Alanna watched Alex stretch as she did so herself, excitement running through her veins. She had always wondered if she was as good as her dark friend. Now she would find out.
Their stretching finished, they saluted each other with the practice swords. Without warning Alex struck, his hand flashing in a complex overhand pa.s.s that brought his blade within inches of Alanna"s unguarded face. Only a quick backward leap saved her. She circled, watching Alex"s chest. With all but the best fighters, muscle movements in the chest often betrayed the direction of the next attack-except Alex was one of the best. Like Duke Gareth, who fought without signals, Alex moved without warning. He swept his sword up and under; the blow would have ripped Alanna open from abdomen to chest if they had been using real swords. She lunged back once more, but not quickly enough. The tip of Alex"s sword sliced up her thigh, tearing her hose and gouging a deep scratch in her leg.
"Hey, Alex!" she protested. "Be careful!" The knight did not answer. His dark face was emotionless, his eyes unreadable. Alanna faded back, then lunged to the side and the front, coming at him in a straightforward strike. Alex met her: their swordhilts locked. Body-to-body, Duke Gareth called it, and it rarely happened. For someone as small as Alanna it meant real trouble. Alex strained, forcing his weight down, trying to make her fall to her knees. Alanna broke away and came back instantly, knocking his blade aside. The flat of her sword struck Alex hard on the cheekbone, and she stepped back, feeling ashamed. It was disgraceful to let her temper get away with her as she just had.
"Alex, I"m sorry," she said ruefully, looking at the welt spreading across his dark skin. "Do you-"
Alex brought up his sword again, smiling slightly. His dark eyes glittered with something she couldn"t name. He whispered, "Guard."
Alanna was suddenly tired of this game. Determined to end the match one way or another, she lunged in. Alex locked with her again and knocked her to the floor.
Alanna rolled. Alex"s sword-point struck the floor an inch away from her head, taking a chip out of the hard wood. She glimpsed his face, and what she saw frightened her. His eyes were bright; the smile on his lips was suddenly nasty. She jumped up as he came at her again, but she wasn"t quick enough. The flat of his blade smacked against her ribs, making her gasp for air. She swung at his side and connected hard, making him wince with pain.
This time she put her sword down. "I want to stop," she told him. "Something"s wrong!"
She got her sword up just in time as he struck. Their blades met, and sparks flew. Alanna disengaged and got away.
Sweat trickled into her eyes; she shook her head to clear them. This was insane! He acted as if he really wanted to kill her; with a dull practice sword death would be very painful.
Alex closed in, unstoppable. He brought his sword up and over his head, coming down hard. Alanna dodged aside just in time; the blunt edge struck her collarbone rather than her skull. Bone cracked in her shoulder as she fell to her knees with a cry of pain. Helplessly she watched the sword swing up and down, unable to stop its slicing toward her throat. She closed her eyes. If he hit her in the neck, he would break it, and there was nothing she could do.
"Very interesting, Alex."
Miraculously, Alex dropped his blade and turned. Myles stood just inside the door, Faithful at his feet. "You"ve certainly proved you"re better than Alan. Of course, you are four years older, and you have several battles to your credit." The older knight"s words whipped through the air like a lash. "However, I think you two have played "Best Warrior" long enough. Or didn"t you realize you had injured Alan?"
Alex turned to Alanna. The nasty smile was replaced by concern. "Alan, I didn"t-here, let me help you up-"
"Don"t touch me!" Alanna cried as he reached for her. She quickly added, "Please, Alex-it"s my collarbone. I think it"s broken."
Alex knelt beside her, his face tense. "Alan, I"ll never forgive myself-"
She smiled tightly, beginning to feel sick. "It"s all right. We just got a little carried away. With my Gift I"ll be fine in a couple of days."
Alex looked at Myles. "Sir Myles, I didn"t-"
"The Provost is looking for you," Myles replied, his sharp eyes never leaving Alex"s face. "I believe he has a border patrol ready. It must have been hard on you, cooped up this winter while everyone else got duties."
Alex stood. "If there"s anything I can do-"
Alanna nodded, sweat standing out on her forehead. "I"ll let you know right away."
Alex hurried out, and Myles crossed to Alanna. "Just lie still," he told her. "I"ll get a healer-and some servants. We"ll have to carry you out, I"m afraid."
"What brought you here?" Alanna whispered. "No one knew..."
Myles nodded to the cat b.u.mping Alanna"s good hand. "Faithful brought me. He was very forceful! I"m glad I listened. Alan, Alex was trying to kill you."
Alanna shook her head, the effort bringing on a wave of nausea. "He"s been my friend for years."
He didn"t look so very friendly when we walked in, Faithful told her.
Alanna grimaced. "I don"t want to hear any more about it." But in her mind a voice was saying, He hasn"t been a close friend in years-not since he became Duke Roger"s squire. She sighed and put the thought away to go over later, when her head wasn"t spinning. Until she had proof she had to keep her suspicions to herself.
4: A Cry of War
THE APRIL rains poured down outside the Dancing Dove as Alanna examined the sc.r.a.p of dirty paper George had given her, wishing it would go away. "There"s no chance of a mistake?" she asked her friend.
"None," the thief replied. "I"ve received the same reports from the castles where the troops are hid and from the Rogue in Tusaine"s capital. Duke Hilam, King Ain"s brother, sees himself as a conqueror. He"s mobilized all their armies, and the spearhead points right at the Drell River. With the mountain pa.s.ses open..." He shrugged. "I give it two more weeks before they"re locked onto the river"s right bank. The fort there won"t hold out much more than a week once Duke Hilam attacks."
Alanna looked at the tiny map. "What a stupid place to fight a war," she whispered. "It"s enclosed by mountains. Neither side will have room to turn. The mountains will slow down reinforcements, supplies. And we"re going to be doing a lot of fighting in the river." She folded the map up and stuck it in her shirt. "Thanks, George."
"I just wish I had good news." The thief"s fingers touched her chin gently, making her look up. Alanna blushed. He hadn"t kissed her since Jon"s birthday almost a year ago; but he let her know-with little touches, with softness in his eyes when he looked at her-that he was stalking her. Jonathan looked at Delia in much the same way. That Alanna got such attention from George terrified her.
"I have to leave," she said, gathering up her cloak.
"All right, then." He opened the door for her.
"Let me know what"s done."
Alanna couldn"t help but grin. "Don"t be silly. You"ll probably know before me." She hurried out into the rainy night.
She found Myles of Olau in his chambers, translating some ancient doc.u.ment. Faithful was curled up before the knight"s fire, having told Alanna he preferred napping before a warm hearth to trotting to the City in the rain. He greeted Alanna now by leaping onto her shoulder.
The moment Myles saw her face he put his translating aside. "What"s wrong?"
Alanna pulled the folded map from beneath her shirt, watching Myles"s face as she opened it. "You have some friends in the City," she replied softly. "A young burglar named Marek. An old man who forges called Scholar." She smiled. "They say you"re a good drinking companion. I could"ve told them that." Myles opened his mouth to speak, but Alanna shook her head. "I"m not asking you to admit anything. I"m telling you I know Marek and Scholar and their friends. I"m friends with the man who rules them."
"The Rogue himself?" Myles whispered. "How?"
"It"s too long a story, but I"ve known him and the others for years. Last summer I told George-the Rogue-that we were having trouble getting good information from Tusaine. He offered to help." Alanna handed the map to her friend. "He gave me this today. The little red arrows are Tusaine legions-"
Myles counted them. "Twenty." He whistled. "At one hundred men per legion-two thousand foot soldiers."
"The blue arrows are units, ten armed knights each."
"One hundred and fifty in all." Myles looked at the map, rubbing his forehead wearily. "They"re quartered in these castles and towns?"
Alanna nodded. "And look what they"re circled around."
"The Drell River Valley." Myles looked at Alanna. "How much do you trust the Rogue?"
"I trust him with my life. I trust him with Jon"s life."
Myles rose. "Duke Gareth and the King must see this immediately. I"ll be certain your name and that of your source don"t come into the discussion."
"One more thing, Myles. George says the mountain pa.s.ses from Tusaine into the Drell Valley are open."