Kevik nodded.
Chad stood at the window and watched the riders race from the courtyard. The courtyard began to fill with people, two of which were Riyan and Chyfe. Swords in hand, they joined with others who had gathered to repel an attack force which never materialized.
Picking up the rope that was lying on the table nearby, he moved from the window and opened the door. The hallway was dark and quiet. Crossing to the doorway opposite his quickly, he entered the room Seth and his brother shared. Shutting and locking the door behind him, he went to the window and waited.
He didn’t have long to wait before two shadows appeared crossing the street. Recognizing their silhouettes, he lowered the rope down as they came closer.
“He’s gone,” the old soldier told the onlookers as he exited the stable. Riyan and Chyfe stood with the others who had come when the alarm had sounded. “They tied up Rall, and took the prisoner.”
Just then Rall emerged from the stable and came to the old soldier. Rubbing the side of his head, he said, “They came out of nowhere!”
Another man who walked with Rall saw Riyan standing with the onlookers. “They stole three of your horses,” he told him.
“What?” exclaimed Riyan in dramatic surprise. Rushing to the stable, he and Chyfe saw the empty stalls.
“Damn horse thieves!” Chyfe cursed, playing the part to the hilt.
As the two of them exited the stable, the old soldier was staring at them peculiarly. Riyan noticed the look and came to a quick stop.
“You have two men with you who looked like Tribesmen don’t you?” the old soldier asked.
“Well, yes we do,” Riyan replied, “But they come from up north near Gilbeth.” He paused a moment as he took in the growing negative stance the locals were taking toward him and Chyfe.
“Where are they?” a local asked. The man and others glanced around to see if they could be located.
“Yes,” the old soldier said as he stared at Riyan. “Where are they?”
“I…I don’t know,” replied Riyan. “Surely you can’t think they had anything to do with this?”
“Two men appear out of nowhere,” the old soldier stated. “None of the men posted to watch for the approach of Raiders saw them. Perhaps they were already here?”
From behind the old soldier, Bart appeared for which Riyan was grateful. Bart was much better at this sort of thing than he was. “What is it exactly that you are accusing us of?” Bart demanded. “After all, we were the ones who affected his capture if you’ll remember.”
“Then where are they?” asked the old soldier.
“Back in the inn,” Bart explained, “watching our equipment.”
“We’ll just see about that,” he said. Motioning to the two archers who were in the crowd he indicated Riyan, Bart and Chyfe. “Don’t let them get away.”
“Yes sir,” one of the archers replied.
“Instead of wasting time with this nonsense,” Bart said then pointed in the direction the three riders had fled, “maybe you should be getting after them.”
“Too late now,” he replied. “Besides, it would be foolish to leave the protection of Marl Crest. Who knows how many Raiders lie in wait out there in the darkness?” Turning toward the inn, the old soldier and a good portion of the onlookers began heading quickly for the rear door.
Kevik, who had by this time returned to the inn, stood at the window overlooking the courtyard. When he saw the group of locals heading their way, he left the window and raced across the hall.
“Hurry up,” he said to Chad, “they’re on their way.”
Chad nodded. Beside him stood Seth who had just finished making his way up the rope and through the window. The rope tightened in his hand as Soth began his ascent. From below, they heard the door open and the footsteps of many people crossing the common room toward the stairway leading to the second floor.
Soth moved up the rope with great agility. When he was but a few feet from the window ledge, they heard the footsteps reach the landing on their floor. “Time’s running out,” Seth said as he leaned out to see how his brother was doing.
Soth pulled himself up to just below the window ledge and then said, “Give me a hand.” His brother reached down, took his hand, and pulled him quickly through the window.
As soon as Soth’s weight was off the rope, Chad quickly pulled it into the room and stuffed it beneath one of the beds. No sooner had the rope been stashed and they took their seats than the old soldier appeared in the doorway.
“Yes?” Kevik asked as the old soldier came to a stop just within the room.
Not saying a word, the old soldier took in the fact that Seth and Soth were in the inn just as Riyan had said. From behind him one of the locals said to others further down the hallway, “They’re here.”
“Were we supposed to be somewhere else?” asked Chad.
Turning about, the old soldier left the room and proceeded down the hall to the stairs. The local who had come with him followed, after each had looked into the room to see for themselves that the twins were there.
After the last one had left, the four companions broke into smiles. Seth got up and hurried to close the door. “That was close,” he said to the others.
“Too close,” agreed Kevik.
Then from out in the hallway, more steps could be heard approaching their room. Worry that the locals had returned quickly disappeared when the door opened and Bart, Chyfe, and Riyan entered the room. Everyone remained quiet until the door had been shut.
“We did it!” exclaimed Riyan in a hushed voice.
“So it would seem,” agreed Bart. “I suggest we take the rest of our horses and get out of here now.” Turning to Seth, he asked, “How did it go?”
“Haran said we’d find the horses in an abandoned farm three miles south of town,” he replied.
“Haran?” asked Kevik.
“That was the Raider’s name,” he explained. “The horses will be stashed inside a farmhouse with a broken chimney.”
“Alright then,” Bart said. “Get your stuff and let’s get out of here.” Outside, the eastern sky was brightening with the coming of dawn. A short time later, each had their packs and was headed down the stairs. At the bottom, they found the girl happily getting the common room back in order.
Riyan paused a moment as he watched her pick up one of the pallets from off the floor. She was humming a merry tune. Though she didn’t leave with Haran, she was pleased by the fact that he wasn’t being sent off to Yerith Keep for questioning. Hope was still alive that she and her man could be together. It just wouldn’t be this day.
She turned and started to carry the pallet to the door leading in the back of the inn then came to a stop when she saw him standing there. A smile was on her face as she met his gaze.
Chad grabbed Riyan by the arm. “Come on,” he said. Riyan nodded to her and then allowed Chad to lead him to the doorway. Before they passed through the doorway, the girl’s merry tune had resumed.
Outside, the mood of the locals was upbeat. Though the captured Raider had escaped, Marl Crest had survived the encounter. Too often in the past, the aftermath of a Raider attack had been a cause for grief and rebuilding.
“Sorry about the loss of your horses,” one man said as they crossed the courtyard to the stable. He was a farmer by the looks of him, despite the bow and quiver of arrows slung across his back.
“We’ll manage,” Bart said.
“Might get them back if we have the fortune to run into the thieving swine,” Chyfe said. “That and a little of their hide for our trouble.”
“Good luck,” the farmer said.
Chyfe nodded and then they were in the stable. Two other locals were there and they too offered their condolences on the ‘loss’ of their horses.
With three horses gone, they were forced to ride double. Chad rode behind Riyan, Chyfe and Bart rode another, as did the twins. Kevik was more than happy to not have to share his horse with anyone.
Once they were mounted, they left the stable. The old soldier was off to the side talking with several of the other locals. When they emerged, the talking ceased and the group watched them silently as they made their way
