The pillars of creation

CHAPTER 32

The more open ground closer to the plains was soon behind them, and they began a difficult journey through deepening snow and rugged terrain taking them slowly but inexorably up into mountainous country. Sebastian had agreed to take her where she wanted to go, to the Old World. There, she hoped to be safe, to be free, for the first time in her life. Without Sebastian, such a dream would not even have been possible.

He told her that the rugged range of mountains they were entering, along with their vast tracks of forests, skirted the western edge of D'Hara, safely out of the way of most people, and would eventually lead them down toward the Old World. As they entered the sheltering solitude among the shadows of the towering peaks, they finally began to work their way more to the south, following the mountains toward a distant liberty.

The weather was brutal in the mountains. For several days they had to walk, lest they kill the poor horses. Rusty and Pete were hungry, and the heavy snow cover made it difficult for them to get at any vegetation. Their thick winter coats were getting mangy. At least they were still sound, if weak. The same could be said for her and Sebastian.

As the heavy overcast darkened ominously and a light snow began to fall late one afternoon, they were fortunate to find a small village. They spent the night there, letting the horses stay in the small stable, where they had good oats and clean bedding. There was no i

The morning brought a storm with wind and snow, but even worse, the snow was interspersed with a heavy wet sleet that came in gales. Traveling in such conditions would be not only miserable, but dangerous. She was glad, especially for the horses, that it kept them at the stable an extra day and another night. The horses ate and rested while Sebastian and Je

They made their way along roads or trails, since people were few and far between. Sebastian was ever cautious, but quietly confident that they would be safe enough. With the ever-present comfort of the knife at her belt, Je

That night, as she started building them a shelter by loosely weaving together a dozen saplings and covering them with balsam boughs, Sebastian stumbled back to their camp, panting from effort. His hands were slick with blood.

"Soldier," he said, trying to catch his breath.

Je

Sebastian looked away from her fury, her frantic demand. "It's Lord Rahl's gifted chasing us." He pulled a deep breath. "Wizard Nathan Rahl saw you, back at the palace."

That made no sense. She was a hole in the world to the gifted. How could any gifted follow a hole in the world?

He saw her dubious expression. "Not too hard to track through snow."

Snow. Of course. She nodded in resignation, her fury turning to fear. "One of the quad?"

"I'm not sure. It was a D'Haran soldier. He came out of nowhere at me. I had to fight for my life. I killed him, but we must huffy and get out of here in case there were others nearby."

She was too frightened to argue. They had to keep moving. The thought of men coming out of the darkness at them lent swiftness to her actions as they saddled the horses. They were quickly mounted and soon riding hard while there was still enough light to see by. They had to dismount, then, and walk to let the horses rest. Sebastian was sure they would have put distance on anyone after them. The snow helped them see, so that, even with clouds scudding past a partial moon, they were able to follow the road.

By the next night, they were so exhausted that they had to stop, even at the risk of being captured. They slept sitting up, leaning together before a small fire with their backs to a deadfall.

They made slow but steady progress in the days following and saw no sign of anyone following them. Je

A stretch of su

But then the storms returned. They pushed onward for five days despite near-blizzard conditions. As long as they could see the paths and narrow roads, and were able to put one foot in front of the other, they couldn't afford to stop, because the wind and snow covered their tracks almost as soon as they made them. Je

They selected roads or trails randomly. Each time they came to a crossroads or fork, Je

It was exhausting traveling in such conditions and it seemed like the foul weather would never relent, but then it did. Late in the afternoon, as the wind finally died, allowing the quiet of winter to settle back in, they came across a woman struggling along one of the roads. As they rode up behind her, Je

Even though the weather had begun to break, fat snowflakes still drifted in the air. Sun shone through an orange slash in the clouds, lending the gray day a peculiar gilding.

The woman heard them coming and stepped aside. As they reached her, she held one arm up.

"Help me, please?"

It looked to Je

By the look on Sebastian's face, Jermsen feared that he intended to pass on by. He would say that they couldn't stop when they had killers and maybe even Wizard Rahl at their heels. Je

When Sebastian cast her a sidelong glance, she spoke softly before he had a chance to say anything. "Looks like the Creator has provided for this needy woman by sending us to help her."

Whether Sebastian was convinced by her words, or dared not challenge the Creator's intentions, Je

She held out her bundle, apparently hoping it would explain everything. She looked as if she were ready to accept help from the Keeper himself. Je

Je

"I don't know what's taken him," the woman said, on the verge of tears. "He just came down sick."

"Why are you out here in the weather?" Sebastian asked.

"My husband went off hunting two days ago. I don't expect him back for several days more. I couldn't just wait there with no help."

"But what are you doing out here?" Je

"To the Raug'Moss."

"The what?" Sebastian asked at Je

"Healers," Je

The woman's fingers traced their way along her boy's cheek. Her eyes rarely left his little face, but she finally looked up.

"Can you help me get him there? I fear he's getting worse."

"I don't know if we-"

"How far are they?" Je

The woman pointed down the road. "That way, the way you're going. Not far."

"How far?" Sebastian asked.

The woman, for the first time, began to weep. "I don't know. I had hoped to make it by tonight, but it will be dark before long. I fear it's farther than I can manage. Please, help me?"

Je

The woman's fingers clutched Je

"Hush, now. A ride is no trouble."

"We can't leave you out here with a sick child," Sebastian agreed. "We'll take you to the healers."

"Let me get up on my horse, and then hand your boy up to me," Je

Once mounted, Je

Je

The wind billowed snow around them as they raced along the road in the fading light. Concern for the boy, wanting to get him to help, made the road seemed endless. Each rise revealed only more forest ahead, each curve in the road yet another sweep of empty woods. Je