Mastiff: The Legend of Beka Cooper #3, page 49
My mind set, I ran back to my companions. They were there, pasting mud and leaves on one another. The boys even helped Nomalla to cover her armor as Sabine pinned the other mot’s bright hair in place and coated it. The lady had worn no helm.
“Cooper, darken that skin,” Tunstall ordered me. “Let’s not stand out more than we already do.”
“Do we know where we’re going?” Farmer asked.
I pulled a close cap from my pack and drew it over my head, tucking my braid into it until my hair was hidden. Then I smeared all of myself that I could reach. Farmer did the back of my neck. I did his. No one noticed if we took a few extra seconds in touching.
As we worked, Sabine told us, “Mattes and I figured out a plan with Nomalla’s help.”
Daeggan spat on the ground.
Nomalla glared down her thin nose at him. “I don’t normally explain myself to slaves, but you cannot know my father if you believe he will accept me back into his house after this.”
“Enough,” Tunstall ordered. “We’re dead deer if we’re caught. Now listen—Nomalla says there’s a village a couple miles off. We can steal horses there.”
Sabine picked up the tale. “We want to try for King’s Reach—their loyalty is unquestioned. We’ll steal horses all the way if we must.”
Inside, I winced. King’s Reach was across the Great Road North at the headwaters of the Halseander. We’d have to steal a lot of horses to get there, unless we found good ones, but what other choices did we have? And all this depended as well on our pursuit. We had to move.
We were nearly ready when we heard something crashing in the woods. Tunstall, Sabine, and I grabbed our weapons, putting ourselves between the lads, Farmer, and Nomalla.
You worry overmuch, Pounce told us. I knew everyone could hear it, because the lady knight and the lads turned to stare at the cat. In the darkness of the brush, he was only a pair of gleaming purple eyes. This time, anyway. I told her to make noise so you’d have warning.
Farmer was explaining Pounce to the boys when my poor Achoo, her curls tangled, leaves and twigs in her fur, leaped from the undergrowth into my arms. Tunstall grabbed my long dagger before she speared herself on it. I laughed as my hound washed off all the dirt I’d put so carefully on my face. Then I dropped to my knees with her. While she wiggled and whined, I dumped the meat I’d stolen from the kitchens onto the cloth I’d used to carry it. Achoo ate in several big gulps while Sabine, Tunstall, and Farmer petted her and told her what a wonderful creature she was.
I kept her in my mind, Pounce explained, winkling a bit of pork from the pile before Achoo could devour it. She had her work to do to keep away from the normal hunting parties, but she did it.
“Is that your dog?” asked Gareth.
I turned to look at him. He and Daeggan had inched back to stand with Nomalla, the outsiders at our family welcome. “She is a hound,” I explained. Nomalla snorted. I ignored her. “Achoo—that’s her name—is a scent hound. She’s one of the finest—”
With the smell of pork out of her nose, Achoo looked around. She saw the other three members of the group, but most important of all, she smelled one of them, the one that she had tracked for so many miles. She threw herself at the prince, whimpering and wagging her tail as she knocked the boy over and licked his face clean. Nomalla drew her blade in a flash, I think to protect Gareth, but “It’s all right,” Sabine told her. “Achoo’s just enthusiastic.”
Gareth, met with real affection for the first time in weeks, wrapped his arms around my hound’s neck and wept.
“The king keeps hounds?” I asked him. “Did you have one?”
Gareth looked at me, still hanging on to Achoo. “They killed them. The bad men.” There was a hardness in his face that belonged to a man, not a little fellow like him. “I want to kill them.”
Tunstall knelt so he was on the same level as Gareth. “That’s what we’re going to do,” he said gravely. “Capture them that hurt your friends and take them for judgment.”
Gareth nodded. “Then let us go,” he said, a little old man in a child’s slave clothes.
Achoo would not leave him. She nuzzled him all over, as if to see if anything was broken, and licked the mud off of one of his arms. Daeggan covered Gareth with more dirt. Achoo smelled Gareth on the older lad and licked him as well, ignoring Daeggan’s complaints.
At last Farmer picked up Gareth. We formed a column, Sabine and Nomalla in front, Tunstall behind them, Farmer, Achoo, and the lads next, and me last. At first I thought Tunstall and I would quarrel over that final spot, but he gave over when Sabine hissed, “Mattes! Let’s go!”
He followed her. I felt much better about being in that last spot. I was still inclined to trust Farmer of all the other adults because my gut said he was true. Of course, my gut had been wrong before. Still, not everyone of these folk could be false. If I kept worrying, I would fail to listen to the dark, so I turned my attention to listening.
Up to the cliff’s edge and northwest we followed the path as quietly as possible, even the lads. That was how we came to startle a doe and her fawns as they grazed by the path. We halted briefly for the rustle and thump of a large creature built low to the ground. I sent up a prayer to the gods that it be a bear and that it stumble across anyone hunting us. I was certain that our scent had frightened it, unless the big thing was simply clumsy. I’d never been with such a quiet group.
The trail turned away from the cliff, down through a ripple in the ground and into the trees. Now we had cover for an enemy ambush on both sides. When we stopped at a spring for Achoo and the others to drink, Tunstall insisted on taking Gareth to give Farmer a rest. It was all done by hand signs. I moved up next to Farmer while Tunstall settled Gareth on his hip—like Farmer, Sabine, and me, Tunstall had a shoulder pack—and took my man’s hand.
With everyone’s thirst quenched and the dirt replaced on those whose faces had gotten wet, we pressed on. An hour or so later Daeggan began to fall behind. It was amazing he’d kept up until then, kitchen work not preparing him for long marches. He whispered that we should leave him, but no one accepted the offer. Nomalla and Sabine cut two saplings to equal length. Farmer sacrificed his tunic and did a small bit of magic that bound the ends of the side slits together. Once the poles were slid through the armholes and slits, both lads could ride the litter if they lay sideways. Nomalla and Sabine took the first turn carrying it and Tunstall went to the head of our line.
The path continued to lead down. It got steeper, slowing us. It was so hard to see under the trees that I passed my stone lamp up to Tunstall. He used it low to the ground, keeping his hands in a shield over it to limit how much light would show. We followed the path to a stream, then up and down into a second deep cut. We stopped by a spring near the crest of the second cut to rest again and drink. I prayed the water was clear, because we had no other.
“What’s that way?” Tunstall asked, pointing northeast.
“The cliffs go all around this side of the valley,” Sabine replied. “Another trail leads out of the village where we’re bound. Keep on the cliff trail and you reach Prachet town. We want the southwest road out of there.”
Farmer crouched by the boys, who had crawled out of the litter. He held each by the hand as they stared at him. Nomalla lay flat on her back, catching her breath and staring at the sky. Such a hike in armor was new to her, I guessed, but she was tough. She’d kept up without complaint.
Sabine went to the hilltop and wriggled through the grass to survey the land beyond. The village should be there. Achoo lay on her belly beside the stream, watching me. I could not see Pounce, but it was very dark. After drinking his fill, Tunstall followed Sabine.
Soon, I thought. The traitor would have to move soon.
It was midnight by the stars when Sabine and Tunstall waved us onward. Pounce and Achoo led this time, trotting down the grassy slope toward the small village below. The lads would have run behind them, suddenly full of renewed strength, but we kept them back, Farmer and me. The warriors went next, then the rest. I kept glancing back, but there was no one on the hilltop.
The village dogs, the four-legged sort, did not make a sound, though they came to sniff Achoo and Pounce. The other animals, the cows, goats, sheep, and geese, were also quiet. I couldn’t know if this came from Farmer or Pounce, but I was grateful for it. Geese are much harder to silence than dogs.
We were partway through the village when soldiers ran out of several houses into the street, swords bared. Farmer grabbed Daeggan; I, Gareth. We raced into a thin opening between dwellings and out past their gardens. There were no other houses behind these—it was a very small village—only fallow fields where Dolsa, Ironwood, and Orielle stood in a bubble of light. They cast some manner of glittering veil over Farmer.
He blew it apart without appearing to do anything. “Go!” he ordered me as he put Daeggan on the ground. “Tunstall, take the boy!” he cried. He shrugged off his pack and used it to block whatever nastiness Ironwood threw at him then. I’d had no idea the shoulder pack was magical.
I froze, staring at Farmer as he opened up his entire roll of ribbon. It fell to the ground in tumbled loops, gleaming in a multitude of colors.
“Do you think you’ll fight us with embroidery?” Ironwood cried.
“I think I’ll beat you with your own power,” Farmer shouted back. Blue fire lashed out from his side, tangling itself around the claw that was flying at Daeggan.
Tunstall popped out of the thin gap we had used. He grabbed Daeggan and pushed Gareth and me toward the barns that lay to our right. “The girls will hold the soldiers—they’ve backed into a house they can defend,” he said, his voice rasping as we raced for the buildings. “Farmer has the mages. Our duty is the prince.”
I said nothing. Tunstall was a good Dog, even a great one, but I had always thought that, forced to a choice between Sabine and duty, he would choose Sabine. He had confused me.
He must have guessed what I was thinking, because he glanced at me and laughed. “She said if I didn’t go with the prince, she’d never see me again!”
He ran past a couple of sheds and into a horse barn with Daeggan under his arm. I spared a look at Farmer. The length of ribbon that he held blazed in five different colors as thin wisps of smoke wrapped around his face. Ironwood was shrieking spells as Dolsa and Orielle shaped magic with their hands. “Gods, take care of Farmer,” I whispered, and ducked into the barn behind Tunstall.
He’d found the place where the mages and soldiers had stashed their mounts while they waited for us. When I lit one of the lanterns, I saw that every mount was saddled and bridled, waiting for its master. I looked among them, trying to spot any who wouldn’t mind two complete strangers as riders. I’d learned through bitter experience that not all horses welcome folk they don’t know.
“Cooper!” Tunstall called. He’d kept my stone lamp and was waving it to show me his location. He and Daeggan already had two horses by the reins. They submitted to him as if they were those he’d ridden this far on the Hunt.
Quickly I doused my lantern and ran to Daeggan and Tunstall, Gareth right behind me. I mounted the closest horse and let my partner hand up the prince, settling the lad in front of me on the saddle. It might be a little more awkward than having him on my back, but this way I could grip him with my arms if need be. He was too small to ride alone. I wished I had something to wrap around him to bind him against me.
Tunstall mounted the other horse and swung Daeggan up behind. As the lad tossed my stone lamp back to me, Tunstall clucked to the horse and rode to the rear of the barn, where the back doors stood open.
Before we left the building, Tunstall said, “As fast as we can, Cooper, onto the trail leading to Prachet and along the cliffs. Southward takes us right in front of those mages.” He glanced at Pounce, who stood in the open doorway. “We may be leaving you behind, old friend.”
We’ll see, Pounce said. Achoo moved into sight beside him.
Tunstall leaned forward in the saddle and lashed his mount with the ends of his reins. Off he galloped, Daeggan clinging to his back. I nudged my mount, who was all too happy to follow the galloping horse.
In the darkness Tunstall was sound more than sight, though the fires cast by the mages gave us rippling, flashing lights of many colors. Tunstall had a good lead, but my own horse was smaller and faster. We were also a lighter load, Gareth and I. We passed Daeggan and my partner a couple of yards before we reached a streamlet that ran across the road. My mount splashed through it eagerly, but behind us I heard a dreadful sound like a horse’s fall.
“Go!” Tunstall shouted as I looked back. He was struggling to get the horse on its feet. I saw no sign of Daeggan. “The animal is fine—we’ll catch up!”
I obeyed. I had promised the heartbroken young mother back at the Summer Palace that I would bring her son home.
I glanced at the village. Lamps were being lit in a couple of brave souls’ houses. Farmer wove the colors of his enemies’ magics as the other mages launched their spells at him. The weaving lit the sky where he battled. We had to get out of view before anyone saw us. Achoo had already trotted several yards ahead and was waiting for us.
Then I heard a scream from the south—not a human scream, but a scream I knew well. I’d heard it on the road, when the warhorse Drummer and his partner Steady protected Sabine. I looked down for Pounce but he was nowhere to be seen in the dark.
No, I did not interfere, he replied from wherever he was. Those horses killed everyone who tried to stop them and took off. They knew their lady was in danger. Those mages down below helped when they left the castle gate open. That Macayhill horse magic is stronger than even Farmer knows.
Feeling my heart weigh several pounds less, I urged my mount up the next steep part of the trail. When I glanced at the valley again, I saw Drummer and Steady gallop down the southeastern trail past Farmer and into the village. If Sabine was still alive, her horses might turn the fight for her. My man stood in the field before his enemies, a rim of sparkling blue fire around his big body. He held up what looked to be a hoop of stars. It was his embroidered ribbon, pulled tight between his hands.
My horse stumbled. I concentrated on my ride and the ground, pulling the animal upright with an apology. I’d let it drift into the rockier earth at trailside. That was stupid. By the time we reached the height of the cliff’s edge, the poor creature had slowed from a gallop to a limping walk. I guided the horse into the grass and dismounted. She—it was a mare—had picked up a stone in her right forehoof. Achoo sniffed the mare’s nose as I searched for the hoof pick in a pack on her saddle. She seemed calmer when I started working on the hoof by the light of my lamp, perhaps because Achoo distracted her. The stone came out easily, but we would not be galloping for a long time.
Pounce joined us then. Together we three walked and Gareth rode as we moved on slowly, up along the cliff. I’d found a couple of apples in the horse’s pack. I gave her one for being so good about my demands and another to Gareth.
“Are we going to escape?” he asked softly, looking at the apple.
I have never been good at lying to children. “I don’t know,” I told him. “We have a long road ahead.”
“Do you help slaves escape all the time?” he inquired, taking the apple.
“No. I hunt criminals.” I shone my light ahead briefly. The trees grew close to the trail here, which was worrisome. I was on my own if there were any bandits fool enough to think they might find someone worth robbing on this stretch. No, not entirely alone. I had Pounce and Achoo.
“When I am—when I am big,” the little boy said, still avoiding the words that meant he was a prince who would be king, “I am going to help escaped slaves. And when you take me to my papa, I will ask him to do so.”
“Very good, Gareth,” I said. They would tell him that he did not understand how the world spun, that slavery had always been with us. How would the work get done without slaves? they would ask, and, he did not want to make the great nobles angry, did he? He would reach manhood believing those things, like all the rich. Let him have his dream of changing the world for now. I wasn’t going to be the one to shatter it.
“You don’t believe me, but I will do it,” he told me. “You’ll see.”
“I will, I hope,” I replied. That was certainly the truth.
We had walked for a short time longer when I heard a lone horse on the trail. Quickly I drew our mare into the trees, Achoo and Pounce following me. I tied the horse far enough from the open that she would not walk out into it by accident. “Stay here, Gareth,” I whispered as I helped him down. “Don’t come out, no matter what happens. Achoo, jaga,” I ordered. She would keep him in their hiding place.
Then I stepped out of the tree cover. From there I recognized the shape of the rider against the starlit sky.
I gave the double click Tunstall and I used as a signal. When he drew up, he looked around, not seeing me in the shadows by the trees. I unveiled my stone lamp a little so we could look at one another. Daeggan was not behind him on the saddle.
“Where’s the boy?” I demanded, coming a step or two closer. Everything about this meeting felt bad to me. Mayhap it was the dark. I couldn’t see Tunstall’s face well with all the mud on it. His hands were washed clean, visible even with their tan. “Where’s Daeggan?”
Tunstall dismounted. “Cooper, I’m sorry. We fell at that stream—”
“I heard you fall,” I said.
“The boy.” There was sorrow in Tunstall’s deep voice as he approached. “He struck his head on a rock. I couldn’t bring him around, and then I found the break in his skull. We must get out of here. Where is the prince?”
He knew as well as I that we weren’t using the word throughout the Hunt. We did it to keep Gareth’s title from slipping out at the wrong moment. “We’re a long way from being able to call him that,” I reminded my partner. Sometimes he could be careless, but that was usually at the start of a Hunt.
