Barb & J. C. Hendee - Noble Dead 06 by Child of a Dead God

Author:Child of a Dead God
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-01-25T13:15:06+00:00

Wynn tried to hide her relief when Sgäile called a halt to the day’s trek.

Walking all day after so much time aboard ship was an unexpected effort. By noon, her knees were trembling, and near dusk she was struggling to keep up. Even worse, no one else was having the same trouble.

Leesil was only too glad to have his feet on dry land, and Magiere’s obsession gripped her even harder. Sgäile told her to slow down several times during the day. Even Chap had difficulty keeping ahead of Magiere.

Trudging along behind everyone, Wynn had studied her companions. At times her sorrowful memories of the night before seemed echoed in their expressions. No matter how hard she tried, she could not put aside the fire and screams and smoke—and the sight of the ship’s tawny deck blackened and splitting beneath the flames.

“Stop,” Sgäile called out. “We must make camp.” Magiere whirled around at the lead. “There’s plenty of daylight left!” “Preparations must be made before entering the mountains,” he said. “We will need this daylight, and more each day, to gather necessities.” Thankfully, Leesil dropped his pack. “He’s right. Help me start a fire.” He reached out for Magiere’s hand. She breathed through her mouth a few times, and finally let him pull her along.

Osha gathered their gear by a fallen tree at the beach top, and Wynn crouched with him behind that barrier against the wind.

“This will do nicely,” she said.

Osha nodded, but he peered over the tree’s weather-bleached trunk, watching where Leesil had taken Magiere. Wynn hoped Leesil could keep Magiere pacified in their slow progress, and she set to inspecting their supplies and gear.

So far, she’d had no chance to see what Leesil had salvaged from the ship. He had assured her that the elven quill, ink, and parchments Gleann had given to her were in one of the packs. Chap came to sit beside her.

Wynn studied the sleeves of her coat. She had worn it a few times to satisfy Magiere, but the garment felt constricting and heavy—and she had lost Chane’s cloak in the fire.

What of the cold lamp crystal?

She blinked at Chap’s sudden question, and reached inside her coat to the pocket of her elven tunic.

“It is safe,” she answered.

Osha turned a puzzled glance her way, obviously thinking she spoke to him.

“Never mind,” she told him. “Just … it is nothing.” He wrinkled his brow and went off to scavenge firewood.

To Wynn’s surprise, Sgäile knelt down to examine the packs, and his tan, handsome face leaned close to hers. His manner had changed since their first meeting, though he remained reserved in her company.

“Do we have a cooking pot?” he asked.

Together, they pulled objects from the packs. Wynn found a large pouch of herbal tea, also several flints, coils of thin rope made from silken fibers, three water flasks—but only two wooden mugs. They would have to share.

“Ah, here,” she said, pulling out a tin pot. “We can make tea, but we will need more fresh water soon.

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