Rebel Fay

"The elder and the woman do not wish you or me to be taken farther. They do not want"-she stopped, eyes widening-"any 'weakbloods' in their homeland."

Wy

"Sgaile refuses. He gave his word to Most Aged Father to offer guardianship to all with Leesil and deliver us to a place called Crijeaiche… 'Origin Heart'… I think." Then she sucked in a long breath of air. "Oh, Leesil, you are considered dangerous, even by Sgaile… a criminal."

Magiere tensed. They'd had more than one run-in with these murdering elves in gray, who always found some way to put Leesil under suspicion.

The elves' debate ended as Sgaile stood up. He and the younger male disappeared into the forest. Magiere watched the two who stayed behind. They remained at a distance, and the woman turned her back, leaving only the elder man gazing stoically at the invaders gathered about the fire.

Sgaile returned sooner than Magiere would've guessed. He was alone and carried a bunched cloth of lightweight tan fabric. He approached and opened the cloth for Leesil. Within were more bisselberries mixed with bits of strangely wrinkled gray lumps.

"This will keep you until Osha returns from the stream." He turned toward Chap. "He will bring fish to roast."

Sgaile neither spoke nor looked at Magiere or Wy

"Muhkgean," Sgaile explained, then paused thoughtfully. "The heads of flower-mushrooms."

With a grimace, Leesil took a few berries and held the rest out to Magiere and Wy

Wy

" Osha… is this the young man's name?" Wy

Sgaile didn't answer.

"It means… 'Sudden Breeze'," Wy

She yawned and drooped so heavily that Magiere had to separate her knees so Wy

Sgaile remained silent. Regardless of this guardianship oath he'd taken, it was clear to Magiere that he was no more comfortable with the arrangement than his comrades were. Magiere placed a hand on Wy

"Soon as you've had some fish, you're going to sleep."

"Mmm-hmm," was all that came from Wy

"Where did you find these?" Leesil asked, picking up the cloth of the berries and mushrooms. "We saw nothing like them in the forest."

Sgaile's thin white eyebrows arched. "The forest provides."

Leesil again offered the cloth bundle to Magiere. She shook her head. She wasn't about to touch one of the wrinkled gray lumps, and peeling berries seemed like too much trouble. And she didn't feel hungry.

This made no sense, considering she'd gone without food for as long as the others. Strangely, she wasn't even tired.

Sgaile walked back out into the forest, only to return moments later carrying six sharpened and forked sticks. He stuck three into the earth around the fire, so their forked ends slanted upward above the low flames.

Osha melted out of the trees. He carried three large trout hooked by their gills upon his fingers. He half-smiled at Sgaile and dropped to his knees by the fire.

The two elves' flurry of busy preparation was almost more than Magiere could follow. Three more sticks appeared, pointed on both ends. Osha skewered each fish from mouth to tail, then balanced the ends in the forked sticks Sgaile had planted. Soon, the trout began to sizzle above the flames.

Wy

Osha jerked his head up to look at her, studying Wy

Chap sat up and whined. Magiere hoped he'd wait until the fish finished cooking before helping himself.

The other two elves finally approached, carrying large leaves, which they handed to Osha. All was quiet but for the crackling fire, and then Wy

"Do all Anmaglahk speak Belaskian?" she blurted out.

Leesil looked to Sgaile. "Well, do they?"

Sgaile frowned. "Some… Osha is learning at present."

Groggy and exhausted, Wy

"Wy

Osha blinked, glancing tentatively at Sgaile, then bowed his head briefly to Wy

"You placed a name upon a majay-hi?" Sgaile asked.

All the elves appeared unsettled by this. The woman hissed something Magiere didn't catch and turned away.

"Wy

"Should we not be introduced," Wy

Sgaile stood up in discomfort. Again, Osha glanced at him, clearly uncertain if he should speak. Then he pointed to the elven woman off among the trees with her back turned.

" En’nish," he said.

" En’nish…" Wy

Osha pointed to the elder man."Urhkarasiferin."

"Shot or cast… truly?" Wy

Osha scrunched one eye and looked up to Sgaile, who nodded.

"And Sgaile," "Wy

"Sgailsheilleache," he corrected, the first words he'd spoken to any but Leesil since their earlier standoff.

"Willow…shade…" Wy

"Sgaile it is, then," muttered Leesil.

Magiere tried to retain the names. Hopefully, shortened ones wouldn't cause offense, not that she cared much if they did. To her relief, Osha finally lifted one trout off the fire, and all attention was diverted as he deftly slid it onto a large leaf.

He boned the fish, cut the fillets into pieces, and, using smaller leaves as plates, passed them around in no particular order. Sgaile worked on the next trout. He fa

Magiere took small bites. She still wasn't hungry, even after three mouth-fuls that smelled and tasted better than any fish she could remember. She continued to nibble rather than have Leesil or even Wy

"Lie down and sleep."

The sage didn't argue. She scooted over to lie on the ground, but she stopped halfway.

"Oh, Sgaile, whoever keeps watch should take care. We encountered a tashgalh this morning. I have not seen it again, but you would know what they are like."

To Magiere's surprise, Sgaile spoke directly to Wy

"Atashgalh? Where?"

"That little rodent?" Leesil asked. "We found it in a cave on the mountain. It didn't seem dangerous."

"But troublesome," Sgaile answered carefully, and gestured out into the dark. "The majay-hi should warn us, and Osha will stand first watch."

Magiere looked where he pointed. Here and there a shadow moved. She saw the shapes of the dogs among the far trees, some near enough that their eyes glimmered from the firelight.

Wy

Both Sgaile and Osha stared with differing degrees of astonishment. Osha’s mouth opened slightly as Leesil spread his cloak out on the ground and reached for Magiere. She lay down on her side.

Osha turned quickly and walked away. Sgaile followed without a word.

Magiere put her back against Leesil's chest. He pulled the blanket up and placed his palm on her temple, slowly stroking her head and hair.