is new.'
'As is our love, dear heart, as is our love.'
Bone-weary-Tipperton from lack of sleep and worry, Rynna from lack of sleep and battle-after a late supper, together they walked toward her quarters.
'We leave on the dawn,' said Tip.
'I know,' replied Ryn.
They came to her door.
'Stay awhile,' she said.
A time later and at the request of Silverleaf, Beau went looking for Tip to have the buccan come and choose a pony. Beau walked to Rynna's door.
He softly knocked.
No answer.
He knocked again.
No answer still.
Perhaps they 're not in, bucco. Then again perhaps they are. Of course, they may be up on the battlements watching the stars and canoodling, for surely if they were in, either Ryn or Tip would answer.
Softly Beau opened the door. Tip and Ryn, fully clothed, were lying on her bed sound asleep spoonwise, Tip with his arm about her.
Softly Beau closed the door. I'll just pick out his pony myself.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Tip awakened to find Rynna lying beside him and studying his face by the light of the stars seeping in through the high window.
She was unclothed.
Tipperton sat up, and without speaking she knelt on the bed beside him and gently unlaced his shirt.
And though neither had any experience, they made sweet and tender love and fell asleep once more in one another's arms.
Stay.
I cannot. I have a promise to fulfill to a dead Kingsman.
Come with me.
I cannot, for I have my own pledge to carry out, an oath taken when Springwater was destroyed.
Wait for me.
Wait for me.
I will, my buccaran.
I will, O dammia mine.
And they made sweet, gentle love again.
Dawn came.
Horses and ponies were saddled and mules laden with gear and fare-grain for the animals, and rations for Li an and Waerlinga.
And Rynna gave over the gift of three red-fletched arrows to Tipperton, arrows with a woven collar of scarlet bark at the head.
As Tip accepted them he asked, 'What are these?'
'Signal arrows,' replied Rynna. 'Light them and loose them into the sky. They make a bright crimson flare and leave a burning streak in the air behind. You never know when you may need one.'
'Oh, Ryn, I have nothing to give you in exchange.'
'You've given me yourself and that is enough. Just promise me you'll return.'
'I will come when the coin is delivered,' said Tipperton, placing the arrows in his quiver.
Rynna nodded and tried to smile brightly.
Tipperton took up his lute and tied it to the rear cantle and then stepped back from the pony and looked it over. All seemed ready. Then he turned to Rynna and embraced her. 'Stay safe, my dammia,' he whispered, his voice husky.
'Take care, my buccaran,' she whispered back.
Tip glanced at Loric, and at a nod, they began walking the steeds across the bailey and toward the gate, Phais leading, Loric next, then Beau, with Tip and Rynna coming last.
Through the jinking passage under the wall they went, the animal hooves aclatter upon the stone way, Tipperton dreading what was to come.
'She was right, you know,' said Tip above the clack and chatter and echo of shod hooves.
'Who was right?' asked Rynna.
'Phais. She said that war sunders friend from friend and lover from lover, and although I always believed it was so, never did I think it would happen to me.'
Rynna sighed and nodded, but said nothing in return.
Somewhere above a horn sounded, its clarion call ringing down through the murder holes.
Ryn raised an eyebrow and glanced at Tip and took an arrow from the quiver at her hip. ' 'Tis an alert, though not a battle cry.'
Hastily, Tip retrieved his Elven bow from its saddle scabbard and set one of his own arrows to string, while Beau laded his sling.
They came out from under the wall and onto the pontoon bridge. Both Tipperton and Rynna scanned the edge of the woods lying a distance beyond the opposite bank, but Beau said, 'Oh, look,' and pointed downriver.
A number of small boats laden with men and plied by oars came rowing upstream.
'What is it?' asked Tipperton, turning to Ryn.
'I don't know, but we'd better be ready for whatever comes.'
Loric and Phais began backing the steeds toward the fortress walls, the mules protesting yet grudgingly moving hindward, balking now and then. 'Back,' called Phais. 'Take shelter, for we know not what this portends.'
But in that very moment in one of the boats a man stood and held up his empty hands and cried out: 'Safe haven! Safe haven!'
'I don't like this one bit, Ryn. These are Rivermen.'
Rynna looked at Tip and whispered back, 'Are we to deny them shelter just because of something their ancestors did long past?'
'But Rivermen were adherents of Gyphon once, and who's to say they haven't fallen back on those evil ways?'
'Are the sins of the ancestors to be visited upon the descendants?'
'Oh, Ryn, it's just that I don't want to leave you in any danger.'
'Tipperton, O my Tipperton, in times such as this no place is safe.'
Even as Tipperton and Rynna whispered back and forth, while the bulk of the Rivermen remained outside, their leaders negotiated with Silverleaf and Aravan, and on the walls above, Waerlinga stood with arrows nocked and ready, yet with bowstrings undrawn.
At last Silverleaf signed that all was well, and arrows were placed back in quivers and bows unstrung.
Phais and Loric came to Tip and Beau and Ryn. 'Vani-dar has granted them temporary sanctuary. Aravan is to go with a warband to Olorin Isle to see if their tale rings true, and if necessary across the river to Darda Galion beyond to discover what the march-ward has seen. In this mission as in all others, Rynna, he will need scouts.'
Rynna nodded, then asked, 'What tale do they tell, these Rivermen?'
'That Foul Folk came downstream and plundered and raided and slew, and these Rivermen were all who escaped with their lives.'
Rynna sighed. 'Foul Folk, eh? Perhaps some of those we chased down the Argon.'
'I thought you slew them all,' said Tip.
'So did I, yet it may be that some escaped, or perhaps some went downstream before we came upon the others.'
'Regardless,' said Phais, glancing up at the midmorn-ing sun and then at Tip and Beau, ' 'tis time we were on our way.'
