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.Within seconds Tinuva was up on the horse’s haunches behind the rider, blade effortlessly drifting across the dying man’s throat.He pushed him out of the saddle and scrambled to take his place.Tinuva’s whispered commands and gentle touch stilled the panicky animal, so that within seconds it was far more willing to obey the elf than it ever had been to heed the human he had replaced.Tinuva looked over at Gregory who had gained the saddle of the second animal and was struggling to bring it under control, for both animals had been badly frightened by the scent of blood on the frigid air.Tinuva trotted over to Gregory’s side, as the animal finally obeyed the Ranger’s firm hand.‘Why walk when we can ride?’ Tinuva said calmly.‘Well, we better start riding and damn fast!’ Gregory exclaimed, looking back over his shoulder.Leading the way, Tinuva urged his mount to a measured gallop, weaving through the forest.Behind them they could hear the other riders approaching.They reached a low ridge and rode up to the crest.To his left Tinuva saw the encampment site and breathed a sigh of relief.The fires were still smouldering, but the camp had been abandoned.He caught a glimpse of the column beating a hasty retreat, moving up the trail, the first of the men already up past the top of the rocky outcropping.He felt something brush past his face, plucking at the collar of his cloak and his heart froze.A hand’s width lower and the arrow shot by one of Dennis’s men would have killed him.His mind raced for a moment, wondering on the irony of it all, that after so long, he might die by the hand of an ally.Gregory blew his horn again - the four-note recognition signal -and Tinuva heard Dennis’s angry curses, shouting for his men to hold their arrows.The two slid their mounts down the slope, charging past the empty encampment and up the trail.As they rounded a bend Tinuva was startled by the sight of half a dozen Tsurani blocking the way with blades drawn and he reined in hard, wondering if Dennis’s warning and Gregory’s horn blast was understood by them.Asayaga was in the middle of the group.He barked an order and the swords were lowered.Tinuva, heart still thumping, nodded his thanks.‘Tragic to kill a friend in battle by mistake when there are so many enemies to go around,’ Asayaga announced in Tsurani.The words were no sooner out of him than a startled expression clouded his face.Several of his men looked over at him in surprise.Tinuva, equally surprised, took several seconds to respond.‘Old enemies must be friends when a greater evil looms.’Asayaga grunted, not replying.‘Move quickly: their mounted warriors are closing.They aren’t quite sure where we are but will figure it out soon enough,’ Tinuva said quickly.He snapped the reins and rode forward up the trail, reaching the next turn on top of the rocky outcropping.‘Damn it.You could have been killed riding a horse like that!’ Dennis cried, and then there was yet another surprise for Tinuva as Hartraft reached up and, as if to reassure himself, grabbed the elf by the forearm, squeezed tightly, then let his hand drop.Dennis started to turn.‘I’m personally going to flay the idiot who shot that arrow.’‘No time,’ Tinuva announced, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole affair.‘An honest mistake.I left on foot, you expected me to return that way.We’d better move.Gregory and I will ride ahead to make sure they don’t have an advance unit up on the trail.I doubt it though.Bovai was out front with the mounted riders looking for you.The rest of his forces he ordered to follow.My little game worked: it gave us the warning we needed.’Dennis nodded in agreement.‘You men dry, your stomachs full and your backsides warm?’ Gregory asked.There was a ripple of laughter.He looked to the east.The large moon was two hand-spans above the horizon, a crescent, still blood red.Beneath it there was the first faint glow of approaching dawn.‘We’ve got a long run and a tough fight,’ Dennis interjected, again assuming his usual role.‘They’ll be on us soon enough.Now move!’Tinuva urged his mount forward, up the long, sloping, ice-covered trail.‘And I think a storm is coming, so we need to be over the crest before it is full on, else we will die in the pass.’Dennis and Asayaga gave commands and the men hurried ahead, following the trailbreakers’ marks.The two scouts should already be into the pass itself, heading up into the high mountains.By late afternoon, they should be at the crest, then once over, let the storm fill the pass with snow.Then all thoughts of Bovai could be put aside for another time.As the men moved out, Tinuva considered: within the space of half a dozen minutes death had whispered close three times, twice at the hands of friends, once from a foe that was closer to him than any who were mortal could ever guess.He knew it was a portent and he breathed deeply, savouring the taste of this world.‘Come on, move your lazy asses, move it!’Dennis Hartraft, gasping for breath, staggered to the top of the trail.Leaning over, he struggled against the urge to vomit, gulping down deep breaths of freezing air.He stood up, and pushed back his helmet and wiped the sweat from his brow.Looking down the trail, he saw his men staggering forward, feet churning through the powdery snow.‘Archers to the flanks! Mark your targets carefully: don’t waste your arrows on the goblins and men! Kill the trolls first, then the dark elves!’More than one man had an empty quiver; they were running short.He looked up at the sky.The noonday sun was riding low on the southern horizon.If it wasn’t for the terror of the moment, he could have almost paused to take in the spectacular view.They had climbed several thousand feet throughout the cold morning and now the vast plain of the Broad River was spread out below them and he could easily trace out the distant road crossing up over the Yabonese Hills which they had traversed the day before.The air up here was pure and crystalline but unfortunately far too thin and it was affecting his men.Fortunately it was affecting their pursuers as well.It had been a bitter running fight.Within a half hour of their fleeing the camp the first attack had swept up behind them and repeated assaults had hit throughout the day.There would be a break in the fighting, his men pulling back a few hundred more yards, weaving their way up the switchbacking trail, then another attack would come, there would be a pause, followed by a another pull back.Bovai’s forces had paid a terrible price to press the fleeing humans [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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