'Lost,' Gilan repeated. 'And lost can be found. We have to take the chance. You'd do it if Abelard was lost,' he added and Halt, about to reply that the task was hopeless, stopped himself. 'I'll go with him. Give us two days. We either find Tug in that time or we catch up with you at Mararoc.'
'No, Gil. You're not coming. I'll go alone.'
Both men turned, startled at the sound of Will's voice. It was as much the conviction in his words as the words themselves that surprised them. Will, devastated with grief a few minutes ago, now had a ray of hope handed to him. And he had seized it eagerly.
'We can't weaken Evanlyn's escort any further. We all took an oath to the King to protect her,' he said. 'Of all of us, I'm the one we could spare most, so I'll go alone. Besides,' he added, 'I lost him and it's up to me to find him.'
'Don't be ridiculous!' Halt snapped. 'You're a boy!'
Will's face, dust and tear stained, set in stubborn lines as he faced his teacher, the man he respected and revered above all others. He drew breath to speak but Gilan put up a hand to stop him.
'Will, before you say anything, give us a moment here, please,' he asked. Will hesitated, seeing the stubbornness in Halt's face that matched his own. But Gilan nodded once and he agreed, withdrawing back to his position by the wadi bank.
'Halt,' said Gilan in a reasonable tone, 'let me put a hypothetical case to you. If Blaze were lost and I decided to go and find him, would you try to stop me?'
'Of cour… ' Halt began automatically. Then his sense of reason asserted itself. 'Of course not,' he amended. 'But you're a Ranger. Will is a boy.'
Gilan smiled at him. 'Haven't you noticed, Halt? He's been growing up. He's not the skinny fifteen-year-old you took under your wing any more. He's already a Ranger in all but name.'
'He's an apprentice,' Halt insisted. Gilan shook his head again, smiling at Halt.
'Do you seriously think he's not going to pass his final assessment?' he asked. 'It's a formality, and you know it. He's already more capable and skilled – and smarter – than half a dozen Rangers I could name.'
'But he's too young to… ' Halt couldn't finish the sentence. He knew that what Gilan was saying was the truth. The logical part of his brain knew that. But the emotional part wanted to protect his young apprentice and keep him safe. If Will went off alone into the desert, who knew what perils he'd be facing? Gilan put a hand on Halt's shoulder. It was a strange sensation, he thought, advising the man he respected more than any other.
'You knew the time would come when you'd have to let him go, Halt. You can't be around to protect him for the rest of his life. That's not why you've trained him to be a Ranger. You tried to do that with me, remember?'
Halt looked up sharply at that. Gilan was still smiling as he answered Halt's unasked question.
'In the last few months of my apprenticeship, you started mother-henning me something terrible,' he said. 'Remember that man-killer bear we had to track down? You tried to leave me back at Redmont under some pretext or other.'
Halt frowned, thinking hard. Had he really done that? And he had to admit that he might have. He thought now about Will and he agreed with Gilan. The boy – the youth, he corrected himself – would certainly be accepted as a fully fledged Ranger within a few months. There was nothing left for him to learn. The assessment was a formality.
'Would you trust him with your life, Halt?' Gilan interrupted and Halt looked up at him.
'Yes,' he said quietly. Gilan patted his shoulder once more.
'Then trust him with his own,' he said simply.
Chapter 22
Will selected a horse from the ten remounts travelling with their escort. He was a roan and the smallest of the Arridi horses. It was an unconscious choice and he realised afterwards that he had probably picked a smaller horse to make himself feel more at home.
'His name is Arrow,' the Arridi horsemaster told him. He smiled at the massive longbow slung over Will's shoulder. 'An appropriate choice. And a good one. You have an eye for horses.'
'Thank you,' Will said, taking the horse's bridle and giving the girth straps an experimental tug. He'd been taught never to rely on other people's judgement when it came to a horse's tack. The Arridi watched approvingly. He wasn't insulted by the action.
There were two full water skins slung over the saddle bow and a small tent and blanket rolled up and fastened behind the saddle. Will's own camping gear had disappeared into the storm with Tug. He led Arrow back to the small group of his friends, waiting to farewell him. The horse resisted at first, turning back to his own familiar comrades and whinnying. Then as Will pulled firmly on the bridle and spoke encouragingly to him, he went along obediently.
Horace shook Will's hand wordlessly, then took the horse's bridle while Will went round the group, making his farewells. Evanlyn hugged him, tears in her eyes.
'Good luck, Will,' she whispered into his ear. 'Stay safe. I know you'll find him.'
Gilan shook hands firmly, looking into his friend's eyes with a worried expression on his face.
'Find him, Will. I wish I was coming with you.'
Will shook his head. 'We've been through this already, Gilan.' He didn't elaborate on the point because he knew if Evanlyn knew he was going alone so that she would be safer, she would object fiercely. And Evanlyn objecting was not something he wanted to deal with now.
Svengal was next. He grabbed the slightly built Ranger in a typical Skandian bear hug. 'Travel safely, boy,' he said. 'Find that horse and come back to us.'
'Thanks, Svengal. Just make sure you don't waste any time setting Erak free. I'm sure he's an impatient prisoner.'
A smile touched the huge Skandian's battered face. 'We might be doing his jailers a favour when all is said and done,' he replied. Will grinned and turned, finally, to Halt.
When the moment came, there was nothing either of them could say and he embraced the grey-bearded Ranger fiercely. Finally he found his voice.
'I'll be back, Halt. With Tug.'
'Make sure you are.'
Will thought there had been a break in Halt's voice but then decided he must have been mistaken. Halt? Grim, unsmiling, unemotional Halt? Never.
He and his mentor slapped each other's back several times – the way men do when they can't find words to express their emotions. Then he stepped back as Selethen approached. The Wakir inspected the horse and the equipment slung on it and nodded approvingly. Then he held out a rolled parchment.
'This is a map of the area, marking the wells, landmarks and also the route to Mararoc.' He hesitated. He'd spent the last fifteen minutes copying his own chart and he knew what a valuable strategic document it could be in the hands of a foreigner. 'I have your word that you'll never try to reproduce this or copy it in any way?'
Will nodded. 'My solemn word,' he said. That had been the condition under which Selethen had agreed to provide him with a chart.
'You're sure you'll be able to find your direction?' Selethen asked. Will touched his jerkin to make sure his Northseeker was secured in its inner pocket. The magnetic needle was something the Arridi knew nothing about. They navigated by the stars during the night and by a complicated set of tables that related to the sun's movement, altitude and position during daylight hours at different times of the year.
'I'll be fine. Thanks, Selethen.'
The Arridi nodded. He still felt that this was an unnecessary fuss to go to over a horse. But he realised that these Araluans felt very differently about their mounts.
'Chances are your horse would have run with the wind behind him. That means he was headed a little north or north-east.' He unrolled the map and indicated the direction. 'That should take you through the Red Hills here.' He pointed to a section of hilly terrain on the chart. 'There are two wells on the other side of the hills. Horses can smell water from a great distance. If your horse caught the scent, he could be at one of these. You should reach this one by tomorrow afternoon.'