Rebel Fay (Noble Dead Saga 5) by Barb Hendee (2007-09-06) by Barb Hendee; J. C. Hendee;

Author:Barb Hendee; J. C. Hendee; [Hendee;, Barb Hendee; J. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0182Q08RI
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 1800-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Sgäile burned with shame as he led the others through the trees. The fault was his alone.

He would never blame another serving under him—not even the naïve and immature Osha. It had been his own choice to assign the young elf as watchguard.

Osha had come later to service than most Anmaglâhk, and in the following five years, the young man had failed to attract the tutelage of a teacher among their caste. He remained a novice of only basic skills. Still, Osha wished to be of service, and Sgäile empathized with a desire that would not yield to any obstacle.

He had left Osha to watch over Léshil’s quarters, and that decision resulted in the worst night of his life. Én’nish had been sent by Fréthfâre before Sgäile could resolve the crisis—which meant Most Aged Father knew everything.

It took no great feat of intelligence to guess how word had reached Most Aged Father. Én’nish must have been watching and waiting for an opportunity.

Sgäile grew sick to his stomach as they broke into a clearing where a large boulder protruded from a hillside. Halfway beyond the boulder’s ledge top, Urhkarasiférin crouched upon the slope of thinly leafed elms.

“A pack was here,” Brot’ân’duivé said, and Sgäile followed his gaze to the soft ground covered in paw prints. “And someone with small, human feet.”

“Wynn?” Léshil asked.

Magiere stepped beyond Sgäile, pacing the ground with deep breaths.

“No blood,” she said.

Sgäile was relieved, and then suspicious. Perhaps Chap had kept Wynn safe. But how, in the dark, had Magiere known no blood was spilled here? Léshil also watched her with wary concern. Én’nish hung back by the tree with her companions.

“Come,” Sgäile said, and headed upslope. As he approached Urhkarasiférin, the elder anmaglâhk pointed through the elms to the northeast.

“At least seven…maybe eight majay-hì,” he said. “Along with the woman…all making speed.”

“And following a clhuassas,” Brot’ân’duivé added.

“What is that?” Magiere asked.

“One of the large silver-gray deer you have seen,” Sgäile answered, and said no more. The less humans knew of such things, the better.

Leesil knelt down by the split hoof prints, larger than any deer-sign in human lands.

Sgäile rarely saw even subtle distress in Urhkarasiférin’s passive expression. But the man tightened his lips with a slight scowl and breathed sharply out through his nose.

“North by northeast,” he said.

Brot’ân’duivé already stared off through the trees along the path the pack had taken.

“What’s out there,” Léshil asked, “and why would Chap or Wynn try to follow them?”

“They are not following,” Brot’ân’duivé corrected. “They are traveling with the pack…being taken…to Cuirin’nên’a.”

Such a blunt statement stunned Sgäile. But if Léshil came with them, he needed to know the truth of the situation. It was only right and fair to prepare him, as the shock could cause discord later.

Léshil rose quickly from the deer tracks, his eyes on the path ahead. He took off down the trail.

“No,” Brot’ân’duivé shouted, grabbing for Léshil.

Magiere slapped Brot’an’s hand aside with a menacing glare and followed in Léshil’s footsteps.

Sgäile was at a loss. He could not

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