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QUENTIN shivered in the cold. A large bright moon was begi
The Queen stood nearby talking quietly to Tre
“How can he know that I had aught to do with his precious prisoner?” Tre
“He needs no reason to suspect anyone, who is suspicious of all. Jaspin will suspect and then, at very least, make an example of your death for those who trifle with him. It is not safe for you to remain behind.”
“I have borne the brunt of his anger before. I can withstand.”
“No, not this time. He will be satisfied with nothing less than your head upon the spike. You must come with us.”
Just then two figures darted forth from the low archway: the leading one tall and dark; the other, his cloak glimmering in the moonlight, followed close behind.
“Theido,” cried Quentin, when the two had joined them.
“Quentin, is it you?” the dark man asked in some surprise.
“Quickly now,” said Tre
“Tre
“There’s no time, my Lady,” the bull-headed warder protested. “I may be of more use to you here. Go now and do not worry after me.”
“Yes, you must go at once,” said Oswald. “The dungeon keeper will send for his prisoner soon and find him gone, then Jaspin will know that treason is afoot.”
Quentin was already in the saddle of the great warhorse; Balder snorted and shook his mane. The bridle jingled in the frosty air reminding Quentin of tiny prayer bells heard from far away. Theido mounted his brown palfrey and the horse tossed his head and stamped the ground repeatedly as if to say, “The time has come! Away!” The Queen climbed, with the help of Tre
“Jaspin must have no reason to suspect my absence for at least two days. Play out the ruse as long as you are able. Let everyone believe I have taken to bed with a sudden slight illness and will not be disturbed. My ladies must behave as they would under that condition. And you must forget you know otherwise yourself.”
Oswald bowed and Tre
“We will have you to thank for our captivity if we do not leave this place at once,” she said with a laugh, then added in a more serious tone, “Good Theido, I am so sorry for the abuse which has befallen you, but the gods may yet have some plan to undo all the evil Prince Jaspin has done. For my own part, I am glad that you are still alive and are now by my side. There is not another I would entrust my safety to more willingly.”
“My Lady, we have not seen the begi
“No. I have too often seen your high mettle tested and shown true. I have no qualms whatever dangers lurk at hand.”
“Still, it is not too late for you to go back. You-” The Queen cut him off, saying, “I have made my decision and will abide. I could no longer live in that fortress knowing what Jaspin has done… how far he grasps. And so knowing, my life would be as fragile as the deer’s caught in the brake.” She took a deep breath and turned her face to the east. “No, my future lies elsewhere. My King is waiting.”
Theido snapped his reins. “Then we are off!” The horses surged into the snow, striking up glittering diamonds in the silvery light. The shadows of the three riders wavered, sliding silently in the smooth void-three fleeting shades darting through a sleeping world. Away they flew to the east toward the darkly advancing line of Pelgrin Forest, their black shapes traced in the spun silver of a rising winter moon. Quentin crouched low, clinging to Balder’s thick neck, abandoning any hope of remaining close behind the others unless he gave his mount free rein. He was not an accomplished rider-the temple had little use for horses. That part of his education had been neglected in favor of other, more priestly studies. So he leaned into the wind, lashed by Balder’s flying mane, squinting into the night and blinking back icy tears and enduring the sting of snow loosed by the hooves of the horses in front of him.
The moon hovered at its zenith when they reached the first straggling forefringe of the forest. Theido pursued a dodging course among the small trees and shrubs until at last the riders entered the deeper wood. Here, at the forest’s edge, Theido reined to a halt to allow the horses a breather. All turned in their saddles to look upon Askelon, now many leagues behind them. Quentin craned his neck to see the castle, dimly outlined in moonlight, rising like a mountain, dark against an even darker night. Overhead a thousand stars shed brilliant pricks of cold light glancing down upon them. Pale wisps of steam rose from the horses.
“We should reach Durwin’s cottage with the dawn,” said Theido. He turned again toward the vast expanse of white they had just crossed. “I ca
“We may be able to outdistance them, or lose them along the way,” Alinea offered.
“It is possible; at any rate, it is our best course. Jaspin has many spies throughout the land and many who owe him costly favors. He will try to use them. If we can but elude them long enough we may lose them when we leave this country behind. “We shall ride as quietly through Pelgrin as a party may go with speed. There is, however, one stop I would make along the way, and that quite soon.” He swung his horse into the forest and the others followed close behind.
Quentin found the going somewhat easier; he was able to sit more erectly in the saddle, although low hanging branches kept him ducking and leaning constantly. Theido pursued a relentless pace for nearly two hours, as far as Quentin could guess by the position of the moon-which he struggled to glimpse from time to time through broken patches of clear sky overhead.
They stayed just off the main track through the forest and presently came to an ancient oak of immense girth, as large as any Quentin had ever seen. Theido called a halt and rode a few paces ahead by himself. Then he raised himself in the saddle and, placing two fingers of an ungloved hand into his mouth, gave a low whistle. He repeated it and then trotted back to where Quentin and Queen Alinea waited. He was just about to speak when a long shrill whistle came in answer to his own.