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nch； dodging sudden trees； not slacking pace at all； until at last Dave became aware that the wolves were no longer chasing them。
The twisting half…trail they followed became rougher； forcing them to slow； and then it was merely an illusion； not really a path。 The three of them stopped； breathing with harsh effort amid the lengthening shadows of trees。
No one spoke。 Levon's face； Dave saw； was like stone again； but not as before。 This he recognized： not the steadfastness of resolution； but a rigid control locking the muscles； the heart； against the pain inside。 You held it in； Dave thought； had always thought。 It didn't belong to anyone else。 He couldn't look at Levon's face very long； though； it twisted him somehow； on top of everything else。
Turning to Tore； he saw something different。 〃You're bleeding；〃 he said； looking at the blood welling from the dark man's thigh。 〃Get down； let's have a look。〃
He； of course； hadn't a clue what to do。 It was Levon； glad of the need for action； who tore his sleeping roll into strips and made a tourniquet for the wound； which was messy but； after cleaning； could be seen to be shallow。
By the time Levon finished； it was dark； and they had all been deeply conscious for some moments of something pulsing in the woods around them。 Nor was there anything remotely vague about it： what they sensed was anger； and it could be heard in the sound of the leaves； felt in the vibrations of the earth beneath their feet。 They were in Pendaran； and men； and the Wood did not forgive。
〃We can't stay here！〃 Tore said abruptly。 It sounded loud in the dark； for the first time； Dave heard strain in his voice。
〃Can you walk？〃 Levon asked。
〃I will；〃 said Tore grimly。 〃I would rather be on my feet and moving when we meet whatever is sent for us。〃 The leaves were louder now； and there seemed…or was that imagination？…to be a rhythm to their sound。
〃We will leave the horses； then；〃 Levon said。 〃They will be all right。 I agree with you…I don't think we can lie down tonight。 We will walk south； until we meet what…〃
〃Until we're out！〃 Dave said strongly。 〃e on； both of you。 Levon； you said before； this place isn't evil。〃
〃It doesn't have to be； to kill us；〃 said Tore。 〃Listen。〃 It was not imagination； there was a pattern to the sound of the leaves。
〃Would you prefer；〃 Dave snapped； 〃to go back and try to make nice to the wolves？〃
〃He's right； Tore；〃 Levon said。 In the dark； only his long yellow hair could be seen。 Tore； in black； was almost invisible。 〃And Davor；〃 Levon went on； in a different voice； 〃you wove something very bright back there。 I don't think any man in the tribe could have forced that opening。 Whatever happens after； you saved our lives then。〃
〃I just swung the thing；〃 Dave muttered。 At which Tore； astonishingly； laughed aloud。 For a moment the listening trees were stilled。 No mortal had laughed in Pendaran for a millennium。 〃You are；〃 said Tore dan Sorcha； 〃as bad as me； as bad as him。 Not one of us can deal with praise。 Is your face red right now； my friend？〃
Of course it was； for God's sake。 〃What do you think？〃 he mumbled。 Then； feeling the ridiculousness of it； hearing Levon's snort of amusement； Dave felt something let go inside； tension； fear； grief； all of them； and he laughed with his friends in the Wood where no man went。
It lasted for some time； they were all young； had fought their first battle； seen rades slaughtered beside them。 There was a cutting edge of hysteria to the moment。
Levon took them past it。 〃Tore is right；〃 he said finally。 〃We are alike。 In this； and in other ways。 Before we leave this place； there is a thing I want to do。 Friends of mine have died today。 It would be good to have two new brothers。 Will you mingle blood with me？〃
〃I have no brothers；〃 Tore said softly。 〃It would be good。〃
Dave's heart was racing。 〃For sure；〃 he said。
And so the ritual was enacted in the Wood。 Tore made the incisions with his blade and they touched their wrists； each to each； in the dark。 No one spoke。 After； Levon made bandages； then they freed the horses； took their gear and weapons； and set forth together south through the forest； Tore leading； Levon last； Dave between his brothers。
As it happened； they had done more than they knew。 They had been watched； and Pendaran understood these things； bindings wrought of blood。 It did not assuage the anger or the hate； for she was forever lost who should never have died； but though these three had still to be slain； they could be spared madness before the end。 So it was decided as they walked； oblivious to the meaning of the whispering around them； wrapped in it； though； as in a net of sound。
For Tore； nothing had ever been so difficult or shaken him so deeply as that progression。 Over and above the horrors of the slaughter by Adein； the deep terror of being in Pendaran； there was another thing for him： he was a night mover； a woods person； this was his milieu； and all he had to do was lead his panions south。
Yet he could not。
Roots appeared； inexplicably； for him to stumble over； fallen branches blocked paths； other trails simply ended without apparent cause。 Once； he almost fell。
South； that's all！ he snarled to himself； oblivious in his concentration to the aching of his leg。 It was no good； though…every trail that seemed to hold promise soon turned； against all sense or reason； to the west。 Are the trees moving？ he asked himself once； and pulled sharply away from the implications of that。 Or am I just being incredibly stupid？
For whichever cause； supernatural or psychological； after a little while it was clear to him that hard as he might try…cutting right through a thicket once…to keep them on the eastern edges of the Great Wood； they were being drawn； slowly； very patiently； but quite inescapably； westward into the heart of the forest。
It was not； of course； his fault at all。 None of what happened was。 Pendaran had had a thousand years to shape the paths and patterns of its response to intrusions such as theirs。
It is well； the trees whispered to the spirits of the Wood。
Very well； the deiena replied。
Leaves； leaves； Tore heard。 Leaves and wind。
For Dave that night walk was very different。 He was not of Fionavar； knew no legends of the Wood to appal； beyond the story Levon had told the day before； and that was more sorrowful than frightening。 With Tore before and Levon behind； he felt quite certain that they were going as they should。 He was blissfully unaware of Tore's desperate maneuverings ahead of him； and after a time he grew accustomed to； even sedated by； the murmurings all around them。
So sedated； that he had been walking alone； due west； for about ten minutes before he realized it。
〃Tore！〃 he cried； as sudden fear swept over him。 〃Levon！〃 There was； of course； no reply。 He was utterly alone in Pendaran Wood at night。
Chapter 14
Had it been any other night； they would have died。
Not badly； for the forest would do this much honor to their exchange of blood； but their deaths had been quite certain from the moment they had ridden past haunted Lle