Beau.
They saddled and laded the horses, then fed each of the animals a ration of grain and broke their own fast while waiting for dawn to come creeping o'er the Grimwall. And while they waited, a chill wind sprang up from the west.
Across the high land they fared, pushing as swift as they dared, the wold rugged, then smooth by turns, with rolling hills interrupted by gulches and bluffs and rough stretches of jagged rock. Now and again the direct way would be barred by dense growths of furze and whin and gorse, and Beau would fret and Tip would fume as they were forced east or west and 'round. At times they would come to deep ravines, where they would dismount and lead the horses down and across and out, could they find a way; occasionally they would need ride the rim to locate suitable crossings, and always Tip wondered if they were ahead or behind the Foul Folk on the road. At other times the wold ran in long undulant stretches of loamy soil bearing a soft green sward with scatters of ling, and here they would canter at a goodly clip. Yet they could not run at this pace overlong, for e'en were the land friendly, still they had some thirty miles to go altogether, a long ride for horses they would spare. And so they varied the pace, now and then dismounting to walk or to stop for short rests, though neither Tip nor Beau did aught but pace while waiting to set out again.
But even though they occasionally paused in their journey, the sun did not, its inexorable passage influenced not a whit by the fates of those below.
Weapons in hand, they crept to the brow of the hill, crawling bellydown the last few feet, where they lay in the late afternoon sun and peered intently at the scanty woods alongside the River Hath. To their left the Old Way crossed over the land and down the bank to where the water ran wide, the river yet flowing swift with spring melt from high snow in the distant Grimwall. The road itself was empty, though less than a mile to the north it swung out of sight 'round the flank of a hill.
Long they looked, peering into the ever lengthening shadows as sundown drew nigh.
'I don't see a thing,' hissed Beau at last.
'Neither do I,' murmured Tip. He turned to Phais. 'What do your eagle eyes see?'
'Trees, shadows, a river,' murmured Phais, 'and nought of Foul Folk. E'en so, it seems unnaturally still, for no birds wing nigh, nor do animals chitter and scurry among the leaves. Too, only in places can I see past the trees at hand and to the far bank beyond.' She glanced at Loric. 'What sayest thou, chier?'
Loric turned his head to the others and took in all three with his gaze. 'There is but one way we will know, and that is to cross over now, ere the sun sets, for if it comes to combat I would not have the Waerlinga's sight and battle skills hampered even one jot by darkness.'
At these words, Tip's heart leapt into his throat, and he heard Beau gasp. Tip took a deep breath and then blew it out. 'Then we'd better get cracking,' he said, looking at the sun now lipping the horizon, the strength in his voice belying the knot in the pit of his stomach.
They slid back from the brow of the hill and then, stooping, made their way down to where they could stand without being seen by anyone nigh the ford. As they reached the horses, Loric said to Phais, 'What wouldst thou have, chier? Ride at a gallop or a walk?'
Her brow wrinkled. 'At a gallop we chance riding full-speed into an ambush. At a walk, any lying in wait will have longer to prepare.'
She looked at Tip.
'The sooner in, the sooner out,' said the buccan.
She looked at Beau.
He shrugged.
She turned to Loric and grinned. 'As Sir Tipperton has said, the sooner in, the sooner out.'
Loric grinned back. 'At a gallop, then.'
The Lian boosted the Waerlinga onto the packhorses, Phais saying, 'Make ready, for even though we saw nought, still there may be Rupt ahead, especially on the far bank where we could not see.'
Tip nocked an arrow to string, and Beau loaded his sling with a leaden shot. As Phais turned to mount her steed, Beau said, 'I just wish I had practiced at casting from horseback,' to which Tip responded, 'Who knew, Beau? Who knew?'
Loric mounted and said to Phais, 'Chieran?'
Phais smiled at him, her eyes glistering. 'Vi chier ir, Loric.'
'E vi chier ir,' he replied tenderly.
Phais looked ahead and drew her sword, saying, 'When we round the cant of the hill…' Then with a light touch of her heels, she urged her horse to a walk. Loric, his own sword in hand, moved forward as well. And riding on packhorses trailing, the buccen followed after.
Around the foot of the hill they went, four horses, two warriors, two Warrows, and when they reached the place where Hath Ford came into view, Phais and Loric spurred the horses to a gallop, the tethered animals running fleetly after.
Now they came to the road, the ford but a furlong ahead, the road itself running a short way to enter among the bordering trees and down to the swift-flowing water.
Along the hard-packed course galloped the horses, then into the long afternoon shadows cast by the verging
