Erik shook his head. The three soldiers who had seen him and Roo run after Stefan and Rosalyn would certainly place them at the scene. A soldier said, “I know there was bad blood between the bastard and your brother, but why did they beat the girl?” Erik knew then that they had already been identified.
Erik felt his anger rise again. A familiar voice said, “Erik wouldn’t harm Rosalyn.” Nathan was there!
“Are you saying my brother did this, Master Smith?”
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added, “But I can certainly imagine them killing anyone who did.”
Manfred’s voice rose in anger. “I’ll have no excuse for black murder, Master Smith. No member of my family would do this.” Manfred raised his voice to a shout of command: “I want every man on his horse and combing the countryside, Swordmaster. If those two murderous dogs are found, I want them held until I can join whichever soldiers find them. I don’t want them hung until I’m there to watch.”
Nathan’s voice cut through the muttering of the gathered soldiers. “There will be no hanging them out of hand, young lord. That’s the law. And as you are a member of the family that is wronged, neither you nor your father can sit in judgment; when caught, Erik and Roo are to be bound over to a King’s justice or magistrate.” Then Nathan’s tone became warning. “Erik is a guild apprentice, so if you really want troubles, young sir, try to put my apprentice into a noose without due writ.”
“You’d bring the guild into this?” asked Manfred.
“I would,” answered Nathan. Erik felt tears gather in his eyes. Nathan, at least, understood why this had happened. “I suggest the young lord returns to his father’s side. Someone needs to break this grave news to him, and it should be someone he loves.” To drive the point into the ground, he said, “It should be you, young sir.”
There was a stirring and a weak cry from Rosalyn, and Nathan took command. “Master Greylock, would you ask two of your lads to carry the girl back to the inn?”
Greylock gave instructions and began issuing commands to search for Erik and Roo.
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They remained in the tree while soldiers fanned out in all directions, and said nothing to each other until it had been quiet for some time.
Then slowly they dropped to the ground, and crouched, ready to bolt should any noise indicate they were discovered. At last Roo said, “For a while we have luck on our side.”
“Why?”
“They don’t think we’re behind them. As they widen the circle to find us, there’ll be more places we can slip through. Any local farmer would think of the old western trail, but Greylock’s probably never heard of it; all his trips west have been by the King’s Highway. For a while we can worry about soldiers in front of us, not behind us.”
Erik said, “I think maybe we should give ourselves up.”
Roo said, “You may have Nathan and the guild to protect you, maybe, but I don’t. Manfred will get me hung before the sun sets on the day they find me.
And don’t think he’s likely to worry about the law much if it dawns on him that you’re now a threat to his inheritance, not Stefan’s.”
Erik felt a sinking in his stomach. Roo whispered,
“You’ve made him Baron next, and I don’t think he’s going to want you around to thank you, Erik. We’re dead men if we can’t make straight to the Sunset Islands.”
Erik nodded. He was still light-headed and in pain, but he rose to unsteady feet. Without another word he followed Roo into the darkness.
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Erik ffell.
Roo turned and helped his friend back to his feet.
In the distance, the baying of hounds could be heard, accompanied by the clatter of horses.
The boys had been running on and off since leaving the orchard the night before, with no more than a few minutes’ rest at any one time. Erik’s wound refused to stop bleeding, though the flow was slight.
Still, it throbbed and burned with heat and he felt himself grow weaker by the hour as they worked their way down out of the low mountains of Darkmoor.
The area west of Darkmoor and north of the King’s Highway was still fairly underpopulated.
Rocky terrain with little to recommend itself to farmers, much of the land had been timbered out but left unplowed. Thick stands of trees gave way to a sea of stumps, only to be replaced by unexpected rocky ridges. This region was rich with gullies, ravines, dead-end canyons, and low, flat meadows. Despite their having run down any number of streams, the sound of the dogs had been carrying on the wind for 100
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hours. And as Erik weakened, the sound was getting closer.
As the morning sun crested the peaks behind them, Erik said, “Where are we?”
Roo said, “I’m not sure. When we left the old wagon trail, I think we turned around a bit. The sun’s in the right place, so we’re still heading west.”
Erik looked around, perspiration streaming off his forehead. He wiped it away and said, “We’d better keep going.”
Roo nodded, but after three or four fumbling foot-steps, Erik collapsed. Roo tried to help his friend up.
“Why’d you have to be so damn big?”
Erik gasped for air and said, “Go on without me.”
Roo felt the hair rise upon his neck and felt panic slash through his stomach. Finding strength he didn’t know he had, he forced Erik to his feet. “And have to explain to your mother how I lost you? I don’t think so.”
Roo silently prayed that Erik could hold on long enough for them to find shelter and hide from the dogs. Roo was terrified. One of the heartiest lads in Ravensburg, Erik had stamina almost as legendary as his strength among the boys he grew up with. His ability to work from dawn to dusk since the age of ten, his ability to carry iron ingots to the forge, his ability to withstand the constant weight of draft horses leaning on him while being shod—all had given Erik an almost superhuman stature among the townspeople. His weakness was as alien to Roo as it was to Erik himself. Roo found it far more frightening than anything else that confronted them. With Erik at his side, he felt he had a fighting chance to survive.
Without Erik, he was helpless.
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Roo sniffed the air. “Do you smell something?”
Erik said, “Only the stink of my own sweat.”
“Over there.” Roo motioned with his chin.
Erik put his hand against his friend’s shoulder and rested a moment as he sniffed the air. “Charcoal.”
“That’s it!”
“There must be a charcoal burner’s hut upwind.”
“It might mask our scent,” said Roo. “I know we can’t go much farther. You’ve got to rest, get your strength back.”
Erik only nodded, and Roo assisted him as they moved toward the source of the smoke. Through light woods they stumbled as the sound of the dogs grew louder by the minute. Erik and Roo were not woodsmen, but as boys they had played in the woodlands near Ravensburg enough to know those searching for them were less than a couple of miles behind and coming fast.
The woods thickened and grew more difficult to navigate, darker shadows confusing their sense of direction, but the smell of burning wood grew stronger. By the time they reached the hut, their eyes stung from it.
An old woman, ugly beyond belief, stood tending a charcoal kiln, feeding small c
uts of wood into it, banking flames as she ensured the wood burned down properly; too hot, and she’d have ashes.
Seeing the two young men suddenly appear out of the gloom, she shrieked and almost dove inside the rude hut beside which her kiln rested. The shrieking continued and Roo said, “She’ll bring them down on us if this keeps up.”
Erik tried to raise his voice over her shouting.
“We mean you no harm.”
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The shrieking continued, and Roo added his protestation of no evil intent to Erik’s. The woman continued to shriek. Finally Erik said, “We had best leave.”
“We can’t,” answered Roo. “You’re on your last legs now.” He said nothing about the wound, which continued to weep blood, despite the rags pressed against it.
Stumbling down a small incline to the charcoal burner’s hut, they confronted a simple piece of hide that served as a door.
Erik leaned his weight against the mud-covered wall and pulled aside the leather door. The woman huddled back against the bale of rags that served as her bedding, shrieking all the more.
Erik finally shouted, “Woman! We mean you no harm!”
Instantly the shouting ceased. “Well,” she answered, her voice as raspy as a wire brush on metal, “why didn’t you say something?”
Erik almost laughed, he felt so light-headed and giddy. Roo said, “We were trying to, but you kept screaming.”
Getting up off the rags, showing a surprising nimbleness for her age and weight—easily as much as Erik’s and he stood a good foot and a half taller than she—the woman stepped out of the hut.
Roo reflexively stepped back. She was the ugliest human being he had ever encountered, if indeed she was human. From her appearance, she could possibly be one of those trolls he had heard about that haunted the woodlands of the Far Coast. Her nose was a lumpy red protrusion, resembling a large tuber, with one big wart on the tip of it, from which several long 52887_Shadow of a Dark.qxd 9/3/02 3:48 PM Page 104
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hairs grew. Her eyes could only be called piggish, and they wept from some sort of inflammation. Her teeth were blackened stumps with green edges, and her breath was as foul as anything Roo had remembered smelling that wasn’t dead. Her skin looked like dried leather, and he shuddered to consider what her body under that assortment of filthy rags might resemble.
Then she smiled and the effect was heightened.
“Come to pay old Gert a visit, have you?” She tried to be girlish as she combed her fingers through grey hair tangled with straw and dirt, and had the boys not been so tired and frightened, they would have laughed. “Well, my man is gone to the city, so maybe—”
“My friend is hurt,” interrupted Roo.
Suddenly the old woman’s manner changed again as she caught the sound of the dogs on the wind.
“King’s men are hunting you?”
Roo thought about lying, but Erik said, “Yes.”
Roo said, “Baron’s men, really.”
“Same thing. Soldiers.” She spat the last word.
“Well, you’d better hide.” She motioned for them to enter the tiny hut. “They won’t find you in there.”
Roo helped Erik into the hut and gagged at the stench. Erik’s eyes watered and he gasped, “I thought Tyndal’s room was bad.”
Roo said, “Try breathing through your mouth.”
Gert knelt down next to Erik and said, “Let me look at that,” motioning to his bloodstained shoulder.
Erik pulled aside his tunic and the rags. The rags pulled the skin where blood had dried and he gasped in pain. Gert probed at the wound with a filthy finger and said, “Sword wound. Seen a hundred of 52887_Shadow of a Dark.qxd 9/3/02 3:48 PM Page 105
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them. Swollen around it. Got the hot sickness in it.
Going to kill you, boy, if we don’t clean it out. You got a strong stomach?” she asked Roo.
He nodded, swallowing hard. “I’m here and haven’t thrown up yet, haven’t I?”
“Ha!” She almost cackled as she laughed.
“There’s more to you than meets the eye, Roo Avery.”
She rose up as high as the low floor permitted and said, “I have just the thing to put you right. Be back in a jiffy.”
Roo lay back, glad to be resting despite the stench of the hut. He glanced around; enough gaps in the wall permitted light to enter, and he saw what looked to be a water jar with a long neck. He moved the clay vessel and heard a promising sound of liquid. Pulling the cork, he sniffed and got no odor. He sipped and was rewarded with fresh water. Drinking a huge mouthful, he suddenly realized he was ignoring his sick friend.
He put the neck of the jar to Erik’s lips and he drank several mouthfuls, then sank back into the pile of rags. A fly began to buzz around Roo’s head and he absently swatted at it.
Erik drifted off into a difficult slumber, his fatigue overwhelming his fear. His breathing came heavily, and perspiration continued to pour off his brow.
Roo tried to relax, wondering if they could trust this strange old woman but knowing that further flight was next to hopeless. Then suddenly there was the sound of barking nearby, and Gert’s shriek cut the air.
Erik came awake with a start at the sound. “What . . .?”
he began, but Roo grabbed his arm.
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Dogs could be heard barking nearby and Gert shouted, “Shoo! Away with you!”
Then horses approached and the boys heard Gert shout, “Get these miserable curs away! They’ll be bitin’ old Gert in a minute.”
A commanding voice said, “Have you seen two men, one large and blond, the other short and dark?”
“And if I did, what’s it to you?”
“They’re wanted for murder.”
“Murder, is it?” There was a long pause, punctuated by the sounds of the dogs sniffing the area and the occasional odd yelp of inquiry. “What’s the reward?”
Erik felt Roo’s hand tighten on his arm at that, and the answer was, “The Baron’s offered one hundred golden sovereigns for their arrest.”
“That’s a tidy bit, isn’t it?” said Gert. “Well, I haven’t seen them, but if I do, I’ll want the gold.”
“Check inside the hut,” ordered the leader.
“Here, now!” Gert began to protest.
“Stand aside, old woman.”
Erik backed away, trying as hard as he could to push himself backward through the dirt wall, while Roo drew the ragged, filthy blankets up below his chin.
The leather door was swept aside, and the light was almost blinding after the darkness. “What a stench!” said the soldier, drawing back.
“Go on,” commanded the leader of the troop.
The soldier stuck his head back inside and blinked against the darkness, then looked directly at Roo and Erik. He looked to one side and then the other, and at last pulled his head back out. “Nothing in there but filthy rags and some pots, Captain.”
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Roo and Erik exchanged glances of wonder in the gloom. What magic was this?
“What’s the matter with the dogs?” asked the captain.
The man who must have been the Houndmaster said, “They seem to have lost the scent. The charcoal must be confusing them.”
“Then let us go back to the last place you know they had it, and begin again. Lord Manfred will have our ears if those murderers escape.”
The dogs began to bark as the Houndmaster blew his whistle, commanding them to follow. The horses rode away, and Roo let out his breath, held since the soldier stuck his face into the hut.
“What caused that?” asked Roo. r />
Erik said, “I don’t know. Maybe it was too dark to see.”
“No, it was a spell. This Gert is a witch of some sort.”
Erik said, “The captain said ‘Lord Manfred.’ My father is dead.”
Roo didn’t know what to say. He glanced at his friend; in the gloom he saw that Erik had leaned back and closed his eyes.
After a few moments, the leather door was pulled back. Instead of Gert, a young woman appeared before them, tall enough to have to lean forward to enter. Her hair was dark, black in the gloom of the hut, and her features were masked, as she was silhouetted against the daylight.
“What . . .?” began Roo.
“Say nothing,” she replied, then turned to Erik.
“Let me examine that wound.”
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what he could see of it: a simple dress of some middling color, perhaps grey, perhaps green or blue; it was difficult to tell in the dark hut. Her features were partially visible now that the door was again shut.
She had a high forehead and regal nose, fine features that would have looked pretty had they not been set in an expression of concentration.
She pulled back Erik’s tunic and glanced at the wound. “This will have to come off. Help me,” she ordered Roo.
He helped Erik stay upright as the woman gathered up the bottom of the tunic and pulled it up and over Erik’s head, causing him no little pain. He lay back, perspiration running off his body, panting as if he had exerted himself in hard work for hours. She touched the wound and he grunted in pain, teeth clenching.
“You’re a fool, Erik von Darkmoor. Two, three more days, and you’d be dead from blond poison.”
Roo got a good look at the woman and thought she was beautiful, but something very offputting in her manner made him view it as a distant, unobtain-able sort of beauty.
“Where’s Gert?” asked Roo softly.
“Off on some business for me,” came the answer.
“Who are you?”
“I told you to say nothing, Roo Avery. You need to learn there are times to speak and times to listen, and which time is which. When you have need to speak, you may call me Miranda.”