Between Their Worlds: A Novel of the Noble Dead (Noble Dead Series Phase 3 Book 1) by Barb Hendee & J.C. Hendee

Author:Barb Hendee & J.C. Hendee [Hendee, Barb]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781101559376
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2012-01-02T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

The following night, Chane again paced his room. Shade lay on the bed, equally agitated, watching him. By now, the message he had sent to the temple of Feather-Tongue at Dhredze Seatt should have been passed onward to its final destination. Once read by its recipient, something—or nothing—might come of it.

Chane was tired of waiting to find out.

Magiere, Leesil, and Chap likely sought their own way to get to Wynn, but he was determined to do so first. Yet although that was his foremost concern, he could not stop wondering if Chap had sensed his presence after following Shade. If so, would Chap bring his companions to hunt for an unknown undead?

Chane had promised Wynn to avoid them, so if they came, he would have to run. He would then be entirely cut off, without a place for her to reach him. He had wondered if Magiere or Chap were even now waiting in the nearby streets for anything they could sense. He tried to put this out of his head.

Last night, he and Shade had gone to scout the guild from the shadows. Two city guards walked separate half circuits on the bailey wall. One more stood inside the portcullis, and one or two had to be in the gatehouse tower to man the gears. And this could not be the full count. If Captain Rodian was under orders to guard the grounds, he had brought more men than were visible.

There was a time when Chane would have simply scaled the walls and killed anything in his way. It would have been so much easier.

He had noticed one strange event while he and Shade lurked near the western corner of Old Bailey Road. He had been studying the keep’s heights for signs of more guards when Shade huffed and directed his attention down the street.

At well past night’s first bell, a wagon rolled onto Old Bailey Road at its southern corner and headed straight for the keep’s bailey gate. The portcullis rose even before it arrived, and a city guard and a sage in midnight blue came out to open the bailey gate and let the wagon in. The vehicle was heavily laden, its cargo hidden beneath a lashed canvas tarp.

In the time Chane had spent among the sages, he had never seen a supply wagon arrive at night. Of course he could not have seen any arriving in daylight, but he had never even heard of nighttime deliveries before. He wished he could have learned more of this—although it was a minor puzzle among greater concerns, and he remained inside his room as much as possible. He was too afraid that he might miss . . .

A very heavy knock at the door halted Chane’s pacing. He tensed with hope as Shade jumped off the bed. Chane was not certain who stood on the other side of that door, and he picked up his sword, pulling the dwarven steel blade from its sheath.

“Where do all-eaters guard the bones of the lost and forgotten?” he asked softly through the door.

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