merchants who hired him. Rhep stalked off and began shouting orders to the guards, and after a few moments the protest subsided.
There was not much to unload, as most of the cargo seemed to be small, precious items. The guards made short work of the task, then encircled the treasure with the sky chariots. The formidable steeds they tethered just beyond, reasoning that the fierce pegasi, griffons, and giant eagles would be a greater deterrent to theft than any human guards Lord Gundwynd could muster. In the next circle the guards and merchants set up camp, some sharing the companionship of scattered fires, others, less eager for company, finding relative privacy on the outer edges of the clearing.
Elaith picked the least hospitable spot for himself. Uphill from the clearing, near the edge of the trees, was a spot strewn with tumbled rocks and fallen limbs. The boulders formed a barrier between him and the com shy;pany, yet the site offered good visibility over the clear shy;ing and well into the tree line behind him. It was a highly defensible place, which the elf bolstered with a few snares and half-moon traps-an abomination to most elves, but effective for all that.
The elf finished up by hiding several throwing knives here and there and then quickly built a fire. He pushed aside some of the burning wood and placed a small travel pot amid the glowing embers. Into this he emp shy;tied some water from his drinking flask as well as some dried mushrooms and herbs. While that simmered, he settled down to enjoy the solitude-and to watch his fellow travelers.
Bronwyn busied herself with the caravan's bundles, setting to work along with the guards. She exchanged jests with several of the men and slapped away a few grasping hands-but with easy good humor that left most of her companions standing alone, but smiling. The elf had to admire her aplomb in this matter, not to mention her good taste in refusing to have anything to do with the louts.
He was not pleased, however, when the woman began a purposeful approach to his campsite. She paused at the very edge of the circle of firelight and cast an uneasy glance over her shoulder.
'Mind if I join you?' she said tentatively. When he hesitated, she added, 'I am the only woman in this camp.'
Elaith's eyebrows flew up. 'You hardly need to offer that as an inducement. Many would seek you out in a crowd of courtesans.'
This response brought a wry chuckle from Bronwyn. 'I suppose that did sound like an offer,' she admitted. 'It wasn't intended to. In truth, I'd like to get some sleep tonight, and I'm looking for a safe place.'
'This is it?'
She shrugged, following his meaning. 'I haven't crossed you in business, and I've got nothing worth stealing. By all reports, you've got little interest in human women. As I see it, that adds up to about as safe as I'm likely to get. If you've an objection, I'll find another spot.'
'None whatsoever.' Now that he considered the matter, Elaith could see a definite advantage in keeping a close watch over his probable rival. 'Do have a care near that jagged boulder.'
She skirted the large rock, nodding approval when she caught sight of the circle trap. 'Got many of those around?'
'A few.'
'Good. I'll sleep more soundly for knowing it.'
Elaith made room for her at the fireside. 'Where is the dwarf?'
'Around,' she said vaguely. 'He pulled first watch. Oh, will you look at that!' she exclaimed suddenly, pointing.
The elf followed her gesture. At the far side of the clearing, a large fire leaped into the night. Multicolored lights and intricate patterns danced amid the flames. Silhouetted against the fey light were the lithe forms of the Eagle Riders. Garelith was telling the tale, judging from his animated face and hand gestures.
'Fireside tales,' Elaith reminisced. 'A small magic, often taught to elven young.'
'This puts to shame all those hours I've spent star shy;ing into the flames,' Bronwyn said, her tones rounded with wonder and delight. 'How I wish I could hear their stories! But the elves would never tell them before me.'
'No doubt you are right.' A peal of bawdy laughter punctuated the elven tale, and the flames turned blue and rose into improbably entwined figures. 'Not neces shy;sarily for the reason you think,' Elaith added.
Bronwyn peered at the fire for a moment, then sat back looking impressed. 'Huzzah! I'll always regard centaurs in a whole new light.'
The elf saw no particular place for that conversation to go, so he dipped up soup in his travel mug and handed it to his guest. She produced a similar cup from her bag and handed it to him. For a few moments they ate in silence.
Finally Elaith's curiosity prevailed. 'You strike me as exceedingly forthright, yet you haven't asked me my business in Silverymoon.'
This amused her. 'I'd probably be better off not know shy;ing! Truthfully, this has been a busy season for me. I have a great deal of business to attend. It's all I can do to watch my own affairs, much less mind anyone else's.'
'You'll be staying on in Silverymoon for a while, then.'
'As long as it takes. A few days, perhaps.'
At the far side of the clearing, the Eagle Riders began a raucous game of dice. Bronwyn responded with a quick, sympathetic smile. Her reaction prodded the elf's suspicions about her knowledge of elves, and her true reasons for the trip.
'Their behavior doesn't seem to surprise you,' Elaith commented.
'Should it? They're young, high-spirited, and enjoy shy;ing good company. They are entitled to their fun.'
'Most humans do not consider high spirits to be an elven virtue,' he persisted. 'I think you're more familiar with our ways.'
She shrugged again. 'I've done business with all sorts. It helps to know the customs.'
'I can see how it would,' he agreed, approaching the question from another side. 'Your work must often pres shy;ent challenges. Forgive me, but I find it difficult to envi shy;sion the fey folk entrusting their lost treasures to a human.'
Bronwyn accepted this with a nod. 'Some do feel that way. Others respect results and pay well for them. Why do you ask?'
'I might wish to engage your services some time,' the elf said vaguely. He glanced up at the stars to measure the hour, then inclined his head in apology. 'I am being a poor host. I have kept you talking, when you ex shy;pressed desire to sleep.'
She stopped in mid-yawn and then reached for her bedroll. 'I won't argue with you.'
Elaith sat by the fire long after the woman's soft, steady breathing indicated that she slept. From time to time he drifted into reverie, that watchful dreaming that renewed and restored the fey folk.
However, there was little respite for Elaith this night. For the first time in many years, he saw in reverie the leaping white towers of the Moonstone Palace as he rode his silver-gray horse through the streets of Ever shy;meet's royal city. His heart swelled with the pride befit shy;ting one of his race and rank and talents, and it beat with quick anticipation of the meeting ahead. Amnes shy;tria, the youngest daughter of King Zaor and Queen Amlaruil, had been pledged to him in betrothal. She had sent word that she was eager to meet with her betrothed when the moon rose.
The crunch of heavy boots against stony ground roused Elaith from his dream. His keenly honed senses recognized the portent of danger, but for a moment or two he didn't care. The dream was so vivid, so poignant, that it left behind a sense of loss that dwarfed all other considerations.
Evermeet was lost to him. Amnestria was long dead. Her half-elven daughter despised him, and not without reason. What could possibly matter, in light of all that?
Elaith watched without interest as a large figure broke away from the trees and stalked toward his camp. A small movement nearby drew his eyes. Bronwyn's small hand curled around a knife. Other than that, she might have been asleep. She did not move and her breathing was slow and even.
'Expecting trouble?' the elf said softly.
'I warned you of the possibility,' she responded. Her eyes opened a crack, and fell upon the large, bearded
