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Magiere's pale features were strained around blackened irises as she clutched Leesil's wrist in a tight grip.
Leesil's breath came hard and fast.
Chap did not need to dip into Leesil's memories. He still felt shame pouring over him from the half-elf.
"We can't take mounted soldiers in the open," Magiere warned.
Chap's frustrated bark stuttered into a growl of anger.
Leesil pulled from Magiere's grip and shouted, "Go!"
Before the word faded from the air, the border stream's fringe ice shattered beneath Chap's paws. He splashed through chill water, racing up the slope and into the field.
"Chap… Leesil, no!" Magiere shouted, too late.
The dog hit the stream at a full run. Leesil breached the gate before anyone could stop him, slinging his cloak aside as he ran.
Fear for Leesil flooded through Magiere, but then anger boiled with a hunger rising in her throat as she turned on Wy
"You stay put!" Magiere commanded, and her own words sounded guttural and slurred.
"Magiere," Wy
The cloud-streaked sky and the whites of Wy
"Magiere!" Wy
Magiere backed one step toward the gate. She felt the cold on her face and stripped off her cloak to let it fall. Chill air helped settle her. The clouded sky above the city remained sharp but less bright. It no longer pained her vision as she pulled her dhampir nature under control.
"Stop her," commanded a rough voice.
A large hand settled on Magiere's shoulder. She instinctively slammed her elbow back, and it sank into padding beneath leather. The man stumbled clear as she veered toward the gate. Two more guards stepped in her way. The first drew his saber, shrugging his cloak back.
"We are not Stravinan," Wy
At that, the second guard hesitated and looked with uncertainty to the bearded colonel. The other guard stepped forward with his sword drawn. Magiere readied to charge, and then the young captain grabbed the man by the wrist of his sword arm.
"Captain, you heard my order," snapped the colonel, and he stepped in behind the first hesitant guard. "There'll be no proof we're blameless if anyone interferes on foreign soil."
Magiere caught something strange passing over the tall captain's face. Beneath the front lip of his helmet, his brow wrinkled at his superior's words. For an instant he seemed confused. His expression smoothed just as quickly.
"Too late for that," he answered. "The man and that dog have seen to it."
He heaved his grip upon the guard with the saber, and the man stumbled sideways, off balance.
Magiere rushed forward, shouldering the hesitant guard as she passed. He stumbled back into the colonel, and the two tangled long enough for her to clear the gate. She drew her falchion at a full run.
Chap was well ahead on the field, and Leesil raced up the stream's far slope. Magiere let hunger rise in her throat, and her stride quickened as she splashed through the border stream.
This wasn't the first time Leesil had thrown himself into a dangerous situation for an i
It was stupid madness! What had gotten into him?
Magiere saw the older boy and girl ahead of the other fleeing refugees. Both staggered to a halt in fear at the sight of Chap charging toward them. A rider closed quickly behind them, horse mace whirling at his side. Magiere was about to shout when the girl darted away, fleeing from the oncoming dog. The rider pulled his reins hard against his horse's neck, veering after her.
Magiere looked across the field, searching all directions, but Leesil had vanished from sight.
From all around Wy
Border guards scrambled to assemble beside the gate under the young captain's commands, as the elder colonel glared out to the field, his teeth clenched. A cluster of pikemen came first, followed by archers. The two priests appeared as well, accompanied by a third. The colonel shoved them back as they tried to hurry out the gate ahead of his men. The gathering obscured Wy
"No one breaches the border!" shouted the colonel as the pikemen rushed out. "Hold, unless the enemy enters the stream. Get the refugees to safety once they reach our shore."
Wy
"Not you," he said sharply. "It's enough those priests are always meddling."
"I have some skill at tending the ill and injured," Wy
"Not you!" he repeated. "No more outlander nonsense."
"Let her be… sir," came the young captains voice.
Wy
Saber drawn, he now carried a round shield painted white with a slanted blue bar across it. Long-faced and long-limbed, he was so tall beneath his furred cloak that Wy
The old colonel's full attention was on his subordinate. "You've enough to answer for-"
"And so will you, sir," the captain cut in. "If she's an outlander, then we've no right to stand in her way."
"Unless she's a threat to the safety of our people."
"I am no threat to you," Wy
The colonel stared down into Wy
"She had no part in that," snapped the captain. "Let her go, sir, or I won't be the only one facing a tribunal when this is over."
For a moment all Wy
The colonel released Wy
The colonel's cold look was for the captain alone. Abruptly he turned away to the remaining men around the gate.
"Archers to the slope!"
"If you're coming," said the captain, and Wy
As he headed out the gate, Wy
The captain cocked one eyebrow. A smile began to form on his lips, but it never quite appeared.
"Stasiuo," he returned. "But my sisters call me Stasi. Now do as I say… Wy