“Now pay me heed, Tala. Churnazh will be after us soon-if he’s not already-and I’m thinking there’s no way the three of us can show them our heels.” One ear flicked at Farmah, drooping in the saddle, her small store of recovered energy already spent, and Tala nodded silently.
“Well, then. When you can’t outrun them, it’s time to outthink them. That’s why I’ve gone west, not east for Hurgrum as they might expect. But when they miss us on the east road, even the likes of Churnazh will think to sweep this way, as well.”
He paused, ears cocked, until Tala nodded again.
“I’d a few words with Turl,” he went on then, “and there’s one lad as wants us caught no more than we do, not with the questions they’ll be asking when they see saddles on the horses I ‘stole’! From the way he tells it, there’s a village-Fir Hollow, he called it-two leagues northeast of here. Do you know it?”
“Fir Hollow?” Tala repeated the name and furrowed her brow, then shook her head. “I’m afraid not, M’lord,” she apologized, and Bahzell shrugged.
“No reason you should, but here’s what I’m thinking. The road forks there, and the right fork-the eastern one-hooks north towards Chazdark.”
“Oh!” Tala nodded sharply. “I know that town, M’lord. Fraidahn and I were there once, before-” She broke off, pushing the painful memory aside, and Bahzell squeezed her forearm.
“Good. We’ll be heading cross-country a while longer, then cut back to reach the road between Fir Hollow and Chazdark, and I’ll find a place for the two of you to lie close during the day. Tomorrow night, you’ll be back on your way to Chazdark, and I’m thinking you’ll reach it before dawn.”
“
“I’ll not be with you,” he said, and she sat very straight in the saddle and stared at him. He pulled a ring off his finger, and she took it, too stunned even to argue as he dug a scrap of parchment from his pouch and passed it over, as well.
“It’s sorry I am to be leaving so much to you, Tala,” he said quietly, “but a blind man couldn’t miss the three of us together, and even ahorse, Farmah can’t move fast enough. They’ll run us down in a day at the best pace we can make if they spy us in the open, so we’ll not get Farmah to Hurgrum without showing them another hare to chase.”
“What do you mean, M’lord?” she asked tautly.
“Get off the horses when you near Chazdark. Tether them in the woods somewhere you’re certain you can be describing to someone else and leave Farmah with them. Then take this-” he touched the parchment “-to the city square, and ask for a merchant called Ludahk.” He repeated the name several times and made her repeat it back to him three times before he was satisfied. “Show him the parchment and the ring and tell him I sent you. Tell him where to be finding Farmah and the horses, and that I said he’s to take you to my father.” He held her eyes in the moonlight, face grim. “Tell him one last task pays for all-and that I’ll be looking for him if it should happen he fails in it.”
“W-Who is this Ludahk?” Tala asked in a tiny voice.
“Best know no more than you must. He’ll not be happy to see you any road; if he thinks you know more than that he’s a merchant who trades with Hurgrum-aye, and maybe does a little smuggling on the side-he might be thinking he should take his chance Churnazh can lay me by the heels and cut your throats himself.”
Tala paled and swallowed hard, and Bahzell grinned at her.
“Hush, now! Ludahk knows I’m not so easy taken as that, and he’ll not want the least chance that I might come hunting him, for he knows I won’t come alone if I do. He’ll see you safe to Hurgrum-just don’t you be looking about you at anything you shouldn’t be seeing. Understand?”
“Yes, M’lord.” He nodded and started to turn away, but she caught his shoulder, and he turned back with ears at half-cock. “I understand, M’lord, but what I
“Well, now,” Bahzell said slowly, “I’m a mite bigger and harder to hide than you are.”
“That’s not the reason!” she said sharply, and he shrugged.
“Well, if you’ll have it out of me, I’ve a mind to head on west and see to it Churnazh thinks you and Farmah are with me still.”
“But . . . but they’ll catch you, M’lord!” she protested. “Come with us, instead.
“Now that I can’t,” he said gently. “If Churnazh is minded to see it so, I’ve already broken hostage bond, and I can’t be taking that home with me unless I’m wanting to start the war all over, so there’s no sense in trying. And as long as they’re hunting west for the three of us, they’ll not be checking merchant wagons moving east, I’m thinking.”
“But they’ll
“Ah, now. Maybe they will, and maybe they won’t,” he said with an outrageous twitch of his ears, “and the day a pack of Bloody Swords can catch a Horse Stealer with a fair start in the open, why that’s the day they’re welcome to take his ears-if they can!”
Chapter Four
Bahzell moved quickly through brush-dotted, waist-high grass while the shadows lengthened behind him. His packhorse had given up trying to hold to a pace it found comfortable, though its eyes reproached him whenever he made one of his infrequent halts.
Bahzell grinned at the thought, amused despite the nagging sensation between his shoulder blades that said someone was on his trail. Seen in daylight, the gelding was less the nag he’d told Tala; indeed, there was a faint hint of Sothoii breeding, though untrained eyes might not have noticed, and he’d kept it because it was the best of the lot. If desperation forced him to mount, it could bear him faster-and longer-than either of the others. Not that any normal horse could carry him far, at the best of times. Despite their well-earned name, nothing short of a Sothoii courser could carry an armored Horse Stealer, and trying to steal one of the sorcery-born coursers, far less mount one, was more than any hradani’s life was worth.
He paused, turning his back to the setting sun to squint back into the east, and gnawed his lip. He wanted Churnazh’s men to follow him instead of the women, but a blind man couldn’t miss the trail he’d left forging through the tall grass, and, unlike himself, the Bloody Swords were small enough to make mounted troops. Bahzell would back his own speed against anything short of Sothoii cavalry over the long haul, but a troop with enough remounts could run him down if they set their minds to it.
The thought gave added point to the itch between his shoulders, and his ears worked slowly as he studied his back trail. His stomach rumbled, but he ignored it. He’d left Tala and Farmah most of the food Turl had been able to provide, for no one had ever trained them to live off the country. He took a moment to hope they’d reached Ludahk safely, then pushed that thought aside, too. Their fate was out of his hands now, and he had his own to worry about.
He snorted at the thought, then stiffened, ears suddenly flat, as three black dots crested a hill well behind him. He strained his eyes, wishing he had a glass, but it didn’t really matter. He could count them well enough, and there was only one reason for anyone to follow directly along his trail.
He looked back into the west, and his ears rose slowly. An irregular line of willows marked the meandering course of a stream a mile or so ahead, and he nodded. If those lads back there wanted to catch him, why, it would only be common courtesy to let them.
The sun had vanished, but evening light lingered along a horizon of coals and dark blue ash, and Bahzell’s smile was grim as he heard approaching hooves at last.
He lay flat in the high grass with his arbalest. Few hradani were archers-their size and disposition alike were better suited to the shock of melee-but the Horse Stealers of northern Hurgrum had become something of an
