On Blackened Wings by James E Wisher

Author:James E Wisher [Wisher, James E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781945763403
Publisher: Sand Hill Publishing
Published: 2018-08-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Forty-Three

Trying to flee at the speed of an ordinary person felt painfully slow to Jen. Unfortunately, with Carmichael Junior over Edward’s shoulder they couldn’t even run at half warlord speed. At least they’d reached the forest before any rescuers showed up. That should slow the inevitable search at least a little.

Of course with sorcerers out of sight didn’t mean out of mind. With Al Elan in the group it was as if they had a giant beacon for the enemy to see. The whole situation stunk, but Jen couldn’t imagine anything they could have done differently, except giving up and that wasn’t in her makeup.

Jen brushed a spruce limb out of her way and hurried down the narrow deer trail. Talon had run ahead to make sure they didn’t run into anything unpleasant. Better safe than sorry, but Jen fully expected trouble to come from behind them not in front. She glanced back again. The guys were all keeping up easily. An extra two hundred pounds was nothing for Edward. He, or any of them really, could carry the prisoner for days without stopping or getting tired.

“They’re coming,” Al Elan said.

She’d been dreading that announcement since young Carmichael had sent that signal. At least they had a little head start.

“How many?” Jen asked.

“Six priests—sorcerers —all quite strong.”

She hadn’t expected weaklings to come rescue their future king.

“What’s the plan?” Edward asked.

The duke’s son giggled. “You’re all going to die. That’s the plan.”

“Shut up,” Jen snarled. “There isn’t much we can do about six sorcerers. You can be sure they want this turd back alive, so they’re not apt to just start blasting.”

“There’re plenty of other things they can do,” Edward said.

He was right, but that changed nothing. They were stuck for now and Jen could do nothing about it.

A minute later Talon appeared beside her. “How’re we doing?”

“Company’s arrived,” Jen said. “Anything I need to worry about up front?”

“Nah, I scouted five miles ahead. There’s nothing but trees, birds, and an angry squirrel that thought I wanted to steal his winter stash. Do we have a plan?”

Jen wished they’d quit asking her that. The chapter on fighting six sorcerers in the warlord training manual was exceedingly short. It consisted of one sentence: Run, and hope they have better things to do than hunt you down.

“They’re getting closer,” Al Elan said. “I believe they’ve honed in on us now. Are you sure you don’t want me to try and lead them away?”

“And lose my only external soul force user? No, thank you. Talon, find an opening in the trees. Edward, give him to me.”

Jen drew her dagger and put it to the prisoner’s throat. His gleeful smile vanished.

A few seconds later Talon said, “Found one. It’s not big, but you can see the sky clearly.”

“Good enough. Lead the way.”

Less than a quarter of a mile later they stepped into a sunlit glade. She glanced up at the clear sky. No sorcerers yet, but it was only a matter of time.

“Al Elan,

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