whispered.
Danyal nodded; her suggestion was the same thing that he himself had decided. As quietly as possible they slipped between the cliff and the thornbush, crouching as they looked into the woods to the right and left.
The scent of lush pine was pure and overwhelming, seeming to deny the existence of anything dangerous. But Danyal wasn't in any mood to take chances. Still moving with care, he crept forward, under the branches of a thick pine. Fortunately underbrush was scarce and the going was relatively easy. The forest floor was a that of brown needles broken from numerous branches. Some of the trees, like the one he currently used for shelter, were massive, while others were mere saplings.
He had the feeling that any one of them could have concealed a dangerous enemy.
Mirabeth crept forward to join him, and for several minutes they lay on their bellies, silent and intent, watching the woods for anything out of the ordinary. Abruptly the kendermaid nudged Danyal, almost causing him to gasp in alarm until he saw that she was smiling.
Following her pointing finger, he saw a doe and a fawn grazing a mere stone's throw away.
The two watchers kept completely still, scarcely breathing, as the pair of deer pulled at the tufts of grass that, in places, poked through the carpet of dried pine needles. Shadows dappled the rich brown coat of the doe, while the speckles on the fawn's back and flanks seemed to sparkle like diamonds as the creature cavorted through patches of sunlight. Alternately tense and playful, the young deer moved around its mother with upraised ears and stiltlike, unsteady legs.
For long minutes the animals moved slowly across Dan's and Mirabeth's fields of vision, and the lad took heart from the knowledge that the shy creatures would certainly have taken flight if any threat was lurking nearby. Finally the deer wandered away, lost behind the screening trunks of the woods, and the two wanderers rose to their feet.
'I tried to mask our path through the meadow beyond these woods,' Danyal explained. 'Let's take a look and make sure we don't have anyone on our trail.'
Mirabeth nodded and moved away with lithe grace. With a flash of guilt, Danyal watched her from behind, thinking she was very pretty. She moves like a girl, he realized-a human girl-though she could have been sixty or seventy years old, for all he knew.
When she turned to see if he was following, he blushed furiously, even more so when he saw her shy smile and suspected that she knew he had been watching her. Lowering his eyes, he concentrated on following through the woods without making a lot of noise.
Taking a circuitous route away from their shelter, Dan and Mirabeth dropped into a rock-bedded ravine. The gully scored a straight path through the woods, angling generally toward the large meadow where the lad had created the false trail. Following the natural trench for several minutes, they finally saw the brightness of full daylight through the trees. It was easy to scramble out of the ravine, using roots and vines for handholds. At the top, they wriggled forward until they were concealed beneath a pine tree at the very edge of the forest.
'There!' Mirabeth's warning was a barely audible breath of air.
Danyal saw them at the same time: six scruffy figures, moving through the meadow along the trail that the four companions had left the previous night.
'I wonder where the others are.' Again Mirabeth spoke in a hushed voice.
Indeed, though the men were too far away to see their faces, Danyal knew that two of the bandits were missing from this group. From the matted hair and beards that he saw, he guessed that one of those absent was Kelryn Darewind.
'They're coming up to the place where I hid the trail,' he whispered, his stomach churning into his throat as the men reached the edge of the woods. Only when they turned toward the stream did he allow himself to relax, realizing as he exhaled that he was trembling.
'It worked,' he breathed, his sense of elation sublime, but tempered by knowledge of the nearness of danger. 'They're following the false path I made!'
He heard shouts in tones of disgust as the bandits came to the edge of the water, though he couldn't hear exactly what they were saying.
'It sounds like they've been that way before,' Mira-beth deduced. 'Looks like they've been double-checking the trail-and that's where they lost it.'
Dan realized she was right. 'They must have backtracked once they lost the trail in the stream.' But how persistent would they be in looking for the concealed trail? Would they keep searching? And where were the other two men?
Several of the bandits were engaged in a heated argument, pointing both upstream and down, while another of the fellows seemed ready to start back to the woods.
'We've got to get back to the cave and wake Foryth and Emilo if they're still sleeping,' Dan urged. 'It's time to get out of here!'
Moving as quickly as they dared while still preserving some semblance of silence, the two backtracked to the ravine. They leapt down to land on a patch of smooth moss and then broke into a full sprint, following the gully toward its terminus near their makeshift shelter.
'This is where we climbed in,' Danyal said, pointing to the shelf of rock that rose as the left wall of the ravine. 'It didn't seem so high when we jumped down.'
'We can climb it,' Mirabeth assured him. 'There's plenty of handholds.'
Danyal agreed.
'Don't start coming up until I'm all the way to the top. You shouldn't be beneath me, in case I slip!' the kender-maid called over her shoulder.
She kicked her foot into a crack in the stone wall and reached upward to find a pair of handholds. Pulling herself off the ground, she ascended smoothly and soon neared the top of the rocky face.
Watching nervously, Danyal saw her foot slip momentarily from its perch. He tensed, ready to catch her, trying to anticipate how she would fall, but the nimble maid maintained her balance easily. In another moment she disappeared over the rim of the top.
A split second later Mirabeth's scream of shrill terror split the woods, sending birds cawing into the air and filling Danyal with unspeakable panic.
'What is it?' Frantically the lad threw himself at the rock wall, scrambling up a short distance and then, slipping in his haste, tumbling back to sprawl on the ravine floor. He looked up and felt the hope drain from his body.
Kelryn Darewind stood there, and in his arms, he held the squirming figure of Mirabeth. His hand was clasped over her mouth as she stared, wide-eyed with terror, at Danyal Thwait.
'Well, there you are, my young friend.' The bandit lord was cool, even dispassionate, and that aloofness brought Dan's hatred burning through every other emotion. But he could only stare in impotent fury as Kelryn continued. 'It seems you must have wandered off in the night. It's really quite a relief to find you again.'
Trembling, Danyal stared bitterly upward, knowing that even if he clawed his way up the cliff, it would be a simple matter for the bandit lord to kick him loose when he neared the top.
'I think I'll take this little prize with me to Loreloch!' taunted Kelryn Darewind.
Only then did another figure saunter into view, as Zack joined his captain. The knifeman fixed Danyal with a cackling glare, his one eye flashing wickedly.
'Run!' screamed Mirabeth, suddenly twisting her mouth free from Kelryn's hand. 'He's going to kill you!'
Danyal couldn't make his feet move. He cried aloud as the false priest clapped a rough hand over the kender-maid's mouth. Only when Kelryn nodded forcefully at Zack did the youth perceive the imminent threat and break into flight.
He heard the clump of something heavy landing on the ground behind him and didn't need to look back to know that Zack had leapt into the ravine. The bandit's thudding footsteps were loud and clumsy as he pounded after Dan, and the boy couldn't suppress a sob of terror as he felt that menacing presence closing in. He sprinted as fast as he could, dashing around corners in the winding ravine, desperately seeking some place that might let him scramble upward to safety.
And knowing that he left Mirabeth in Kelryn Dare-wind's merciless hands somewhere far behind him.
Zack uttered a bark of cruel laughter, and Dan knew from the sound that the man was only a few steps
