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Towser nodded and let Josua help him rise。 〃A little warmth would not go amiss； my prince。 I feel a growing cold in my bones。。。 and I don't like it。〃
〃All the better； then； to sit near the fire on a damp night。〃 He led the old jester back。
The fire had dimmed to embers and Towser's unfamiliar stars were wheeling in the sky overhead。 Josua looked up when a hand touched his shoulder。 Vorzheva had a blanket draped over her arm。
〃e； Josua； 〃she said。 〃Let us go and make our bed by the riverside。〃
He looked around at the others； all sleeping but Deornoth and Strangyeard； who talked quietly on the far side of the fire。 〃I do not think I should leave my people alone。〃
〃Leave your people？〃 she said。 There was an edge of anger in her voice； but a moment later it gave way to a quiet laugh。 She shook her head and her black hair fell across her face。 〃You will never change。 I am your wife now； do you remember that？ We have gone four nights as if our marriage had never happened because you feared pursuit by the king's soldiers and wished to be close to the others。 Do you still fear？〃
He looked up at her。 His lip curled in a smile。 〃Not tonight。〃 He rose and put his arm about her slender waist； feeling the strong muscles of her back。 〃Let us go down by the river。〃
Josua left his boots by the fire circle and together they went barefoot through the damp grass until the glow of the coals had disappeared behind them。 The murmur of the river grew louder as they made their way down to the sandy verge。 Vorzheva unfurled the blanket and sank down upon it。 Josua joined her； pulling his heavy cloak over them both。 For a while they lay in silence beside the dark Stefflod； watching the moon holding court among her stars。 Vorzheva's head rested on Josua's chest； her river…washed hair against his cheek。
〃Do not think that because our wedding was foreshortened； it meant any less to me；〃 he said finally。 〃I promise you that one day we will have our lives back as they were meant to be。 You shall be the lady of a great house； not an exile in the wilderness。〃
〃Gods of my clan！ You are a fool； Josua；〃 she said。 〃Do you think that I care what kind of house I live in？〃 She turned and kissed him； wriggling closer against his body。 〃Fool； fool； fool。〃 Her breath was hot against his face。
They spoke no more。 The stars gleamed in the sky and the river sang to them。
Deornoth awakened just after dawn to the sound of Leieth crying。 It took him a moment to realize why that seemed so strange。 It was the first sound he had heard the child make。
Even as the last shreds of dream fell away…he had stood before a great white tree whose leaves were flames…he was clawing for the hilt of his sword。 He sat up to see Duchess Gutrun holding the little girl on her lap。 Beside her； Father Strangyeard had poked his head tortoiselike from beneath his cloak； the priest's wispy red hair was dew…dampened。
〃What is it？〃 Deornoth asked。
Gutrun shook her head。 〃I don't know。 She woke me up with her crying； the poor thing。〃 The duchess tried to cradle Leieth against her breast； but the child pulled back。 She continued to cry； her eyes wide open； staring at the sky。 〃What's the matter； little one； what's the mat… ter？〃 Gutrun crooned。
Leieth tugged her hand free from the woman's embrace and tremblingly pointed toward the northern horizon。 Deornoth could see nothing but a black fist of clouds in the most distant part of the sky。 〃Is something out there？〃 he asked。
The child's cries died away to hiccoughing sobs。 She pointed again at the horizon； then turned away to huddle in Gutrun's lap； face hidden。
〃It's just a bad dream； that's all；〃 the duchess soothed。 〃There now； little one； just a bad dream。 。。。〃
Josua was suddenly standing before them； Naidel unsheathed in his hand。 The prince wore nothing but his breeches； his slender frame gleamed pallidly in the dawnlight。 〃What is it？〃 he demanded。
Deornoth pointed to the darkened horizon。 〃The child saw something there that made her cry。〃
Josua stared grimly。 〃We who saw Naglimund's last days would do well to pay attention。 That is an ugly knot of stormclouds。〃 He looked around at the wet grasslands。 〃We are all tired；〃 he said； 〃but we must make a faster pace。 I do not like the look of that storm any more than did the child。 I doubt we will find any shelter on these open plains until we reach Geloe's Stone of Farewell。〃 He turned and shouted to Isorn and the others； who were just waking up。 〃Saddle up。 We will break our fast as we travel。 e； there is no longer such a thing as a simple storm。 If I can help it； we will not be caught by this one。〃
The river valley continued to deepen。 The vegetation began to grow thicker and more lush； the sparse meadowland now broken by freestanding groves of birches and alders； as well as thickets of strange trees with silvery leaves and slim trunks deep…furred in moss。
The prince's party had little time to admire this new greenery。 They rode at a fierce pace all day； stopping only for a brief rest in afternoon； then continuing on until long after the sun had dropped behind the horizon and twilight had sapped the brightest colors from the land。 The threatening stormclouds now obscured much of the northern sky。
As the rest made a circle of scones and built a healthy blaze…firewood was now m broad supply…Deornoth and Isorn took the horses down to the river。
〃At least we are no longer on foot；〃 Isorn said； uncinching the buckle on a set of saddlebags； which slid to the grass with a soft thump。 〃That is something worth thanking Aedon's goodness for。〃
〃True。〃 Deornoth patted Vildalix。 The drops of perspiration on the horse's neck had already chilled m the evening breeze。 Deornoth rubbed him dry with a saddle blanket before moving on to Josua's horse； Vinyafod。 〃We have precious little else to be thankful for。〃
〃We are alive；〃 Isorn said reprovingly； his wide face serious。 〃My wife and children are alive and safe with Tonnrud in Skoggey； and I am here to protect my mother。〃 He pointedly avoided mentioning his father Isgrimnur； from whom there had been no word since the duke had left Naglimund。
Deornoth said nothing； understanding the worry Isorn must feel。 He knew well the love his Rimmersman friend felt for the duke。 In a way； he envied Isorn； and wished his feelings for his own father could be so admirable。 Deornoth was unable to fulfill God's mand for sons to honor their sires。 Despite his knightly ideals； he had never been able to feel anything but the most grudging respect and no love whatsoever for the pinch…souled old tyrant who had made Deornoth's boyhood a misery。
〃Isorn；〃 he said at last； considering； 〃someday； when things are as they were before…before all this happened…and we are telling our grandchildren about it； what will we say？〃 The breeze blew harder； making the willow branches slap together。
His friend did not respond。 After a moment； Deornoth stood up and looked across Vinyafod's back to where Isorn stood a few ells away； holding the horses' reins as they drank from the river。 The Rimmersman was only a faint silhouette against the purple…