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She watched him drop to sit in the wagon's bed. "My mother gave him to me."
Magiere's stomach turned. This journey-her journey- kept Leesil from searching for a mother who, unlike her own, might still live. Guilt wasn't something Magiere let plague her in the past, but from that night she'd convinced Leesil to head to Droevinka first, she'd had enough for a lifetime. And it felt well deserved in this moment.
"Perhaps he wants to find her, as well," she said quietly, watching Leesil withdraw into his own thoughts. "We'll go north as soon as we finish in Keonsk, and I-"
"What?" Leesil looked up in confusion. "No, I didn't mean that to sound… We'll search Keonsk, tear the place apart if we have to. " His attention turned back upon Chap. "But this deceitful four-footer is going to answer some questions."
Leesil reached into Wy
"Why do you want us out of here so badly?" he demanded.
Chap fidgeted again. Wy
"I know you helped me because you care for me," she said to him, "but if there is more, then it is time to tell us. Would the mantic sight have faded on its own soon enough?"
Chap gazed intently back at Wy
"Then why call the Fay?" Magiere asked. "Why the urgency? Why do you want us away from here?"
Magiere had another unsettling moment when Chap looked up at her and began pawing at the hide.
"Navaj… enemy?" Wy
Magiere's eyes lit up.
"In Stefan's tale of Vordana's first visit," she said, "the sorcerer said something about being able to 'watch' no matter what Stefan did. I think Vordana tried to drain life from me during the fight and couldn't. He looked surprised, and I heard him in my thoughts. I was what he'd been waiting, watching for."
"Another clan of undead on our trail," Leesil muttered. "Wondrous! More Noble Dead worked up by peasant tales of the dhampir come to-"
Chap pawed the hide again, stopping often to look over its symbols as if trying to find something specific.
"Spiorcolh aonach… one spirit crime," Wy
c 'tu. Not time… too soon… to know for you? Too soon… for you-for us-to know."
Wy
"Perhaps our search leads to something he thinks we are not ready to know, and that knowing would place us in danger… Or the search would reveal us to this enemy?"
'Too late for that," Magiere said. "Considering what we faced in the last village."
Wy
"Don't you start that again," Leesil said. "Wy
"Enough, Leesil!" Wy
The wagon lurched suddenly backward, and both Port and Imp screamed out.
Magiere grabbed the bench to keep from being spilled forward onto the wagon's hitch. Port snorted and reared. He thrashed out with his forehooves, and both horses whi
A large wolf circled into view on the road and rushed in at Port. The wagon lurched again, rolling backward as the horses retreated.
"Wy
Chap lunged forward, front paws on the wagon's bench. He snarled, and his ear flattened at the sight of the wolf.
"Brake!" Leesil shouted. "Pull the brake!"
Magiere saw the wolf harry the horses as she blindly reached back with her hand. The falchion's hilt smacked against her palm, and she closed her fingers around it, not knowing who'd retrieved it. She grabbed for the brake with her free hand.
The wagon lurched to a halt with the sound of splintering wood. Magiere pulled the brake too late. Her grip on lever kept her from falling backward, but that was all, for they'd already hit something.
"Chap, go!" Magiere shouted.
The dog scrambled over the bench as she dropped off the wagons' side, ru
"Get back!" she yelled, trying to attract the wolf's attention.
Chap rushed around her and charged. The wolf turned on the dog, and the two became a mass of growls and teeth. Magiere couldn't strike without risking injury to Chap.
Port and Imp tried to back away, and the wagon's rigging creaked under their struggles. Magiere glanced back to see wagon's corner grind against a tree trunk. Wy
A loud yelp carried above the horses' frantic snorts. Magiere saw the wolf break away and Chap roll to his feet, prepared to charge again. She released the horses and swung her blade, aiming for the beast's throat. It dodged, but her blade tip clipped its left shoulder.
The wolf yelped, and then dashed off into the trees. Chap scrambled after it.
"No!" Magiere shouted. "Let it go."
Chap circled around her, panting, his eyes on the forest where the wolf had fled.
Magiere turned back to the wagon. There was still no sign of Leesil, but Wy
"Wy
The sage sat up, her short robe's cowl flopped over her face. She pushed it back and looked about as if lost.
"Yes… yes, I am fine," she said.
"Where's Leesil?" Magiere asked.
Wy
"Valhachkasej'a!" came Leesil's irate voice from the forest. "I'm in the damn bushes!"
He rose into view from behind the tree their wagon had struck, with dirt on his face and clothes. Stray leaves stuck out in his white hair. He walked stiff-legged as he stepped out onto the road, and held his right buttock as he scowled at Magiere.
"Did you ever manage to set the brake?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Magiere glared at him, though she was relieved that he was all right. "That wolf must have been starving to attack a wagon."
"Am I ever…" Wy
Magiere had no answer.
Chap sat down next to the sage and licked her hand, but Wy
"Yes, this makes perfect sense," Wy
Bitterness was unusual enough coming from Wy
"Oh, I am sorry," Wy
"I could use your help," Magiere replied.
Wy