pressed on down a long, dim corridor lined by small doors on either side. 'Kestrel?' he called softly. 'Are you here?'
'Who's that?' A weak voice replied from a cell at the end of the corridor. Aeron hurried to the door and peered in the barred window. It was dark inside, but his elven eyesight aided him. Kestrel pushed himself to his feet, brushing matted straw from his clothes. 'Aeron? Is that you?'
'It's me, Kestrel.' Aeron grinned. Although he looked as if he hadn't bathed in a year, Kestrel seemed in good health. 'I've got the keys. I'll have you out in a moment.'
The old forester rubbed his hands together and came up to the door. 'Phoros is after your blood, Aeron. You'd have been better off to stay away from Maerchlin altogether.'
'I tried, Kestrel. But when I heard that Phoros had imprisoned you and Eriale, I decided I had to do something. It's not right for you to be jailed for something I did.'
'Nonsense, lad. In the first place, I did do something. I went straight to old Lord Raedel after you left and tried to set things square. Phoros wasn't at all happy with the idea of someone telling his father your side of the story. He remembered that when his father fell ill and he took over the ruling of the land. Besides, you're like a son to me. I'd give up my freedom to know that you were safe.' Kestrel's eyes gleamed in the dim light.
'Here, I've found the right key.' With a scrape and click, the lock opened, and Aeron reached in to help Kestrel out.
The woodsman stretched and smiled. 'Tchazzar's sword, it's good to be out of that cell.' Then his eyes narrowed. 'Wait a moment. Aeron, how'd you get in here?'
'I used magic.'
'Magic! But. . That's right. Eriale said you'd taken up with the Storm Walker. She's here, too. About three cells up, on this side.'
The two quickly found Eriale's cell and quietly set her free. Aeron didn't like the way she looked at all; she was pale and shivered constantly, ill from her stay in the prison cell. She'd been so deeply asleep that she hadn't heard him enter the cell row. As the two men helped her up the stairs to the guardroom, Aeron quickly recounted his visits to Maerchlin and something of the past twelve months.
'Astounding,' Kestrel muttered. 'I'd never have imagined that you could wield magic, Aeron. That's for the mages and lords of the great cities, not the kind of folk who live around here.'
'I've only scratched the surface of what Fineghal knows.' Aeron smiled ruefully. 'I don't expect he'll take me in again after this. He didn't want to defy the rightful lord of the land, even a black-hearted snake like Phoros Raedel. He wanted no part of this.'
'I'm sorry, Aeron.' Kestrel put his hand on his shoulder. 'I wish this had turned out differently.'
Aeron nodded. In the guardroom, they paused for a moment to plan their next move. Kestrel was in good shape, considering his incarceration, but Eriale was so exhausted that she could barely support herself against the wall. 'Well, Aeron?' she said weakly. 'You managed to get in here. What's next?'
'First, get out of the castle without getting caught. Then … I don't know. We'll have to leave Maerchlin. After this, Phoros will be looking for all three of us.'
'I had figured that much already,' Kestrel said. He scowled. 'We'll have to go far and fast. Probably safest to seek refuge in the lands of some city such as Soorenar or Mordulkin. I don't care to have Oslin's constables on my trail.' He glanced around the room. Both guardsmen still slept, although Aeron had tied them up to make sure they wouldn't be going anywhere. 'Here, Aeron. You and I can borrow these mail coats and helmets. Eriale. . well, she's obviously not looking too good. It's not unreasonable that a couple of guards might be taking her to the village to have old Meara look at her, right?'
Aeron agreed and knelt by the smaller of the two men, removing his mail hauberk. The fellow woke up, but tied and gagged as he was, he couldn't do anything more than glare at Aeron. Kestrel helped himself to the other guard's gear, and within a few minutes the two foresters could pass for Raedel's swordsmen at a distance.
Supporting Eriale between them, Aeron and Kestrel cautiously left the guardroom and turned back to the keep's gate. At this hour, the hallways were deserted, and they did not encounter anyone until they reached the sentry post. The drowsy watchman was now awake and alert, pacing back and forth across the stone doorway. His attention was on the courtyard, not the hall behind him. 'What do we do?' Eriale whispered.
Aeron grimaced. 'I'd hoped that he would still be sleeping. I can work a spell.'
'No need,' Kestrel interrupted. 'I remember a trick or two from my younger days.' He eased his borrowed dagger from his belt and crept up behind the sentry. Reversing his grip on the weapon, he quickly knocked the sentry's helmet off his head with his left hand and brought the heavy pommel down on the crown of the fellow's head. With a groan, the sentry went limp. Aeron caught his helmet before it clattered on the stone steps, while Kestrel lowered the unconscious guard to the floor. They waited, listening for a moment, but they didn't hear anything to indicate that they had been noticed.
'The lower gatehouse is guarded by four men,' Aeron whispered. 'I may be able to deceive them.'
'What about the postern?' Kestrel asked.
'This castle has a postern gate?'
'Most do, Aeron. It's right over there, on the other side of the courtyard. Didn't you scout it out?'
Aeron shook his head. 'I didn't even think of it.'
Kestrel grinned in the starlight. 'A year of learning, and it never even crossed your mind? If I were Fineghal, I'd be wondering whether you had rocks in your head.'
'Won't the postern be locked?' Eriale asked.
'I can do something about that,' Aeron answered.
'Then it sounds better than trying to talk our way out of here,' Eriale muttered weakly.
The three of them started down the keep's wide steps and veered left. Yellow light burned in the barrack rooms that ringed the lower bailey, and Aeron could hear soldiers laughing and thumping tables in the castle's taproom. Kestrel led them straight toward the lantern light, but they went past the building to a small, shadowed alcove in the curtain wall. Aeron's eyes adjusted quickly to the gloom. A small, heavy door sheathed in iron plate was embedded in the wall. 'The postern?' he asked.
'That's it,' Kestrel said. 'Thirteen years ago, I-'
'Thirteen years ago you should have been strung up as a rebel, old man,' a harsh voice grated behind them. Whirling to face the threat, Aeron gasped in shock. Phoros Raedel himself stood behind them, sword bared, with a stocky soldier in the uniform of a guard sergeant a pace behind them. 'My thanks for leaving the sentry with a knot on his head, Morieth. If I hadn't noticed that he wasn't at his post, I never would have caught you here.'
'Phoros,' Aeron spat. He was terrified, but at the same time, an incandescent rage boiled in his heart. For years the mercenary lord's son and his friends had bullied him, finally driving him to strike back. And when he had dared to raise his hand in his own defense, Phoros had seen to it that everyone Aeron loved suffered for his defiance. 'Let us go, and we'll never trouble you again. You win. I'll leave Maerchlin with Kestrel and Eriale, and you'll never have to see any of us again.'
'I can make certain that you never trouble me again by having you drawn and quartered.' Phoros grinned ruthlessly. 'Or perhaps burned at the stake. That would only be fitting, considering what you did to Miroch.'
'Aeron,' Kestrel said, 'can you open the gate?'
'Don't bother. It's locked.' Phoros sneered. 'Kestrel, if you lay down your sword this very instant, you and Eriale will live. Otherwise I'll burn you along with Aeron.'
Aeron licked his lips and risked a quick glance at the postern behind them before turning to keep Raedel in his vision. They were within the postern's alcove, with Raedel and the sergeant blocking their escape to the courtyard, and stone surrounding them on all sides. There were dozens of guards only a few feet away in the taproom, but Phoros hadn't called for reinforcements yet. Carefully he said, 'Yes, I can open it.'
'Good.' With a lightning-fast motion, Kestrel's hand dipped to his belt. Steel glinted in the darkness as his dagger, thrown underhand, sank into the throat of the guard sergeant. Raedel blinked in astonishment but recovered quickly. With an angry roar, he leapt forward and stabbed at Kestrel. The wily old forester barely freed his sword from the scabbard in time to parry the nobleman's attack. 'Get started!' Kestrel grunted.
Aeron watched, mesmerized, as Phoros attacked Kestrel with a furious rain of blows, slashing and hacking with all his might. The young lord was a good swordsman, blessed with a powerful build and quick hands. Kestrel stood a foot shorter and weighed at least fifty pounds less than Raedel, and he had spent the last three months in a filthy dungeon cell. But Aeron was surprised to see that he was holding his own for a moment, displaying a
