Wynn grew relieved. These had to be the border guard that A"drin had mentioned. At least as a sage, she might ask for escort.
The leader reined in his tall russet mare directly in front of the wagon"s horses.
"Veasg"r-illeach," Wynn said, greeting him.
His stern expression relaxed as he quizzically raised a thin, slanted eyebrow. Wynn noticed a silver ash-leaf brooch on his sash, though the other two didn"t wear one. He nodded and his thin lips parted, but a reply never came.
His gaze fixed on Shade, and he sucked in a hissing breath. Horror flattened his features just before they wrinkled in anger.
"Valhachkasej"!" he spat at her.
Wynn tensed at the foul utterance Leesil had often used. She"d even picked up his bad habit, but she"d never heard it aimed at her. Before she could speak, the leader reached over his left shoulder and pinched the notched end of an arrow in his quiver.
"Pull the wagon back, woman!" he commanded in Elvish.
"What? I don"t-" Wynn started.
"Now . . . despoiler!"
"Blessed Byn, what is the problem?" Ore-Locks growled from the wagon"s back.
Wynn heard further rustling behind her but didn"t take her eyes off the patrol"s leader. Her wagon wasn"t even onto the plain yet, and he wanted her to retreat?
"I don"t understand," she finished in Elvish. "Why can"t-"
The leader"s hand flashed down across his face.
Wynn heard a crack close beside her, and Shade erupted into loud snarls. An arrow shaft vibrated between them, its head buried in the wood near her thigh.
"Force her down!" the leader shouted.
The other patrollers lowered blunt lances, and Wynn"s breath caught as they kicked their mounts into a lunge. One lance slipped between her and Shade, separating them before she could move. Shade snapped it in her jaws as the rider tried to sweep it toward Wynn.
Wynn exhaled, "Oh, seven h.e.l.ls!"
This wasn"t about her; it was about Shade.
"I can explain," she called, forgetfully slipping into Numanese. "Just let me-"
The other lance struck her shoulder.
Wynn tumbled off the wagon"s side, slamming down beside it. She"d barely rolled over when she heard the canvas snap. Over the thud of two feet, she heard a rasping hiss.
Chane stood over her, gloved and cloaked, his face obscured by the leather mask and darkened gla.s.ses. She could only imagine what he looked like to the elven patrollers.
"No," Wynn groaned, "ah no!"
Chane heard Wynn speaking with someone but could not understand either of them. It was likely Elvish, as he had heard Wynn speak in the strange, lyrical lilt a few times. Though not dormant, he was groggy and barely aware. He had not taken a dose of the potion for several nights, and the last one was beginning to wear off.
His awareness increased when Ore-Locks had grumbled, "Blessed Byn, what is the problem?"
Wynn shouted something more, and then a crack of wood cut her off.
Chane heard-felt-it through the wagon"s frame. Something had struck the bench above his head. When Shade snarled, Chane frantically groped for his mask and gla.s.ses.
"A"Jeann a-sheos e!" shouted an angry, lilting voice.
"Oh, seven h.e.l.ls!" Wynn said breathily.
More shouts and scuffling hooves built as Chane ripped away the canvas. He vaulted the wagon"s side, nearly landing atop Wynn. She was curled on the ground, holding her shoulder, and he jerked out both swords.
Three elven riders blocked the wagon"s path. An arrow was stuck in the wagon"s bench. Shade snarled and snapped at the trio.
This was all Chane needed to know.
"No . . . ah no!" Wynn whispered.
He did not look down, and rasped out one word: "Shade!"
Chane vaulted over Wynn as Shade leaped, her paws touching twice along a thick, protruding lance.
The instant Chane jumped over Wynn, she scrambled up the wagon"s side, but Shade had already charged, as well. The dog bounded off the lance and rammed headlong into the patrol"s leader. Both tumbled off the flanks of the panicked, rearing horse. Then Ore-Locks rolled out of the wagon"s back, bleary-eyed.
"All of you! Stop this!" Wynn shouted. "ean brtva"na!"
The first lunging rider swept his lance across the bench and at her head.
Wynn ducked, and then someone grabbed the back of her cloak. She spun as she was slung around and barely caught herself on the wagon"s rear wheel.
"Get back, and stay there!" Ore-Locks ordered.
A rider wheeled his mount around the wagon.
"Behind you!" Wynn shouted.
Ore-Locks twisted back as the lance"s blunt tip came straight at his head. He slapped it aside, but the rider"s horse barreled straight into him. Wynn"s mouth gaped, and she lurched off the wagon"s wheel, reflexively trying to reach for him. But Ore-Locks didn"t go down.
The hulkish dwarf"s heavy boots skidded across the packed earth and stones under the horse"s momentum. Then they caught, and he rooted.
Ore-Locks"s thick arms wrapped around the horse"s shoulders, and he grabbed the saddle"s girth on both sides. The rider dropped his lance and reached over his shoulder for his sword"s hilt. Before Wynn shouted another warning, Ore-Locks heaved.
The rider went slack-mouthed as his mount"s front hooves left the ground.
Ore-Locks let out a guttural growl through clenched teeth. He wrenched sideways on the saddle"s girth. Rider and horse began to topple, and then both tumbled off the road in a crackle of branches and brush.
"Stay down, you yiann-bill!" Ore-Locks shouted as his opponent thrashed in the tangle.
A clang of steel jerked Wynn"s attention ahead. The third rider had dismounted, sword in hand, and was trying to drive Chane out of the plain"s gra.s.s and toward the wagon. He was holding Chane at bay, at least, and Shade . . .
Wynn ran past Ore-Locks before he could grab her.
Shade had forced the patrol leader along the road into the plain. The man held out his sword, still sheathed, fending her off. Wynn saw only one way to end this quickly.
"Chane, no blood!" she shouted.
He ignored her and sidestepped, trying to get around to his opponent. The elven patroller shifted the other way, never taking his eyes off Chane, but he stalled at the sight of Wynn and exposed his side. It was a terrible mistake, and the only thing Wynn could hope for in a panicked moment.
Wynn ran headlong, ducking at the last instant as the patroller raised his sword.
"Wynn!" Chane rasped.
Wynn"s small shoulder rammed into the elf"s side. She tumbled more than rolled through the tall gra.s.s, and she kept tumbling blindly to get out of reach. When she regained her feet, her shoulder ached even more, and she wavered a little.
The elf rose out of the gra.s.s with his long, delicately curved sword in hand.
"Back off, Chane," Wynn called, and turned to face his opponent. "No blood! Na-fuil!"
The elf hesitated. Before he changed his mind, she spun and ran for Shade.
The leader stood three paces off, shifting at each of Shade"s snapping lunges as she tried to find an opening. He gave her none and held his ground, though his sword was now out of its sheath.
Apparently, any tradition against spilling blood went only so far here when they thought a human had taken a majay-h. But the leader held his blade at guard rather than readied to strike.
The patrollers appeared to think Wynn had stolen a sacred majay-h from their forest. But if they"d stopped to think about the obvious, she might have had a moment to explain. She was entering, rather than leaving, their lands.
"Shade, stop it!" Wynn shouted, resisting the urge to grab the dog, and she looked to the leader. "I"m no despoiler-na-re-upr! I didn"t steal the majay-h. She came for me . . . a"cheva riam-"
"I understand you, woman," the leader returned in clear Numanese.
Shade broke off her attack, circling back and rounding closely against Wynn"s legs. The leader stared at her for a few seconds, and then raised his voice.
"Na-brt-a"greim iche tg!"
Wynn glanced back as he ordered his men to hold their positions.
There was Chane right behind her, his back to hers. He had his shorter blade in his left hand, point down, with the dwarven sword at the ready in the other. His opponent stood beyond sword"s reach, looking to his superior.
Back near the wagon, Ore-Locks stood in the brush, staring down, with one large fist clenched. Wynn could only a.s.sume he had the third patroller pinned under his foot.
This was a mess, and one she should"ve foreseen. She"d seen how the an"Cran had first reacted to Chap traveling among humans. Here, by what little she knew, majay-h didn"t mingle among the Lhoin"na as they did among the an"Cran, let alone outside their lands.
Wynn reached back to touch Chane"s elbow. "It"s all right. I can . . ."
Her voice failed when she felt the shudder in his arm, and he did not stop shaking at her touch.
"Chane?"
She glanced back again, and then lifted her gaze briefly.
In the west behind her, the sun had barely dropped into the treetops beyond the wagon. Chane"s outer protection obviously wasn"t enough for him to last much longer.
Wynn turned and grabbed his arm.
"Get in the wagon, quick," she whispered in Belaskian, so no one else would understand. "I can handle this, and-"
"No!" he rasped, though it came out grating under strain.
"Don"t be an idiot." She jerked on his arm, though she couldn"t pull it down. "Shade and Ore-Locks are here. Just do it, before this gets any worse and someone gets suspicious."
He stood there until she pulled on his arm again.
Chane half turned, lowering his head, but all Wynn saw was a featureless leather mask and dark, round lenses. He finally pulled away, slowly and widely sidestepping around his opponent.
Wynn turned back to the leader, not knowing how to explain Chane"s disturbing appearance, so she didn"t try.
"Look at me," she said, brushing a hand down her short robe. "I am a sage, come from Calm Seatt to deliver an official communication from my Premin Council to that of your branch. So either please escort me to the city . . . or get out of my way."
Shade stepped forward, growling at the patrol leader. He didn"t even flinch, but as he looked at her, his brow wrinkled in confusion. A majay-h, far from where it should be, was ready to turn on him for the sake of a human.
This was the last way Wynn could"ve ever wished to enter Lhoin"na lands for the first time.
Chane lay alone beneath the canvas in the wagon"s back, listening. He heard the clop of horses to the left and the right, and he knew the patrol was still present as the wagon rolled along. But he could also hear his companions.
Ore-Locks whispered, "Why did they bother inspecting our horses for wounds before letting us onto the plain?"
"I don"t know," Wynn answered.
Neither did Chane. He still puzzled over Wynn"s instruction that no blood be spilled in this place.
"Wait!" Wynn whispered excitedly. "Stop the wagon."
The wagon lurched to a halt.
"What"s wrong?" Ore-Locks asked.
"Look at all of this," Wynn breathed.
Chane frowned. This was no time for her to be taking in the view.
"Just flowers," Ore-Locks scoffed. "Strange enough, but nothing to-"
"Not just wildflowers," Wynn answered. "They"re anasgiah, a sacred-"
"What did you say?" interrupted a third voice.
The strange accent and blunt tone marked it as the patrol leader, the one who had finally introduced himself as Althahk.
"The flowers," Wynn answered. "Why do you have anasgiah planted all over here?"