The White Road - Lynn Flewelling [97]
Whoever had tied Seregil up had been either considerate or careless enough not to tie his hands too tightly. He'd almost gotten caught undoing his other hand when the second witch came in and played his horn at them, but fortunately the man had been focused on Alec, rather than the two of them sitting across the hut in the shadows. As soon as the witch was gone, Seregil had gone back to work on the ropes.
Once he had both hands loose, it was a simple matter to get himself and the others untied. Alec picked up Sebrahn as Seregil carefully peered over a low place in the broken wall at the back of the hut.
Just as he'd expected, there was a masked guard posted there. The man's sword was in its scabbard and he was chaffing his arms against the cold. Seregil bent down and felt along the ground inside the wall until he found a couple of palm-sized stones. He was a better shot with a rock than with a bow; Alec often joked about making him throw arrows rather than shoot them. Even in the dark, he hit the guard in the head on the first try. The man dropped without a cry.
Seregil led the way over the broken wall and caught Sebrahn as Alec passed him over. Micum came next, then Alec.
They could hear the Hazadrielfaie on the other side of the hut, talking and moving about. Keeping just inside the edge of the forest that ringed the ruined village, they hurried down to the picketed horses and found only one man on guard. Their horses were tethered among the others. That was good. Seregil had owned Cynril for years, and Alec would be heartbroken to lose Patch or Windrunner, who'd been a gift from Micum's family.
Stripped of his sword and knife, Seregil made do with another rock. Sneaking up behind the guard, he gave him a good knock on the head. The man went down with a pained grunt. Praying none of the horses would shy, Seregil and the others untied the whole string and led them away into the trees, moving downhill, hoping the trail was that way. They had no weapons, no food or water, and no way of making a fire, but at least they were free.
They struck the trail at last and untied the horses, leaving the Hazadrielfaie's to wander off on their own. Seregil held Sebrahn while Alec mounted Patch and handed him up to him, then jumped lightly up on Cynril's back and set off after Micum with Star trailing after him on a lead rein. He could hear shouting from the camp now.
"Go!" he hissed to the others, and they kicked their mounts into a gallop.
The ya'shel and his companions had been clever enough to steal all the horses. It took some time to whistle in enough of them to give chase.
The moon was on the rise by the time they did. The snow was sparse on the ground and the mud was frozen, but Rieser managed to determine which way they'd gone after a little casting around. He cursed himself for a fool for leaving the small tayan'gil with them. There was more to these strangers than he'd given them credit for. Either the crippled Tir was craftier than he looked, or the other ones weren't quite as helpless as their shiny new swords suggested.
Seregil and the others rode hard through the remains of the night, expecting at any moment to get an arrow in the back. They left the trail when they could to confuse the chase, wending up wooded hillsides and riding down ice-rimmed streams, spelling the horses as long as they dared, which wasn't long. The way grew steadily steeper, forcing them back to the open trail. They stopped to change horses when the moon set.
"Do you hear that?" asked Alec, looking back over his shoulder.
Then they all heard it, the distant sound of the horn the witch had called an oo'lu. But this time it was more than just one, and seemed to be coming from different directions.
The sound of them sent a nasty shiver up Seregil's spine. "Come on, let's go."
He took Sebrahn to give Alec's arm a rest and they set off again. As they rode, Seregil hoped it was just a trick of the wind that made it seem like the oo'lu sound was coming from in front of them now.
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