But now everything was changed. Two "shadow" worlds had combined. Mountains had shifted position. Some had risen and others fallen as the two worlds merged into one. The old maps, the old escape plans, were all but useless.
Still, we have to try, Talon considered.
Talon s mother and brothers carried food, bundled in blankets. But there were no spare clothes for winter, no food to last them even through a week. Still the refugees trudged through the fields, heading north.
But why? Talon wondered. There was no escape that way.
At midmorning, the Emir Tuul Ra called a halt in a huge meadow. A stream ran through it, and willows sprouted along its banks, so that some could stand in the shade.
Soldiers guarded the bank, lest any wyrmlings be hiding in the trees.
A young man of this world named Alun had been trudging beside Talon all day. Alun was the Master of the Hounds at Caer Luciare. He had but fourteen war dogs left to his credit, and on this morning he let them run. The dogs wagged their stubby tails and raced about in the fields, startling yellow butterflies and winged grasshoppers into flight, woofing at all of the excitement. In their lacquered armor and spiked collars, they looked fierce.
Now Alun sent some dogs east to scout for scents in the brushy thickets along the creek, and others to the west. If a wyrmling hid there, the dogs barking would give ample warning.
After a brief halt, Talon spotted the Wizard Sisel, Daylan Hammer, and the Emir Tuul Ra off from the main body of the company. The emir s daughter, Siyaddah, a dark-skinned girl with a doe s soft eyes, was talking to her father.
Talon could not help but notice that Alun was gazing at her longingly.
Alun was not a huge man. He was a gangrel, thin in the ribs with a misshapen nose, spindly arms, and oversized hands.
Talon had hardly noticed him before. She had been born to the warrior caste, and so he, a mere slave, had not merited attention.
But now that the worlds had merged, a part of Talon suddenly recognized that he was another human being, a person who by birthright should have been treasured and treated with honor. She tried to imagine what his life was like.
Until recently, he had lived a life of hopelessness, never dreaming that he might be allowed to bear children. He had not even hoped that he would be free to buy a home, or to marry.
I was born with riches, Talon thought, but Alun had to work for what little he s got.
Only recently had he been accepted into the warrior clan, and rumor said that he had fought like a badger when the clans took the wyrmling fortress at Cantular.
I should give him his due, Talon decided.
"Why don t you go speak to her?" Talon asked.
"Oh," he said, "she wouldn t go for the likes of me."
"Don t underestimate yourself," Talon said. "Siyaddah has a way of seeing through people, gauging their worth. You fought against wyrmlings yesterday, and you acquitted yourself well. Surely saying hello to her would require less courage."
Alun just looked at Talon helplessly, as if she had asked too much of him.
Suddenly Daylan waved into the air, and Talon s foster sister Rhianna came swooping to the ground in front of him, her bright magical wings flashing like rubies in the morning sun. She landed with a jar. Rhianna spoke to Daylan and the emir.
She d been scouting the trail from the sky, using the wings that she had won last night by defeating a Knight Eternal in single combat.
Rhianna was pretty in her way. She had cinnamon-colored hair and eyes more fiercely blue than any rain-washed sky. Her red hair nearly matched the color of her wings. The tunic and pants that she wore were made of doeskin, the hue of summer fields. But right now her face looked wan and careworn.
She did not have Talon s great size or blunt features.
Talon whispered to Alun, "Come with me. Now s your chance."
Talon went to hear Rhianna s report, while Alun followed in a nervous daze, but before Talon reached the spot, Rhianna rose up from the ground and flew east, flapping furiously.
Talon reached the party, and Alun stood beside Siyaddah shyly, as if wondering what to say. After a moment, he mumbled a greeting, and Siyaddah answered more boldly.
Talon left the two to their own conversation, and asked Daylan. "Where is Rhianna going?"
"To warn the small folk of the world," Daylan replied. "If we can get them to unite against the wyrmlings, we might stand a chance."
"She ll never reach help in time," Talon said. "The wyrmlings will be on our trail by nightfall."
"There are trails that the wyrmlings cannot follow," Daylan said mysteriously, and went trundling away.
The emir stood watching Rhianna fly off, and then turned to Talon and asked, "Tholna, is it not-daughter of Aaath Ulber?"
"I go by the name Talon, now."
The emir smiled at that, an odd smile full of concern. "Why go by that name?"
Talon had to think before answering. The emir came near, standing just a bit above her. He was not tall. He did not tower above her. Yet his presence was imposing. He was a legend among her people, one of the great heroes of all time. Frequently he had led raids against the wyrmling harvesters that hunted her people, or had raided wyrmling supply trains or destroyed enemy outposts. In his youth, he had led the last of his people on a daring assault on Rugassa itself-and had returned wounded and beaten, the sole survivor.
Most important, Talon s own father, Aaath Ulber, credited the emir with saving his life in two separate raids.
So he was a legend, and Talon felt both honored and intimidated by his presence. By training, Talon s shadow self Tholna had been raised to hope to wed such a man, to bear him warrior sons. The hope had been drilled into her from the time she was born, and she found herself excited to be near him.
Or maybe, she thought, it is just his animal magnetism that excites me.
The emir was handsome. His dark hair was cropped short and brushed back. His eyes were a brown so deep that they were almost black, and they had a fire in them that smoldered.
So Talon found that she struggled for words as she tried to frame an answer to his question. "I suppose that I wish to be called Talon because… I am not at all like the Tholna that my friends knew."
The emir seemed intrigued. "Interesting. And how have you changed, my little Talon?"
Talon had never spoken to the emir, not above a casual greeting when she had met him while in the company of her father.
"I… Tholna was a nothing. She was a breeder, meant only to bear sons to some warrior. Talon is a warrior."
The emir smiled, obviously amused. "There are women warriors among the small folk?"
"It is not common," Talon admitted, "but among the Runelords, a person s gender does not matter much. Forcibles tend to be great equalizers. Besides, my father was the king s personal bodyguard, and at times we were in great danger, so he taught me everything that he knew."
The emir nodded appreciatively at that. "The better to protect you. Very well, I shall call you Talon from now on. What does the name mean, in the tongue of the small folk?"
"It is a claw, like that found on a hawk," Talon said.
"Interesting," the emir said. "Do you know what the name Tholna means?"
Tholna was a common name among girls. "It is an ancient weapon, I ve heard."
"Not so ancient. It was often used in Dalharristan, when I was a lad. It had a handle that one could grasp in the hand, with two long hooks attached to it-hooks that protruded on either side of the middle finger. Thus, in ancient Dalharristan, the weapon was called a talon.
"It is odd, don t you think," the emir continued, "that your father would give you the same name on both worlds? It makes me wonder how many other similarities there might be."
The news was indeed intriguing. Talon had been trained in many weapons, but had never even seen a tholna. "Why would I want to pull a foe in close, where he might strike within my kill zone?"