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〃We're near the frontier；〃 Nestor cautioned them all before he moved out。 〃Everybody keep their eyes open。〃
Walking thirty meters or so ahead； about at the limit of dependable visibility； Nestor led the wagon along back lanes and across fields。 Before they had gone far； they passed a gang of someone's field workers； serfs to judge by their tattered clothes； heading out with tools in hand for the day's labor。 When these folk were greeted； they answered only with small waves and nods； some refusing to respond at all。
Shortly after this encounter Nestor called a halt and held a conference。 He now admitted freely that he was lost。 He thought it possible that they might not have crossed the frontier last night after all … or that they might even have recrossed it to Duke Fraktin's side this morning。 Mark gathered that the border hereabouts was a zig…zag affair； poorly marked at best； and in places disputed or uncertain。 However that might be； all they could do now was keep trying to press on to the south。
The four people in and around the wagon squinted up through fog that appeared to be growing thicker； if anything。 They did their best to locate the sun； and at last came to a consensus of sorts on its position。
〃That way's east； then。 We'll be all right now。〃
With Nestor again walking a little ahead of the wagon； and Ben driving； they crossed a field and jolted into the wheel…ruts of another lane。 Time passed。 The murky countryside flowed by； with a visibility now of no more than about twenty meters。 Nestor was a ghostly figure； pacing at about that distance ahead of the wagon。
More time passed。 Suddenly； seeming to e from close overhead； there was a soft sound； quickly passing； as of enormous wings。 Everyone looked up。 If there had been a shadow； it had already e and gone； and no shape was revealed in the bright grayness。 Mark exchanged looks with Barbara and Ben； both of whom looked just as puzzled as he felt。 No one said anything。 Mark's impression had been of something very large in flight。 He had certainly never heard anything like it before。
Nestor； who had heard it too； called another halt and another conference。 He didn't know； either； what the flying thing might have been； and now he was ready to curse the fog； which earlier he had weled。 〃It's not right for this part of the country； this time of the year。 But we'll e out of it all right if we just keep going。〃
This time Nestor stayed with the wagon and took over the driving himself。 The others remained steadily on lookout； keeping watch in all directions as well as possible in the fog。
The lane on which they were traveling dipped down to a small river； shallow but swiftly flowing； and crossed it in a gravel ford。 Nestor drove across without pausing。 Mark supposed that this was probably another bend of the same stream that they'd just camped beside； and that this crossing might mean a new change of territory。 But no one said anything； and he suspected they were all still confused about whose lands they were in。
Slowly they groped their way ahead； through soupy mists。 The team； and the dragon as well； were nervous now。 As if； thought Mark； something more than mere fog were bothering them。
There was the river again； off to the right。 The road itself moved here in meandering curves； like a flatland stream。
Suddenly； from behind the wagon and to the left； there came the thudding； scraping； distinctive sound of riding…beasts hard footpads on a hard road。 It sounded like at least half a dozen animals； traveling together。 It had to be a cavalry patrol。
The dragon keened loudly。
〃Halt； there； the wagon！〃
From somewhere a whip had e into Nestor's hand； and he cracked it now above the loadbeasts' backs； making a sound like an ice…split tree。 The team started forward with a great leap； and came down from the leap in a full run。 So far today they had not been driven hard； and their panic had plenty of nervous energy for fuel。
〃Halt！〃
The order was ignored。 Only a moment later； the first arrows flew； aimed quite well considering conditions。 One shaft pierced the cloth cover of the wagon above Mark's head； and another split one of the wooden uprights that supported the cloth。
〃Fight 'em！〃 roared Nestor。 He had no more than that to say to his human panions； but turned his energy and his words； in a torrent of exhortation and abuse； toward his team。 The loadbeasts were running already as Mark had never known a team to run before。 Meanwhile inside the wagon a mad scramble was in progress； with Ben going for the crossbow and Mark for his own bow and quiver。 Mark saw Barbara slipping the thong of a leather sling around one finger of her right hand； and taking up an egg…shaped leaden missile。
Looking out from the left front of the wagon with bow in hand； Mark saw a mounted man swiftly materializing out of the mist。 He wore a helmet and a mail shirt； under a jerkin of white and blue； and he rode beside the racing team； raising his sword to strike at its nearest animal。 Mark quickly aimed and loosed an arrow； in the bounding confusion he couldn't be sure of the result of his own shot； but the crossbow thrummed beside him and the rider tumbled from his saddle。
The caged dragon； bounced unmercifully； screamed。 The terrified loadbeasts bounded at top speed through the fog； as if to escape the curses that Nestor volleyed at them from the driver's seat。 It seemed to Mark that missiles were sighing in from every direction； with most of them tearing through the wagon's cloth。 Someone outside the wagon kept shouting for it to halt。 Ben； in the midst of recocking his crossbow； was almost pitched out of the wagon by a horrendous bounce。
Mark saw Barbara leaning out。 Her right arm blurred； releasing a missile from her sling in an underhand arc。 One of the cavalry mounts pursuing stumbled and went down。
The patrol had first sighted the wagon across a bight of the meandering road； and in taking a short cut to head it off had encountered some difficult terrain。 This had provided the wagon with a good flying start on a fairly level stretch of road。 But now the faster riders were catching up。
〃Border's near！〃 yelled Nestor to his crew。 〃Hang on！〃
We know it's near； thought Mark； but which direction is it？ Maybe now Nestor really did know。 Mark loosed another arrow； and again he could not see where it went。 But a moment later one of the pursuing riders pulled up； as if his animal had gone lame。
Another bounce； another tilt of the wagon； bigger than any bounce and tilt before。 This one was too big。 Mark felt the tipping and the spinning； the wagon hitting the earth broadside； with one crash upon another。 He thought he saw the dragon's cage； still intact； fly past above his spinning head； all jumbled' with a stream of bedding； and a frog…crock streaming frogs。 He hit the ground； expecting to be killed or stunned； but soft earth eased the impact。
Aware of no serious injury； he rolled over in grass and sand； the ground beneath him squelching wetly。 Nearby； the wagon was on one side now； with one set of wheels spinning in the air； and