girl.'
The shaman looked at two of his followers, then nodded at the horse. They nocked arrows and raised their bows.
'No!' Brianna yelled. 'Run, Blizzard!'
Her warning proved unnecessary. By the time the pair released their bowstrings, Blizzard had leaped over the fallen tree and was galloping through the forest at top speed. The shaman watched until the mare vanished behind the white trunks of the aspen trees, then he shrugged.
'Too bad.' He turned back to Brianna. 'Horse taste good.'
Brianna sighed, relieved that she would not have to watch the ogres butcher her beloved Blizzard, then turned her attention back to the troubles at hand.
'Someone sent you for me. Who?' the princess-demanded. 'Whatever he's paying, my father will double it.'
The shaman looked at her loathingly, then pulled a length of thick, braided-leather cord from inside his cloak. Her two captors pinned her to the ground, then he silently began to bind her hands. * 3* A Sudden Farewell
Tavis dropped his rucksack beside the well and paused to take one last look at the Weary Giant. The place could hardly he called a mansion, but the doors hung straight and storm shutters flanked every window. He was leaving the inn better than he had found it, and that gave him some small comfort.
The scout had not even considered remaining in Slag-wick. With the princess herself obliged to speak against him, pleading his case before the king could only lead to disaster for all concerned. Brianna would be publicly disgraced for associating with a thief, a pall of suspicion would be cast over the orphans, and Tavis would have his hands lopped off as punishment for a crime he had not committed. The only thing to do was obey the princess's wish and leave Hartsvale as soon as possible.
'Will you truly miss this place so much?' asked Basil. The verbeeg stood next to Tavis, his sack of stolen books slung over his shoulder. 'I'd think a man of your nature would find the life of an innkeeper a trifle boring.'
Tavis did not look at the verbeeg. 'I'll miss the children,' he said. 'And if you think helping those in need could ever bore me, you know nothing of my nature.'
'Firbolgs!' Basil shook his head in bewilderment. 'It's beyond me how such a naive race prospers.'
Across the courtyard, Avner stepped from the lodge, followed by the other orphans. They had wrapped their possessions into woolen blankets and slung the small bundles over their shoulders: their feet were clad in heavy moose-hide boots Tavis had made for them. Each child carried an empty waterskin, and they all had grim, determined looks on their small faces.
'Is that all you're taking with you to Princess Brianna's?'Tavis asked. 'You're going to be there a long time.'
'We're not going to the castle,' answered Avner. He motioned for the others to fill their waterskins. 'You don't think we'd abandon you just because you got in trouble, do you?'
Tavis smiled sadly. 'Of course not,' he replied. 'But you can't come with me.'
'Why not?' Avner demanded. He dropped his bundle on the ground and untied it. 'We've got everything we need: wool blankets, warm clothes, daggers-'
'The Ice Spires are no place for children.' Tavis said. 'Brianna can take much better care of you in her castle than I can in the mountains,'
'No!' Avner yelled. 'I'm not going with her. She's the one who's sending you away!'
'She thinks I'm a thief.' Tavis's voice grew more stem. 'And we both know why she believes that.'
'So I'll tell her what really happened.' Avner offered.
Tavis shook his head. 'Someday, but she won't believe you now,' he said. 'She'd think you were trying to protect me.'
'Then she's stupid.' Avner sniffed.
'Why? Because she knows you'd lie for me?'
Avner looked at the ground. 'I wouldn't be lying.' he answered, dodging the question. 'It's the truth.'
'After what happened, we can't expect her to believe that,' Tavis replied. 'So go to the castle and do as the princess says. She cares for you as much as I do.'
'But I don't care for her,' Avner objected. 'I like you.'
'Then you'll do as Tavis says.' said Livia. At fourteen, she was the second oldest of the orphans, and would soon blossom into a beautiful young woman. Already, she had riveting brown eyes and an alluring smile. Livia looked at the other children, then said, 'Life's going to be hard enough on Tavis without us to watch over. If we really care for him, we'll go to Castle Hartwick.'
Tavis nodded at Livia. 'That's right. Knowing you're all safe will make my life much easier.' He kneeled on the ground and opened his arms wide. 'Now let's say good-bye.'
As the children stepped forward to embrace Tavis, a loud whinny sounded in the street outside. The cadence of galloping hooves echoed through the gate, then Blizzard's speckled form streaked into the courtyard. A mantle of white lather covered the mare from her muzzle down to her breast, and her eyes were mad with fatigue. She rushed to within a few paces of Tavis and reared, neighing madly.
Tavis pushed the orphans away, then grabbed Basil's shoulder and positioned the verbeeg in front of the children. He moved toward the mare slowly, his palms turned toward the horse to show her he was carrying nothing dangerous.
'Where's Brianna?' he asked in a soft voice. 'Let me come close to look at your saddle.'
The mare lashed out with her front hooves, then dropped to her feet and ran to the gate. She stopped there and fixed a black eye on Tavis, snorting impatiently as she caught her breath.
'That horse seems quite mad,' observed Basil.
'She's certainly upset,' Tavis replied. He took his sword belt off his rucksack and strapped it around his waist, then picked up Bear Driller and slung a quiver of arrows over his shoulder. 'Something must have happened to Brianna.'
Tavis started toward the gate, but Avner caught him by the arm. 'Think this through,' the boy said. 'Brianna's the one who's sending you away. It'd be unfortunate if something has befallen her, but do you really-'
'Avner, don't even say it,' Tavis interrupted. He glared down at the youth. 'How could you wish misfortune on someone who's done as much for you as Princess Brianna?'
Avner's cheeks flushed. 'You're right. I'm sorry.' He took a slim dagger out of his bundle. 'I'll come along to help.'
Tavis shook his head. 'Stay here and look after the others,' he said. 'If Brianna didn't reach Castle Hartwick, there won't be anyone coming to look after you and the other children.'
Avner scowled. 'I'm no child.'
'And we don't need anyone to watch after us,' Livia added. 'We were doing that long before you took us in.'
Blizzard neighed again, then stamped her feet on the ground and trotted through the gate.
'I don't have lime to argue about this,' Tavis snapped. Livia and the other children recoiled at his sharp tone, but Avner did not flinch. 'Just do as I say one last time. You'll be rid of me soon enough.'
The children dropped their gazes, and several of the younger ones wiped their eyes.
'Don't cry,' Tavis pleaded. 'There will be plenty of time for that after I find Brianna.'
'Then you'll come back?' Avner asked, his spirits rising.
'At least to say good-bye.'
With that, Tavis ran out the gate. When he turned toward Castle Hartwick, he saw Blizzard waiting at this edge of town. She whinnied, then set off down the road. Tavis followed at a trot, realizing the run ahead could be a long one.
Before he had gone very far, the firbolg heard a clumsy, flat-footed gait coming up from behind. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Basil lumbering up the road. The runecaster had left his sack of stolen books behind and carried only a small satchel over his shoulder. Tavis neither slowed his pace nor increased it, allowing the gaunt verbeeg to catch up in due time.
When Basil finally clumped up beside him, Tavis asked, 'What are you doing here?'
'Avner… arranged… it,' the verbeeg gasped. 'He said I could have his books if I watched over you.'
Tavis scowled, far from happy to hear the boy was using stolen goods to ensure his safety. Increasing his
