by Ashley Capes
“As long as it doesn’t cause more pain.”
“If you stay still it shouldn’t. Just don’t chase anything you see.”
Luis frowned. “This is the best medicine you could find?”
“Well, we might be able to come up with something that will help with the actual healing. The paste is only for the pain.”
“So long as it works.”
Never paused at the tent flap. “About last night – don’t do that again, you fool.”
Luis smiled despite obvious pain. “You’re welcome.”
Chapter 2.
“I’m going to try add some meat to that,” Never told Tsolde, once he stood before the fire again. She glanced up from the hardbread and nuts they’d taken from the Vadiya camp.
“How’s Luis?”
“Holding up. Keep an eye on him though, he might see some strange things.”
“Exactly how much did you use?”
“Enough to let him actually rest,” he said.
She snorted. “Well, I found some grenvera to give him when he wakes.”
“Good – how much?”
“A few draughts, no more.”
Grenvera would work wonders, but it was less potent in small doses, it needed time and repeated use to be fully effective. Still, better than nothing. “Well, it could be worse,” Never said.
He returned to the trees to set snares. Hopefully they’d catch something in time for lunch. Then, while Tsolde and Luis rested, he performed some of the more tedious of life’s tasks, mending torn clothing, preparing travel rations, sharpening blades – anything to keep his hands and mind busy while he waited.
Anything to stop him thinking about Snow.
Near noon, the fire concealed and rabbit stew set to simmering, Never rose. “We need to find out what’s happening around us. If I’m not back by nightfall, set a watch and lay low until Luis heals enough to flee into Marlosa; try and find Mondesa and Captain Sirgeto.”
“You want us to head into a warzone?”
He shrugged. “Everywhere is becoming a warzone.”
Never slipped along the trail, pushing aside low-lying branches as he did, until he came to clearer walking. Keeping low, he threaded his way down to an outcropping of rock and lay in the ferns to peer down onto the Folhan Highway. A shiny beetle began a trek up his arm and he nudged it back into the dead fronds that covered the stone.
With his eyes closed, he waited. Listened.
There was no hint of sound coming from either end of the highway – which meant he had two choices. Wait for the possibility of an advance scout from Vadiya forces or venture back toward Giant’s Bridge to see if he could learn something that way. Sacha would know whatever ‘Prince Tendov’ was planning next but that might not give him Snow’s next move at all.
Assuming he could actually speak to her without being clapped in irons.
Risky.
Time passed.
He removed the beetle several more times, he checked on the figure in the marble and sipped at his water. Perhaps he was better off heading for the watchtower and sneaking in to see if forces from the bridge had come across the slaughter.
Never pushed himself up – and froze.
The thunder of hooves. Growing louder. Coming from the direction of the watchtower. Never stood with a sigh. No time for deception or anything clever. If the rider was a Vadiya messenger, then he was going to be stopped by force alone.
Never spun, searching the undergrowth until he found a heavy log. Rolling it free of fern-shoots and moss, he carried it back and crouched at the outcropping. “Closer now,” he urged the rider.
The horse soon appeared, charging around a corner. The rider was a Vadiya messenger, travelling light compared to a Steelhawk, but hardly unarmed, carrying bow and blade. The man’s attention seemed to be focused on the road ahead – and little above him.
Never hefted the log in his hands, tensing his legs.
The rider neared.
Now!
Never shot up, heaving the log down. It crashed into the messenger’s breastplate, knocking him clean off his mount. The man clattered to the stony road and his horse reared and turned back, though it did not bolt. Never leapt down to the road and charged forward, knife drawn. The messenger was still. He was either dead or unconscious – both served Never’s ends. No sign of a scroll case or written missive either.
The mount.
Never called to the horse in Vadiyem, keeping his voice low and soothing. The animal snorted but let him approach. Once close enough, he caught the bridle and continued to speak softly. Faint steam rose from the mount’s flanks as Never searched the saddlebags, lifting a hard scroll case free. Sealed with the Hawk of Family Isajan.
He tucked the scroll into his belt, liberated food from the bags and silver from the messenger before leading the horse up into the trees, where he paused to break the seal. The scroll within was covered in the hard, rigid Vadiya script, which made it easy to read at the least. Sacha was reporting to home and requesting more men, little of use there. Never read on. She also expected to meet Tendov’s forces further south than City-Sedrin. He frowned. Why not besiege the city? A force like Jenisan’s left undefeated would be a serious thorn. At the very end, Sacha mentioned a group of three travellers that the Prince was extremely interested in finding for questioning.
Descriptions of he, Luis and Tsolde followed.
“Gods be damned,” he muttered. Snow was indeed planning to capture him – whatever he wanted could obviously wait no longer.
If Never decided to force the issue, it left two directions from which to choose – yet Snow could just as easily head for either, or both, and make much better time than Never.
After all, his brother was the one with wings.
Never returned to camp before darkness, hailing softly as he did. Tsolde stood, knife in hand, from where she’d been sitting before the clean-burning blaze. “Where did you find the horse?” she asked, a smile crossing her features.
“At the very convenient travelling horse-trader I happened to come across.”
“Very funny.”
“Vadiya scout. We’re quite lucky; since Luis can ride, we can leave sooner than I thought.”
“And where are we going?”
He tossed her the scroll. “According to that, I think we have only one option.”
She frowned at him. “I can’t read Vadiyem, you fool.”
“Right. Lady Isajan is expecting Prince Tendov south of the Silver City and she also wants more men, so we can expect a lot more activity on this highway soon enough if they draw them from Marlosa.”
“Why? What is in the south?”
“I have no idea,” Never said. “But it’s worse. The ‘prince’ is also looking for us, handing out descriptions in those messages, and you can be certain it isn’t the only messenger he’ll send. I think the safest option is to head into Marlosa. We can put some distance between us and Isajan and get Luis to a proper healer at the same time.”
“Could we stay here too? We seem well hidden.”
“It’s a bigger risk, since there’s a small army behind us and limited medicine if Luis worsens.”
She nodded slowly. “And Snow doesn’t need us, he needs you. We’re expendable to him.”
“But not to me,” Never said. “So we’d better break camp and see if we can keep ahead of him.”
“It’s getting dark, Never.”
“True, and we’ll have to go slow for Luis anyway. But it’s better than staying still and the dark should make it harder for Snow to see us if he decides to search himself.”
“You mean, from the sky?” her voice was a little awed.
“Hard to get used to isn’t it?”
She nodded. “I’ll wake Luis then. I hope he’ll be able to ride.”
&n
bsp; “As do I.”
Chapter 3.
Never led them down the mountain and into the foothills, tension growing with the changing scenery. It was not the easing of the chill wind or the disappearance of ferns in the undergrowth, the dwindling pines, the swathes of yellow grain spreading beyond the foothills or the scarcely visible line of the Ebina River – all the things that signalled a homecoming.
Any fondness that could have warmed his heart was held at bay by the lingering scent of smoke on the afternoon air.
“We’re still too high to smell smoke from a ransacked village on the plains, aren’t we?” Tsolde asked, her brow furrowed.
Never nodded. “Perhaps a mountain hamlet. There are several nearby.”
Luis said nothing. Sweat lined his brow as he held the reins, but his expression darkened. He’d been riding without complaint, but with the last of the herbs gone, it was clear he was now suffering.
The highway bent around a stand of trees and the scent of smoke grew, still no more than a bitter taste on Never’s tongue rather than a spectre within the trunks. But the source was soon revealed. A pile of blackened bodies rested beside the road, surrounded by hewn earth. Near as tall as a man, it had to contain at least two score, possibly more men. Ash and char littered the highway. A gauntlet peeked from mud in a ditch beneath the pile.
No faces were discernible, merely black shadows within the heap of half-formed limbs and armour. A blackened breastplate hung from a stake that had been driven into the stony earth before the pile.
Vadiya script was scratched across the surface.
“What does it say?” Luis asked.
“It says ‘We hunt you now’,” Never replied. “Or close enough – there’s a mistake in the word order but the meaning is clear.”
“Captain Sirgeto and his men?” Tsolde asked.
“It’s certainly possible.”
Never led them beyond and down into the foothills. Though their supplies were holding up well enough, Luis needed more medicine. And the deeper they headed into Marlosa the greater chance there was of running into Vadiya forces. Even following Sirgeto’s trail of death as they were, didn’t guarantee they’d avoid enemy soldiers. It probably increased the chances of running afoul of the Vadiya, if any had caught wind of Sirgeto’s frenzied resistance.
And frenzied it seemed.
At the sites of three more skirmishes it appeared that Vadiya scouting parties – and a once larger force – had been wiped out by the Captain and his small band. Good on him. Never had to acknowledge a twinge of pleasure, but there was a fair chance such strikes would draw more attention to the area.
And he couldn’t afford that.
Barley and other grains stood in the fields, tall and golden but much of it brown and decaying too. In places, husks littered the roadside and the kernels were beginning to wither as the pending winter harvest would likely go unheeded.
“Let’s take a moment,” Never said as he paused on one of the low, wooden fences that lined the road. A breeze rustled the stalks behind him and somewhere in the distance a bird cried out. “This road is still important to the Vadiya – we’re going to run into them sooner or later, whether it’s forces heading into Hanik or the other way around, whether they’re looking for us specifically or not.” And there was even a chance one of those forces would be led by Sacha, something else he needed to avoid.
“And that’s going to be true on any road, isn’t it?” Tsolde said.
“Less so, but you’re right. It’s just one reason why I think we need to rest again.” He looked to Luis, whose hair was sweat-dampened once more. His eyes bore a glazed look, something that hadn’t been evident earlier that morning.
“I’m fine, Never,” Luis said. “I can go on.”
“Very well, to the nearest farmhouse then,” Never replied. He glanced along the highway, which was half-torn by hooves and boots. A crossroad sign stood dark against the afternoon light. Nowhere could he see woodsmoke on the sky, but nor would he if people were laying low. “Let’s see what’s down there.”
The crossroad offered more grain stretching forth, yet the western fields had been razed to the ground, no more than blackened stubs remaining, dotted throughout the gentle contours of ash-choked earth. In the distance, a barn stood but nothing else.
Tsolde looked to it but Never shook his head. “The first place anyone will look if they’re sweeping the area.”
Further east waited simply more fields. The crops were a little shorter, but the path heading north, running almost parallel with the Folhan Ranges, was more promising. The wheat stood taller and the land seemed to dip. “This way.” Never started down the path, Tsolde leading Luis. The man swayed a little in his saddle but was staying upright.
For now.
Never turned down the first narrow trail, which eventually led to a large farm set off from the fields and surrounded by a square of dying grass. The building was quiet, still. White walls bore no scorch marks or otherwise, the doors were closed yet there was an emptiness to it. No smoke rose from the chimney, no sense of movement between windows.
“Let’s see if anyone’s home,” Never said.
At the door he drew a knife and leant against the wood, straining his hearing. No sounds from within. He pushed on the door but it remained shut. “Around back,” he said. Never glanced into each window he passed but curtains blocked his view.
The rear door was closed. Never forced it open, calling a greeting.
Silence.
“We’d like to shelter here, if we may?”
He moved from room to room, finding only emptiness. A table set, a new wick in a tallow candle, chairs in place, an unmade bed in one room and two more atop a loft. Only the pantry revealed evidence of hasty retreat; bare shelves with naught but crumbs left on a piece of cloth. A thin trail of ants led from the crumbs to a chink in the wall.
Had the people here fled before the Vadiya? Or, been taken?
Outside, he nodded to Tsolde. “Seems empty. Think you could look after the horse and get some water boiling?”
“I can,” she said.
Never helped Luis from the horse, taking his friend’s weight with a grunt of surprise.
“I’m not that heavy, am I?” Luis gasped.
“You’ve probably lost weight,” Never said, glad Luis couldn’t see his expression, since the man’s eyes were squeezed shut in pain. Tsolde took the reins and led the mare into the stable, mouth pressed into a firm line.
“That’s not a good sign, is it?” Luis said.
“Not really.” Never supported his friend as they walked inside and to the bed, where he lowered the taller man down. “We’ll find something.”
Tsolde soon appeared with a cup of water, her eyes full of worry. Luis drained the cup and lay back, his breathing easing a little.
Never took Tsolde back to the kitchen, lowering his voice. “He won’t be able to travel much further, that fever is growing. His injuries are worse than we thought.”
“Do we have anything left?”
“No.”
She glanced around. “These people don’t appear to have any herbs; I haven’t checked everywhere yet but I don’t like the look of things.”
Some Red Clove would have done it, but better to wish for the moon. “I might have to try to find a village.”
“And leave us here?”
“Unless you want to go?” he asked.
Tsolde glanced toward the room where Luis lay, the sound of his laboured breathing still audible. “I don’t know Marlosa like you do.”
“Then we have to think of something if you’re found.” Never scratched at his beard. Did the farmhouse have a razor somewhere? Hardly important. “Is there a cellar here?”
“Will Luis even be able to climb down if there is?”
“You’ll help him,”
he said. “I could teach you some Vadiyem too. Enough to claim you have information worth keeping you alive for. It might buy some time if you’re found by forces that haven’t been given Snow’s orders.”
“But maybe not for Luis,” she said. “They’d have no use for him as he is.”
Never sighed. She was right. “Do as you see fit, Tsolde. I don’t think we have many options. I’ll be swift.”
“Where are you going?”
He moved to the nearest window and parted the curtain, pointing along the road. “Perhaps half a day north and west lies a village... named something like ‘bowl’, I can’t remember. There are larger settlements farther away but I don’t know if they will be standing.”
“And if your village has no medicine?”
“Disan lies beyond it, another day.”
“Three days at least – would Luis survive that long?”
“He must.” Never started toward the stable, striding into the shadows to check the mare over. He tossed Tsolde a spare knife. “And so do you.”
Chapter 4.
Never reined the mare in, mud splattering from her hooves.
Misty rain clouded his view of the road and the village ahead – what was it called? Still he couldn’t recall its name, but perhaps it didn’t matter anymore, he realised as he squinted.
There was little left of it.
Afternoon light was failing, smothered by the rain and dark clouds overhead but he saw the black stumps and skeletal walls in place of homes.
“Gods be damned.”
Never paused. Water continued to trickle down the back of his neck, but he’d long since been soaked through. What was a little more water now? He nearly tugged the reins back toward the farmstead but there was no point returning empty-handed. He had to press on and find something for Luis.