Redmont itself. The sentries at the main gate had come to the ready position at the sound, alerted to the approach of the galloping horse. Then, recognising a Ranger, they relaxed, lowering their weapons - although they continued to watch with interest as he approached.
Will eased Tug down to a canter, then a trot, in the last twenty metres. He acknowledged the salute of the sentries as he rode across the moat and under the raised portcullis. One of the soldiers, who had grown up in the service of Redmont, called a greeting, in defiance of good discipline.
'Welcome back, Ranger Will!'
Will grinned and waved. 'Thanks, Jonathon. Good to be here.'
They trotted into the courtyard, the sound of Tug's hooves changing again as they went from wooden drawbridge to the cobbled surface of the castle forecourt. There were more people moving around here and they looked up curiously, wondering what had brought Will Treaty back to Redmont.
But Will didn't notice them because emerging from the bottom doorway of the main tower was a tall, graceful girl in an elegant white Courier's gown and he couldn't stop the ridiculous grin of pleasure that broke out across his face.
Alyss.
He dropped to the ground and-she raced towards him, her usual air of dignity and reserve deserting her. She threw herself into his arms and they stood embracing, each drinking in the other's presence. Passers-by stopped to look and grin at the young couple, so unconscious to all around them.
'You're back,' she whispered, her voice muffled by thefact that her face was pressed to the rough material of his cowl.
'I'm back,' he agreed, the light scent of the perfume she always wore filling his nostrils. Her long blonde hair was soft against his cheek. After several long moments, they were buffeted by a sudden shove and had to break the embrace to retain their balance. Tug was regarding them with slight embarrassment.
Cut it out. There are people watching.
Then he nudged Alyss's shoulder, urging her to notice him and stroke his soft muzzle.
I'n back too.
She laughed as she stroked him. 'Hullo, Tug. I'm glad to see you too.'
While she fussed over the horse, Will took her free hand and stood, simply looking at her, a huge grin pasted onto his face. Finally, they became aware of the small crowd who had gathered to watch them. Will turned and shrugged, his face reddening slightly.
'It's been a long time,' he said. A circle of smiling faces surrounded them. Nobody said anything and he indicated Alyss.
isince we saw each other. A long time,' he elaborated. Several people nodded knowingly. One middle-aged gentleman tapped the side of his nose with that familiar gesture. Finally, since the spectators showed no sign of moving on, Will thought it was time to break up this little tableau. Like most Rangers, he had an aversion to being the centre of attention. He said to Alyss, out of the side of his mouth, 'Let's get out of here.'
Her own smile widened a little. 'Come on. We'll put Tug in the stables. Then you'd better report to the Baron.'
He nodded and they turned, hand in hand still, to lead Tug to the stables. Alyss knew that Will would see his horse cared for before anything else. That was the Ranger way. Behind them, the small crowd broke up, going about their separate endeavours. Some of them looked after the young couple, smiling approval. Alyss was a popular figure in Castle Redmont and the entire population took great pride in Will's achievements. He was a local, after all. They approved of the obvious affection between them.
'Any sign of Halt yet?' Will asked.
Alyss's smile faded a little. 'No. I think Lady Pauline is becoming a little worried. She tries not to show it but I can tell she's uneasy.'
Will considered this. It had been a long time since Halt had someone to worry about him, he thought.
'That's natural, I suppose,' he said. 'But Halt can look after himself.'
Halt was Halt, after all, and Will couldn't conceive of any person or situation that he couldn't handle. Alyss nodded. She was concerned because Pauline, her mentor, was worried. But Will knew Halt's capabilities better than anyone and if he wasn't worried, she felt there was no need for anyone else to be anxious.
'I suppose you're right,' she said. Then, changing the subject, she said: 'So you've decided to join this special group of Crowley's?'
'Yes,' he replied. 'I assume you approve?'
She looked sidelong at him. 'Let me put it this way. If you'd declined, I would have come after you and dragged you back here feet first until you came to your senses.'
'That might have been fun,' he murmured and she jerked at his arm in mock anger. He noticed that she didn't
let go of his hand, however. As they approached the stable, one of the younger grooms hurried eagerly out to meet them.
'Good afternoon, Ranger Will,' he said, and made a gesture of welcome with his arms spread wide, as if inviting Will to inspect conditions in the stable. 'May I look after the famous Tug for you?'
Will hesitated for a second. He had been trained to look after Tug himself and not assume that someone else would do it for him. He felt a nudge against his shoulder. Tug, of course.
Hear that? The famous Tug.
At the same time, Alyss squeezed his hand. She could see that the stable hand would be bitterly disappointed if his offer were refused. For a young man like him, Will was a figure to be admired and looked up to. He was Will Treaty, with a list of accomplishments and famous deeds as long as your arm. It would be a privilege to take care of his horse. And she loved Will all the more because he didn't realise the fact.
'I'd be honoured, Ranger,' the groom added.
'Let him do it,' Alyss said softly. Will shrugged and passed the reins to him.
'Very well He hesitated. He didn't know the youth's name.
'It's Ben, Ranger. Ben Dooley.'
'Very well, Ben Dooley. I'm sure you'll take excellent care of the famous Tug.' He looked meaningfully at the little horse. 'And you behave yourself.'
Tug came as close as a horse could to raising one eyebrow. He looked at Will and Alyss, still hand in hand.
You're talking?
Will realised, not for the first time, that he would never get the last word with this horse. He shook his head ruefully.
'Let's go see the Baron,' he said.
***
So much was familiar. So many sights and sensations and memories came crowding back to him as he climbed the steps to Baron Arald's office. Again, Will felt Alyss twitch his arm.
'Remember that day?' she said. She didn't need to say which day. She meant the day when she and Will and Horace, along with Jenny and George, had climbed these stairs to be chosen by their eventual masters. In truth it was only a matter of years but it seemed as if decades had passed.
'Who could forget it?' he asked. 'What's George up to these days?'
'He's become one of the fief's leading defence attorneys,' she said. 'He's in great demand for legal matters.'
Will shook his head. 'He always had a brain for them, didn't he? And Jenny? Is she still working with Master Chubb?'
She smiled. 'No, much to his disappointment. He sees her as his finest creation and he'd love to have her with him. But some time back, she told him, "Master Chubb, there's not room in this kitchen for two artists such as we. I need to find my own space."'
'And did she?'
'She did indeed. She bought a share of the inn atRedmont village and runs one of the finest dining halls for miles around. Chubb's a regular customer, too.'
'Really?'
'Really. Apparently, one night he made a suggestion, very politely, I must say, that perhaps a dish might benefit from a hint more spice. She told him, "Less is more, Master Chubb. Less is more." And then she rapped him on the head with her ladle.'
Will was incredulous. He couldn't imagine anyone with the nerve to rap Chubb on the head.
'I guess it was ladles at ten paces after that?' he said but Alyss shook her head.
'On the contrary. He very meekly apologised. Secretly, I think he loved it.
He's very proud of her. Here we are,' she added as they arrived at the anteroom to the Baron's office. Reluctantly, she released his hand. 'I'll leave you to report in. Come and find me later.'
She leaned forward, kissed him lightly on the lips and slipped away, waving her hand in a farewell gesture behind her. She skipped down the steps. It was such an excellent day, she thought.
Will watched her go. Then he turned, gathered his thoughts and knocked on the door to the Baron's anteroom.
* * *
Chapter 11
* * *
The first hint of daylight was showing over the top of the bluff. Off to the right and left, it was already touching the treetops where the mass of the steep hill didn't cast a long shadow. That suited Halt's purpose ideally. When the sun finally broke clear of the top of the bluff, it would be in the eyes of the men at the bottom of the hill, adding to their uncertainty.
Colly was dozing uncomfortably as Halt released the thumb 'and toe cuffs, wrinkling his nose once more as he came close to the man's feet. Then he stepped back and nudged him with the toe of his boot, his hand ready on the hilt of his saxe.
As he woke, realisation dawned in the criminal's eyes that his hands and feet were free. He tried to rise quickly, but the stiff, cramped muscles in his arms and legs defeated him. He cried out in pain and rolled onto his side, making helpless little scrabbling movements.
`It'll take a few minutes for those muscles to loosen up,'Halt told him. 'So don't try anything foolish. In the meantime, slip off your jacket.'
Colly, lying on his side, looked up at him. 'My jacket?' Halt raised an eyebrow impatiently.
`Your ears aren't cramped,' he said. 'Take off the jacket.'
Slowly, Colly worked himself into a sitting position and unbuttoned his thigh-length over-jacket. He tossed it to one side, then looked a question at Halt. The Ranger nodded.
`So far so good. Now put on the cloak beside you.'
For the first time, Colly noticed that Halt's camouflage cloak was lying on the ground near him. Clumsily, he threw it round his shoulders and fastened it in place. He had obviously decided that there was no future in asking questions. And besides, he was beginning to understand what Halt had in mind.
`Now let's get you on your feet,' Halt said. He gripped one of Colly's forearms and hauled him upright. For a second or two, Colly stood unmoving, testing the feeling in his arms and legs. Then, rather predictably, he - tried to throw a punch at Halt. Halt ducked under the wild blow, then, stepping in and pivoting his upper body, he hit Colly with a palm strike to the jaw, sending him sprawling again.
`Don't try that again,' he said. There was no anger in his voice. Just a calm certainty that he could handle anything Colly attempted. While the Outsider clambered shakily to his feet again, Halt slid on the thick woollen jacket he had discarded. His nose twitched again at the combined smells of grease, sweat and dirt.
`This is nearly as bad as your socks,' he muttered.
Then, stooping, he picked up Colly's narrow-brimmed felt hat and placed it on his own head.
`Move around a little,' he told his prisoner. 'Shake your arms and legs to get the blood flowing. I want you in top form when you start up the hill.'
Colly's jaw set in a stubborn line as he tried once more for defiance.
`I ain't running up that hill,' he said.
Halt shrugged. 'Then die here. They're the only two choices you have.'
For the second time, Colly looked into those dark eyes and saw no sign of pity or compromise there. And for the second time, his gaze dropped from the other man's. He began to shake his arms and legs, grimacing with pain as blood flowed back into his muscles. While he did so, Halt retrieved his longbow and quiver, slinging the latter around his shoulders with one easy movement.
After a few minutes, when he judged that the man's movements had become easier, Halt motioned for him to stop. He beckoned him towards the uphill side of the rock outcrop that sheltered them from sight.
`All right, here's what's going to happen. When I give you the word, you're going to start running up the hill.' He saw a momentary gleam of cunning in Colly's eyes, which the outlaw tried unsuccessfully to conceal.
`If you try anything else, I'll put an arrow through the fleshy part of your calf. Not enough to stop you running, but enough to cause a great amount of pain. Are we clear?'
Colly nodded, his brief moment of defiance fading away. ,
`Good. Now I'm going to stand here waving and yelling. When you hear me start, run harder.'
`They'll think I'm you,' Colly said, indicating the treeline at the bottom of the hill where his companions lay in wait. Halt nodded.
`And they'll think I'm you. That's the general idea.' `So they'll chase me up the hill,' Colly said.
This time, Halt shook his head. 'Not if you jump off into the river. They'll go down and around the base of the hill to the river bank to go after you. Which will leave the way clear for me.'
`What if I don't jump?' Colly asked.
`But you will jump. You'll notice there's no worthwhile cover at the top of the bluff.'
Colly looked again. The grimstranger was right. There were no trees or rocks at the top of the bluff, just long grass, but not long enough to cover him. He swallowed nervously.
`If you stop at the top of the bluff, I'll put an arrow ten centimetres above your head. Just to show you I can.'
Colly frowned, a little puzzled. Then Halt continued.
`Then, five seconds after that, I'll put an arrow twenty centimetres below your head. Got that?'
Colly glanced down nervously. Twenty centimetres below his head would put the arrow right in the middle of his chest. He nodded his understanding.
`Got it,' he said. His throat was dry and the words came out as a hoarse whisper. He watched as Halt drew an arrow from the quiver and, in one movement, nocked it to the string of his massive longbow.
`So, let's get ready. I'm told a nice morning run is good for the health.' He paused, then added with a hard edge, `And a nice swim is even better.'
Colly's eyes flicked from Halt to the open ground above them, then down to the treeline where his companions were still concealed.
`I meant what I said,' Halt told him. 'And just so you know I can hit what I aim at, do you see that rotten tree stump, about forty metres up the hill?'
Colly peered in the direction Halt had indicated and made out an old blackened tree stump about a metre high. It was the only standing remnant of a tree that had been struck by lightning some years ago. The rest of the tree, gradually being devoured by rot, lay angled down the hill below it. He nodded.
`I see it.,What about it?'
`When you draw level with it, I'm going to put an arrow in it. See where there's the beginning of an old branch jutting out to the right?'
Again Colly nodded. The remains of the branch were only just visible at this distance.
`That's where the arrow's going to hit. If I miss the mark, you might think you have a chance to start running back downhill.'
Colly opened his mouth to say something when Halt forestalled him.
`But I won't miss. And remember, you're a lot bigger than that branch.'
Colly swallowed again. His throat was very dry. 'Can I have some water?' he asked. Anything to put off the moment when he started uphill. He knew what Halt had said he was going to do. But he couldn't help wondering if the Ranger wouldn't simply shoot him down once he reached the top of the bluff. After all, that would cause hiscompanions to come running uphill after him, leaving the way clear for Halt to make his escape downhill.
Halt gave him that cold little smile again. 'Of course,' he said. 'All you want. Just as soon as you hit the river. Now get going.'
Still Colly hesitated. Halt flexed the bowstring experimentally. There was no practical purpose in the movement, other than to draw Colly's attention to the broad-headed arrow nocked on the string. Halt frowned as the Outsider still hesitated. The sun had lifted above the edge of the blu
ff now and it was at its most dazzling for the men below.
`GOP he shouted suddenly, making a lunging motion towards Colly at the same time.
The loud noise and sudden threatening movement galvanised his prisoner into action. Colly broke from cover and began to run up the hill, his legs pumping, the camouflage cloak billowing out behind him. Halt let him get twenty metres away then stepped out of cover himself, waving and shouting to the unseen men he knew would be watching from below.
`He's getting away!' he yelled. 'He's getting away! After him !'
He heard shouting from the trees and the sudden surprised yelping of the dogs as they were roused by their handlers. A few men appeared from the shadows of the trees and hesitated uncertainly, watching the man in the Ranger's cloak as he ran. Then more of the watchers broke cover.
`He's getting away! Get after him!' Halt yelled. He turned and glanced uphill. Colly was almost at the tree
stump. Halt stepped back behind a rock to conceal his actions from the men below. Casually, he brought the bow to full draw and released, in one smooth motion. At a forty-metre range, even shooting uphill, he had to allow only a minimum amount for drop. The arrow hissed away from the bow.
Almost at the tree stump, Colly heard the arrow split the air to his left, then smack into the rotten branch of the stump, which disintegrated into a shower of splinters under the impact. Even though Halt had warned him what would happen, he couldn't believe that anyone could manage the shot that he'd just seen. He shied sideways, away from the stump, in a reflex action — far too late, of course, to do him any good — and redoubled his efforts, driving his legs as hard as he could.
Now the Outsiders were moving out of the trees in greater numbers. Some of them were beginning to start up the hill after Colly. But there was no real urgency in them so far. They knew there was nowhere for the running man to go. The tracking dogs were yelping furiously, restrained on their long leashes by their handlers. Halt counted about a dozen men. At least, he thought gratefully, they hadn't loosed another of the war dogs.
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