But suddenly their trail reached a level place, and in a little more of riding the trees began to thin: the forest edge gave way to open land and hills the like of the hills in the south, open grassland.
Between the last trees, under a clearing and fading sky, a rain-puddled bit of white stone, the trace of the Road; and looking up from it, toward the hills in the dusk, it was easy to see it, a line where ancient builders had sundered hill from hill, letting nothing divert it from here to the horizon.
Exhausted as they were, the horses picked up their pace somewhat on this level ground, and they grouped two and two, Bron and Chei to the fore and himself and Morgaine behind, with all the open hills before them and the sunset at their left.
"We will make it," Bron said, dropping back a moment to ride with them. "My lady, we will make it there very soon."
"Tejhos is on the road itself," Morgaine asked him, "is it not?"
"Yes," Bron said.
"We can find our way, then, from here. Go back. Take my advice."
"No," Bron said, "my lady."
"I have warned you." She shifted in the saddle. "That is all I will do."
"I know the reports of the road," Bron said. "I have never ridden it, but I know something of where it goes. I know something of the lord in Mante. I have these things to trade. Lady—"
"As far as you will." Morgaine said after a moment, and heavily. "As far as you can. I will keep my word to you."
Chei had dropped back with them. There was heavy silence as they rode.
Chei's eyes sought toward Vanye as if even then he questioned; and Vanye shrugged and looked away, denying him any help or any encouragement.
Morgaine laid her heels to Siptah and rode from between them.
"It is kindness she meant," Vanye said, and lingered a moment more to reason with them, holding Arrhan as she made to follow Siptah, reining her about again. "That is all."
Chei answered something. Vanye held steady, sweeping his eye back to a thing in the dusk beyond Chei's shoulder, a darkness that had not been on the horizon the instant before. It might have been a rock or a tree in the first blink of the eye.
But it moved. It vanished from the horizon.
Chei and Bron turned their horses about, fallen silent. "God in Heaven," Vanye murmured, and turned and rode after Morgaine. "Liyo,"he said as she turned half about. "They are behind us. Someone at least—is on the Road."
She looked, and reined back somewhat. "Ground of our choosing," she said in a low voice, and brought Siptah to a halt as Chei and Bron overtook them.
She slipped the hook on Changeling'ssheath and laid it across the saddlebow.
Chapter Ten
"I cannot see them now," Vanye said, straining his eyes against the gathering dark, holding Arrhan steady as she would stand with Morgaine's big gray chafing at the bit and stamping the ground beside her. "We have lost them out there."
"They will come to us," Morgaine said, while Bron drew his sword and Chei waited weaponless except for his knife.
"Their horses may be no more rested than ours," Bron said.
"Then again," Morgaine said, "they may be."
"This is mad," Chei cried. "There is the woods over there. We might make it."
"Again," Morgaine said, "we might not. Put away the sword."
"My lady—"
"Do as I say, Bron. Put it away."
"My lady, for our lives—listen to me. Vanye—"
"Never ride on my lady's right," Vanye said quietly. He was excruciatingly conscious of the stone at his heart, inert and harmless as it was at the moment. He had his own sword unhooked and resting across the saddlebow, as Men would parley who met under uncertain circumstances; but he did not reckon it likely that this world knew that sign of conditional peace.
"Vanye," Chei protested, riding close, "for God's sake—"
"Have done!" He whipped the sheathed sword across Chei's chest and stopped it a finger's width from his shoulder. He glared at Chei with temper flaring in him; but this time the sword was sheathed; this time he had the control to hold it, trembling, short of touching. "There will none of them live if we come to blows. Do you understand me? Not the innocent and not the purest. We cannot let them to the gate. We cannot let one escape. It is clear targets we want, range where their archers are useless and none of them can escape. Will that satisfy you?"
Chei's face was stark and wide-eyed in the twilight. Bron had frozen in place. Vanye withdrew the sword and laid it back across his saddlebow, with a second and challenging glance toward one and the other brother.
"The dark will help us," Morgaine said quietly. Vanye did not see her face. He did not want to see it. There was in his vision a boy, staring up at him from a dusty road as if death had greatly astonished him. He saw candles and a nightmare room in Ra-Morij, his brother's face all white and still.
He concentrated instead on the rolling land in front of them and on the hills about them, a constant pass of the eyes, lest the riders arrive at their flank or bring archery to bear from the hill nearest.
"I hear them," Morgaine said, and a moment later he heard them too, horses coming at considerable speed for horses long on the trail. Their own blew and shifted, and Arrhan's ribs worked less strenuously between his legs. That was the simple strategy of their position: the enemy chose to exhaust their horses overtaking on the uphill; they rested theirs by waiting.
It was a small band, ten to twenty, that crested the hill. Where are the rest of them? Vanye thought in a moment's cold panic. Then the rest poured over the hilltop, forty, eighty, a hundred and more riders sweeping out on either side of the road.
Steel rang as Bron began to draw.
"No," Morgaine said calmly. "Wait. Both of you keep constantly to Vanye's left. Do nothinguntil I tell you. I have scant patience and less charity today. Vanye—" She changed suddenly to Kurshin accents. "Do not attempt the stone. Here!"
He had reached after his bow. She flung him Changeling.He caught it one-handed across its sheath, in a rush of cold fear, first because she had thrown it; then that it was in his keeping—the one of her weapons that he knew how to use. He had only to look at the odds and know why.
"Chei!" he said, and flung his own arrhendur sword to Chei in the same fashion, as accurately caught, while a familiar panic loosened his joints.
He drew several breaths more, hoping neither man saw; hoping more that Morgaine did not. It was his besetting weakness, that set his palms sweating on Changeling'shilt and gray sheath, and his heart pounding to the hoofbeats of the oncoming riders.
Heaven save us, he thought as the line began to spread wide.
Beside him, Morgaine signaled. He reined over, and Bron and Chei took a place at equal separation in their meager line.
The centermost riders drew to a halt. The rest kept moving, a half-ring about them, still closing. Move us,he thought, for the love of Heaven, backward, forward,liyo, one or the other!
Morgaine leveled her hand toward their center, where the most of the qhalur riders were. "Halt!" a man called out, and that envelopment ceased on the instant, everything stopped, except the breathing and stamping of the horses and the leathery creak and jingle of armored riders.