to make it sting. This time, though, it came out sincere. The Sibyl-no, the ex-Sibyl-was trying to adjust; he could at least do the same.
Shadows were lengthening when they came out of the haunted forest that surrounded Ikos and into woods like those in the rest of the northlands. The transition point was easy to spot: as soon as they returned to the normal woods, the earthquake showed its effects again, not least with a couple of toppled trees stretched across the roadway.
Moving those trunks would have taken half a village of serfs. Van drove around them through the undergrowth. As he did so, he said, ' Wouldn't have wanted to try this back a ways. You go in there, who knows if you come out again?'
'I like that,' Selatre said. 'You were willing enough to send me off into those woods when I needed to make water. Did you hope you would be rid of me?'
Van coughed and spluttered. 'No, lady, nothing like that at all. If I thought of it at all, I thought you were holy enough to have nothing to fear.'
'So I may have been, once,' Selatre said, gloom returning. 'No more.'
They rode on a while in silence after that. Eyeing the sinking sun, Gerin said, 'We might do well to look for that spot after we came through the free peasant village. They won't know what we're about until we roll past them early tomorrow morning.'
'If they're not all downfallen from the quake,' Van added. 'Only thing I worry about there, Captain-not counting the ghosts, for we've little to give 'em-is monsters on our trail.'
'The ghosts will keep them from traveling at night…' Gerin's voice trailed away. 'I hope,' he finished, realizing he had no way of knowing what-if anything-the ghosts could do to the horrid creatures from the caves.
'We can't go on traveling all night,' Van said. 'Whether the ghosts let us or not, we'd ruin the horses, maybe kill 'em. So stopping's still our best plan, and I think you picked a good place for it.'
To the Fox's admiration, Van recognized the little side road down which they'd turned a few nights before. Gerin recognized it, too-once he was on it. But the landmarks looked different coming west from the way they had going east, and he might well have driven right past the junction.
The outlander got busy making a fire. Bow in hand, Gerin walked through the woods in search of a blood offering for the ghosts. When the light began to fade alarmingly before he'd found either bird or beast, he began turning over stones and pieces of bark. He grabbed a fat, long-tailed lizard before it could scuttle back into hiding. It twisted in his grasp and bit his finger hard enough to draw blood from him, but he held on and, swearing, carried the creature to camp.
Van gave it a dubious look. 'That's the best you could come up with?' he asked, and made as if to get up himself. But the sun was down by then, and the ghosts beginning to haver. Scowling against their cries, he said, 'Cut its throat, quick. It has to be better than nothing.'
Gerin made the sacrifice, then flipped away the lizard's writhing body. He peered down into the trench he'd dug. The blood seemed hardly enough to dampen the dirt at the bottom. He wondered if he should have kept hunting till he found a creature with more to give the ghosts.
But in spite of the paltry offering, the night spirits seemed no more vicious than they had at other times when he'd camped in the open. Mildly puzzled but not inclined to complain at his good fortune, he pulled a sack of supplies from the back of the wagon. Selatre accepted the small loaf of hard-baked bread he held out to her, but was careful not to let her fingers brush his when she took it.
He forgot to be irked, exclaiming, 'Lady, I wonder if the holiness you bring from Ikos-the last holiness left of Ikos, I fear-isn't helping hold the ghosts at arm's length.'
'I am holy no more,' she answered bleakly.
'You're the Sibyl no more, true,' Gerin said, 'but I wonder if the other is so. You didn't abandon Biton; he chose to leave you. How could that be your fault?'
She looked startled, and did not answer. She looked startled again when Gerin and Van drew straws to see who would take first watch and who second, but shook her head at her own foolishness. 'Of course that's needful here,' she said, half to herself. 'Who would do it for you?'
'We didn't bring any temple guards along, that's certain,' Van said. He got up and paced about; Gerin had won his choice, and decided to sleep through the first watch. The outlander went on, 'Here, lady, you can take my blanket till I wake up the Fox; then I expect he'll let you have his.'
'You're generous, both of you,' the Sibyl said, watching Gerin nod. Even so, she made sure she placed herself on the far side of the fire from him before she wrapped the checked square of wool around her and settled down for the night.
Van needed to shake and prod and practically pummel Gerin before he'd wake. The outlander pointed over across the embers to Selatre. With a grin, he said, 'She's human enough-she snores.' The grin disappeared. 'Now how am I supposed to wake her and get my blanket back without making her think I've got rape on my mind? That's what she thinks of touching, plain enough.'
'You can have mine if you like,' Gerin said.
'Too small for my bulk; you know mine's bigger than the usual,' Van said. 'I'll take it if I have to, but I'd really like to roll up in my own.'
Gerin did some thinking. With his wits midnight-slow, it wasn't easy. At last, though, he said, 'Here, I have it.' He rose creakily and poked around under a tree until he found a long, dry stick. Then he went over to the Sibyl and tapped her with it until she jerked awake and sat up.
'How dare you lay hands on-' she began. Then she realized Gerin hadn't laid hands on her. Faint firelight and the beams of all the moons but Elleb (which hadn't yet risen) showed her confusion. 'I see,' she said at last, inclining her head to Gerin. 'Your friend wants his blanket back, not so? And you found a way to let me know without touching me. I wonder if I would have done as well.' She unwrapped herself and stood. 'Here you are, Van of the Strong Arm.'
As Van came to strip off his armor and claim the blanket, Selatre stepped back to make sure they didn't bump even by accident. She looked away till he was settled. Then, instead of taking Gerin's blanket at once, she said, 'Let me walk off into the woods for a moment first.'
She didn't go far because of the ghosts (whose wails seemed to Gerin to get worse while she was away), and came back as fast as she'd promised, but Van was snoring by the time she returned. He'd said Selatre snored, too, but the Fox doubted she came anywhere close to the thunderous buzz he produced.
The former Sibyl wrapped herself in Gerin's blanket and wiggled around on the ground, trying to find a comfortable position. She kept squirming for some time, while Gerin walked back and forth waking up. Finally Selatre said, 'I can't sleep right now.'
'Nothing too out-of-the-way about that, I suppose, not when you lay in your bed through the day and the night and into the next day again,' Gerin said.
'I can still hardly believe that.' Selatre looked up into the sky. After a moment, Gerin realized she was studying the moons. When she spoke again, her voice held wonder: 'Tiwaz is closer to Math than he should be, and has sped farther past golden Nothos. What you say there must be so, which argues for the truth of the rest of your tale.'
'Lady, I told you no lies, nor did Van.' The Fox was nettled; here he'd risked his life to save her, and she still wondered if he was nothing more than a kidnapper? That irritation came out in the sneer with which he said, 'I trust you don't find yourself polluted by mere talk with a man?'
She flinched as if he'd slapped her. 'By no means,' she answered tonelessly. 'However-' She turned her back on him and started to wrap his blanket around her once more.
'I'm sorry,' he said, scraping a shallow trench in the ground with the hobnailed sole of his sandal. 'I shouldn't have said that. Talk all you care to; I'll listen.'
He wondered if she'd pay any attention to him; he would not have blamed her for ignoring him after that gibe. But, slowly, she turned back to him, eyeing him with the same grave attention she'd given the moon not long before. 'You will forgive me when I say that (knowing little of men in general and barons in particular) you strike me as unusual?' she asked.
His laugh held little mirth. 'Since everyone in the northlands says as much, why should you be any different?'
'I meant no insult,' Selatre said. 'The word of you that came to Ikos after Biton laid his hand on me and made
