“I am well. Where are you taking me?”
They come!
In a breath, our situation had changed. I saw the wolf fleeing back toward us. On the road behind him, horsemen jstÊ
had suddenly appeared. I made them five at a quick count. Two hounds, Witbeasts both, ran alongside them. I swiveled in rny saddle. Two rises back, other riders were cresting a hill. I saw one lift an arm, waving a triumphant greeting to the other group of riders.
“They've caught us,” I said calmly to the Fool.
He looked ill.
“Up the hill. We'll put one of those barrows at our back.” I reined Myblack from the road, and my companionsfollowed.
“Let me go!” my Prince commanded me. He struggled in my arms, but his long insensibility had left him weak. It was not easy to keep my grip on him, but we had not far to go. As we came abreast of the barrow and the adjacent standing stone, I reined in Myblack. My dismount was not graceful, but I pulled the Prince down with me. Myblack stepped wearily away from us, and then turned to give me a look of rebuke. In an instant the Fool was beside us. I sidestepped Dutiful's swing at me, caught his wrist and stepped behind him with it. I caught his other shoulder and held him firmly, one arm twisted high behind his back. I was no rougher than I had to be, but he did not give in easily. “Breaking your arm or dislocating your shoulder wouldn't kill you,” I pointed out to him harshly. “But it would keep you from being a nuisance for a time.”
He subsided, grunting with pain. The wolf was a gray streak pouring himself up the hill toward us. “Now what?” the Fool asked me as he stared around us wideeyed.
“Now we make a stand,” I said. The riders below us were already spreading wide. The barrow at our backs would be a poor barrier against attack from behind, blinding us as much as it shielded us. The wolf stood with us, panting.
“You'll die here,” the Prince pointed out through gritted teeth. I still held him quite firmly.
“That seems very likely,” I conceded.
“You'll die, and I'll go with them.” His voice was strained -av, with pain. “So why be stupid? Release me now. I'll go to them. You can run. I promise I'll ask them to let you go.”
My eyes met the Fool's over the boy's head. I knew what my answer to that would be, but then I knew what I'd be sending the Prince to face. It might buy us an opportunity to come after him again, but I doubted it. The womancat would see to it that they hunted us down and killed us. Death standing and waiting, or death after flight? I didn't want to choose how my friends would die. I'm too tired to flee. I'm dying here. The Fool's eyes wavered to Nighteyes. I do not know if he grasped that flicker of thought, or if he simply saw the wolf's weariness. “Stand and fight,” he said faintly.
He drew his sword from its sheath. I knew he had never fought in his life. As he lifted his blade, he looked very uncertain. Then he took a breath, and set his face in the lines of Lord Golden's expression. He squared his shoulders and an expression of cold competence came into his eyes. He can't fight. Don't be stupid.
The riders were closing in. They walked their horses up the hill toward us, unhurried, letting us watch our deaths come. You have an alternative?
“You can't hold me and fight!” Dutiful's voice was elated. He obviously believed that they had already won. “The moment you let go, I'll run. You'll die for nothing! Let me go now, let me talk to them. Maybe I can bargain for your life.”
Do not let her have him. Kill him before you let them take him.
I felt a great coward, but shared the thought anyway. do not know if I can do that.
You must. We both know what they intend. If you cannot kill him then . . . then take him into the pillar. The boy can Skill, and you were linked with the Scentless One once. It may be enough. Go into the pillar. Take them with you.
The riders below conferred with one another briefly, then fanned out to flank us as they came. As the woman had promised, they would take no chances. They were grinning and shouting to one another. Like the Prince, they believed they had us trapped.
It won't work. Don't you remember what it was like? It took all my strength to hold you together in that passage, and we were tightly linked. I might be able to hold the boy together through the journey, or you, but not both of you. I do not know if I could even pull the Foolin with me. Our Skilllink is old and thin. I might lose you all.
You don't have to choose. I cannot go with you. I'm too tired, my brother. But I will stay here and hold them back for as long as I can, while you escape.
