The dark elf looked at Jenna, his expression one of calculated boredom. "So then you have to get another servant girl. That shouldn't be hard."
She glared back at him. "I told you, she is the granddaughter of an old friend. I will not let her die here. Now you tell me: What did you mean when you talked about her making a pebble glow?" she demanded.
He shrugged. "Nothing. It was just my imagination, a trick of the moon as I approached your camp."
Jenna snorted skeptically but turned back to their objective. Dalamar stroked his smooth chin thoughtfully. Perhaps she didn't know as much about the girl as he had been led to believe. Interesting…
"All right," he said. "We'll do this your way. With subtlety." He murmured a word of magic and vanished from sight, utterly invisible; a moment later, she did the same. "I'll go to the left, and you take the right. Whoever finds the girl, send up a green flare. If you get into trouble send up a red one."
"Very well," she replied.
He saw the waving of underbrush as the Red Robe moved away from him, and moments later he, too, embarked in the opposite direction. Comfortable within his spell of invisibility, he used his natural elven stealth to slip silently through the woods, slowing making his way around the periphery of the camp.
Jenna, apparently, lacked some of his stealthy skills. At least that was his conclusion when he heard a loud jangling of bells, and shouts of alarm from the bandit camp. He ducked instinctively as several guards-posted in the woods-rushed past him. Then he shook his head at his own skittishness. He was invisible, by the black moon! Why was he hiding from a couple of bumbling thugs?
Pushing his way to the edge of the clearing, he saw sparks and flares across the way. Jenna was drawing a lot of attention to herself, this time on purpose, so he deduced she hadn't yet found the girl. As the dark elf scanned the compound, he spotted Coryn, lashed to the wheel of a small wagon, peering around the cart as much as her bonds would let her, anxiously watching Jenna's pyrotechnics.
Dalamar strode into the clearing, passed several bandits who were hastily buckling on their sword belts, and ducking out of the path of several more who were running toward the noise. None of them saw him, of course.
Nor did Coryn, as he drew close. He leaned toward her cheek, mindful of her reaction, and whispered: "Don't be frightened-it's me, Dalamar."
Naturally she was startled, but she impressed him by her restrained reaction. "I'm glad you're here," she whispered. "Is that Jenna over there? Is she in trouble?"
"She can take care of herself. Now, hold still." He reached out, felt for the knots, and in seconds her hands were free. A group of four bandits was rushing past as he knelt at her feet, ready to work on those bonds. Still confident in his invisibility, he merely held still so that his actions would not draw attention from the passing outlaws.
To his surprise, one of the men turned right toward him and lunged, sword pointing right at the elf's unprotected back. Dalamar couldn't imagine how the man had noticed him, but as he dodged, he was desperately aware that he was reacting too late.
"Braacius!" shouted Coryn, pointing at the lunging bandit.
A magic missile sparked from her finger and hissed into the attacker's face, drawing a scream of pain and sending him tumbling back. She repeated the command three more times, sending identical bolts at the fellow's trio of companions. Two of them were down, moaning, while the other two limped away, howling in pain.
"Nice," Dalamar admitted, standing up with a tight smile. "I don't know how he saw me."
"Their captain gave some of them a type of potion," Coryn admitted, breaking free from the last bonds. "So they could see my rescuers, if you came invisibly."
"Hum. And the magic missiles?"
"Oh, I learned how to do that by watching Jenna, a few hours ago," she admitted, looking around in growing alarm. "Now, shouldn't we be getting out of here?"
"Indeed we should," the dark elf agreed. "Allow me to teach you a haste spell."
Chapter 12
Moons over the Night
We're going to have to get the mules across this valley," Jenna announced matter-of-factly, as if she were declaring that they were going to have to put the cat outside before they turned in for the night.
Staring at the "valley," Coryn was dumbfounded. It looked like more of a gorge or canyon to the girl, from their vantage point at the top of a precipice some two hundred feet from the floor. The rocky face plunged straight down before them and extended as far as they could see to the right and left. They had been following this rim for most of the four days since the trio had left the bandit camp. The opposite rim remained only a stone's throw away, but might as well have been across an ocean, considering the obstacles.
No doubt, Jenna had some ideas. The Red Robe had seemed even more blunt and purposeful than usual, following the trio's retreat from the bandit camp. She had indeed tripped over the alert mechanism, the faerie bells, but had easily and noisily defended herself as sentries closed in, keeping them occupied until Dalamar and Coryn could get away-their exhilarating speed bolstered by a magical haste spell. Still, the experience had been plenty harrowing, though Coryn was relieved that none of them had suffered any real harm.
The three of them, the mules plodding stolidly along behind, had pushed through the immense forest for hour after hour, and day after day. They had encountered the canyon, which seemed to surprise both Jenna and Dalamar-though it had clearly been a fixture here for ages. Still, Coryn got the idea that both of them had expected to reach some place called "Wayreth Forest," but that instead they remained disoriented, wandering around the eastern realms of Qualinesti. One forest had begun to look pretty much like another to the girl, and in fact, she found it ironic how, just a few months earlier, she had longed to see a great expanse of trees. Now she would give up her next day's food for so much as a glimpse of a broad meadow, dusty plain, or even barren tundra. But every step simply took them through more trees.
During this part of the trek she found Dalamar to be a much more engaging companion than the red-robed enchantress. She enjoyed a small sense of conspiracy with him-he had encouraged her to keep secret the fact that she had cast a magic missile spell in the bandit camp, and Coryn had willingly agreed, suspecting that his pride was hurt, since she, after all, had saved him from a sword in the back. She had told him about Captain Samuval, and been surprised when he recognized the name. "He used to be a well-known captain of knights," the elf had explained. "Ironic to think that he is now lord of a bandit horde. And proof, I should say, of how hard times are across the world right now."
Their often whispered conversations opened up new worlds, fresh ideas, for the girl, and had helped to pass the time as they moved along the seemingly impassable barrier of the canyon.
"How will we ever get the mules over there?" the girl asked Jenna, pointing across the gap.
"Well, for starters, we'll push them off this cliff. Let them float down."
She was serious, Coryn saw-not that Jenna was inclined to joke.
"The featherfall spell," Dalamar guessed, looking at Jenna. "I noticed you were reading up on it, last night."
"Yes. I read it three times-one for each mule. I myself will fly across." She looked at Coryn. "I trust you can find your own way down."
"All right." The girl frowned. During the past few days she had seen many ravines and gullies that she could have followed, carefully, down into the canyon-though no track that would have allowed the mules to descend.