They spurred through, reached the down-turning of the trail. The slope was alive with them. They clambered up on foot, dark figures in the twilight, and not all of them looked human.
Knives flashed as the horde closed with them, threatening the vulnerable legs and bellies of the horses, and they fought and spurred the horses, turning them for whatever least resistance they could find for escape. Morgaine cried out, kicked a man in the face and rode him down. Vanye drove his heels into the blacks flanks and sent the horse flying in Siptahs wake.
There was no hope in fighting. His liyo was doing the most sensible thing, laying quirt to the laboring gray, putting the big horse to the limit, even if it drove them off their chosen way; and Vanye did the same, his heart in his throat no less for the way they rode than for the pursuit behind themskidding down a rocky slope, threading the blind shadows along unknown trail and through a narrow defile in the rocks to reach the flat to Iriens west.
There, weary as their horses were, they had the advantage over the Hjemurn ponies that followed them, for the horses long legs devoured the ground, and at last pursuit seemed failing.
Then out of the west, riders appeared ahead of them, coming from the narrow crease of hills, an arc of riders that swept to enclose them, thrusting them back.
Morgaine turned yet again, charging them at their outer edge, trying to slip that arc before it cut them off from the north, refusing to be thrust back into the ambush at Irien. Siptah could hardly run now. He faltered. They were not going to make it. And here she reined in, weapon in hand, and Vanye drew the winded black in beside her, sword drawn, to guard her left.
The riders ringed them about on all sides now, and began to close inward.
The horses are done, Vanye said. Lady, I think we shall die here.
I have no intention of doing so, she said. Stay clear of me, ilin. Do not cross in front of me or even ride even with me.
And then he knew the spotted pony of one that was at the head of the others, ordering his riders to come inward; and near him there was the blaze-faced bay that he expected to see.
They were Morij riders, that ran the border by Alis Kaje, and sometimes harried even into this land when Hjemurs forces or Chyas grew restive.
He snatched at Morgaines arm, received at once an angry look, quick suspicion. Terror.
They are Morij, he pleaded with her. My clan. Nhi. Liyo, take none of their lives. My fatherhe is their lord, and he is not a forgiving man, but he is honorable. Ilins law says my crimes cannot taint you: and whatever you have done, Morija has no bloodfeud with you. Please, lady. Do not take these mens lives.
She considered; but it was sense that he argued with her, and she must know it. The horses were likely to die under them if they must go on running. There would likely be more Hjemurn forces to the north even if they should break clear now. Here was refuge, if no welcome. She lowered her weapon.
On your soul, she hissed at him. On your soul, if you lie to me in this.
That is the condition of my oath, he said, shaken, and you have known that as long as I have been with you. I would not betray you. On my soul, liyo.
The weapon went back into its place. Speak to them, she said then. And if you have not a dozen arrows in youI will be willing to go with them on your word.
He put up his sword and lifted his hands wide, prodding the exhausted black a little forward, until he was within hailing distance of the advancing riders, whose circle had never ceased to narrow.
I am ilin, he cried to them, for it was no honor to kill ilin without reckoning of his lord. I am Nhi Vanye. Nhi Paren, Paren, Lellens-sonyou know my voice.
Whose service, ilin Nhi Vanye? came back Parens voice, gruff and familiar and blessedly welcome.
Nhi Parenthese hills are full of Hjemur-folk tonight, and Leth too, most likely. In Heavens mercy, take us into your protection and we will make our appeal at Ra-morij.
Then you serve some enemy of ours, observed Nhi Paren, or you would give us an honest name.
That is so, said Vanye, but none that threatens you now. We ask shelter, Nhi Paren, and that is the Nhis right to grant or refuse, not yours, so you must send to Ra-morij.
There was a silence. Then: Take them both, came across the distance. The riders closed together. For a moment as they were closely surrounded, Vanye had the overwhelming fear that Morgaine might suddenly panic and bring death on both of them, the more so as Paren demanded the surrender of their weapons.
And then Paren had his first clear sight of Morgaine in the darkness, and exclaimed the beginning of an invocation to Heaven. The men about him made signs against evil.
I do not think that it will be comfortable for you to handle my weapons, being that your religion forbids, said Morgaine then. Lend me a cloak and I will wrap them, so that you may know that I will not use them, but I will continue to carry them. I think that we were well out of this area. Vanye spoke the truth about Hjemur.
We will go back to Alis Kaje, Paren said. And he looked at her as if he thought long about the matter of the weapons. Then he bade Vanye give her his cloak, arid watched carefully while she wrapped all her gear within the cloak and laid it across her saddlebow. Form up, he bade his men then, and though they were surrounded by riders, he put no restraint on them.
They rode knee to knee, he and Morgaine, with men all about them; and before they had ridden far, Morgaine made to pass the cloak-wrapped arms to him. He feared to take it, knowing how the Nhi would see it; and it was instant: weapons crowded them. A man of clan San, more reckless than the others, took them from him, and Vanye looked at Morgaine in distress, knowing how she would bear that.
But she was bowed over, looking hardly able to stay in the saddle. Her hand was pressed to her leg. Threads of blood leaked through her pale fingers.
Bargain us a refuge, she said to him, however you can, ilin. There is neither hearth-right nor bloodfeud I have with clan Nhi. And have them stop when it is safe. I have need to tend this.
He looked on her pale, tense face, and knew that she was frightened. He measured her strength against the jolting ride they would have up the road into Alis Kaje, and left her, forced his way through other riders to reach Nhi Paren.
No, said Paren, when he had pleaded with him. It was firm. It was unshakable. He could not blame the man, in the lands where they were. We will stop at Alis Kaje.
He rode back to her. Somehow she did keep the saddle, white-lipped and miserable. The sleet-edged wind made her flinch at times; the horses motion in the long climb and descent wrung now and then a sound from her: but she held, waiting even as they found their place to halt, until he had dismounted and reached up to help her down.
He made a place for her, and begged her medicines of the one who had her belongings. Then he looked round at the grim band of men, and at Paren, who had the decency to bid them back a distance.
He treated the wound, which was deep, as best he could manage with her medicines: his soul abhorred even to touch them, but he reasoned that her substance, whatever it was, would respond best to her own methods. She tried to tell him things: he could make little sense of them. He made a bandage of linen from the kit, and at least had slowed the bleeding, making her as comfortable as he could.
When he arose, Nhi Paren came to him, looked down at her and walked back among his men, bidding them prepare to ride.
Nhi Paren. Vanye cursed and went after him, stood among them in the dark with men on all sides already mounting. Nhi Paren, can you not delay at least until the morning? Is there such need to hurry now, with the mountains between us?