If they caught her, she’d scream. They’d kill her, but it might raise the inn. If the men found the Raiders, at least they’d know something was wrong.
She heard them behind her, nearly silent despite their bulk. They were experts at this game—a game to which there were no rules—and she was a novice. Fresh terror surged through her. She felt one of the men dive for her, gripping her legs and bringing her down. She filled her lungs to scream when something spun above her, hitting the Raider in the torso and knocking him back. A black mass hurtled above her, a shining axe catching the moonlight.
The large raider only had time to widen his eyes before Rone lopped his head off, spraying Ilyenna with warm blood. With a thud, the head hit the ground, followed shortly by the limp body. Digging her heels into the ground, she scrambled to get as far away from the body as she could.
The other Raider took off in the opposite direction.
Rone snatched the shield he must have thrown. “How many are there?” he cried as his axe nicked the cords around Ilyenna’s hands.
She lighted to her feet. “That’s the only one left.”
“The horses are back there.” Rone pointed. “Get them and wait for me by the river.” He took off after the other man.
Trying not to look at the dead Raider, Ilyenna retrieved her borrowed knife from where it was tucked in the man’s belt. She ran back through the forest and out into the open. Terrifed, she struggled to breathe, hurrying in the dark toward the place Rone had indicated.
She found the horses. They shied when she barreled toward them, but Rone had tied them to a tree. Ilyenna stopped and spoke softly, stroking their necks. She knew they could smell the blood on her clothes, but eventually the animals calmed enough that she was able to mount one of them. She held tightly to the reins of the second.
She nudged her horse forward, but the second horse balked. The reins seared her hand, but she held on, determined not to let it pull free. Just as she was at the end of the rein, the horse finally gave up and grudgingly followed. Ilyenna wrapped the second horse’s reins around the horn and moved the horses into an awkward trot.
She fought the sickness in her stomach. Rone was fine. He had to be. But when she reached the river, he was nowhere to be seen. Though it was a cool night, sweat ran down her back. Then it started to rain, washing the Raider’s sticky blood from her clothes and hair. Ilyenna searched the darkness and listened. Then she saw a man running toward her through the field, axe in one hand, shield in the other.
“Rone?” she cried, her body tensed to flee.
“It’s me, Ilyenna,” he said between breaths.
All the tension went out of her, leaving her weak and shaky. “Thank the dead. The Raider?”
“Escaped.”
She noticed Rone held something that looked like a wet piece of cloth that was a bit bigger than her hand. He shoved it in his saddlebags before she could get a good look. Then, in one fluid motion, he leapt into the saddle of the second horse. The animal pinned his ears flat against his head and arched his back.
“Couldn’t you find a better horse?” Ilyenna asked nervously.
“No complaints from you!” He kicked the horse, his weapon held awkwardly in his other hand. She held her breath, hoping the horse wouldn’t buck. She imagined Rone slamming into the earth with nothing but the axe to break his fall.
He kicked the horse again. This time the animal moved forward, though it still looked ready to throw its rider. “I did your owner a favor,” Rone muttered as they galloped into the night.
16. Rye Whiskey
The horses’ breathing sounded like a raw stutter. Ilyenna and Rone slowed them to a walk. She was soaking wet and miserable. Rummaging in his pack, Rone tossed something her way. “Put it on.”
She started when she realized what it was. A Keb clan belt. “Where’d you get this?”
He smiled mischievously. “I borrowed it.”
“You think it will help?”
“There’ll be no doubt that we’re the runaway Argon clan chief and Shyle clan mistress if anyone sees the knots in my belt and notices that your belt is missing.”
“My black hair will give me away anyway,” Ilyenna said softly, wondering again if Rone wouldn’t be better off without her. She fixed her gaze ahead. “How much longer?”
He motioned to the horses. “Ornery though this one is” —he glanced at his mare as if warning her—“I chose them both for their condition. If we push them, we should be able to make the journey by tomorrow morning.”
Ilyenna kept glancing behind them, trying to see through the damp darkness. Her ears strained to hear the racing hoof beats of the Raider above the rain and thunder. But Rone kept a sharp lookout ahead of them, watching for Darrien’s traps. Imminent attack might come from any side, by Tyrans or Raiders.
She gritted her teeth as the lightning cast everything in sharp white clarity. “I hate this.”
In answer, Rone pushed his horse back into a trot. They rode hard through the night. Ilyenna’s head ached from lack of sleep, and her body burned with weariness that intensified with every stride the horses took. If not for Rone, she’d have found a secluded spot and gone to sleep. But he pressed on, seemingly tireless, and her pride wouldn’t let her be outdone.
When morning came, he led her off the road through a field of winter rye to a stand of trees lining a stream bed. While he tended their animals, she ate quickly and scrubbed her teeth with a bit of wool. She washed at the river before curling up under some blankets Rone had taken along with their horses.
She was surprised when instead of lying with her, Rone dropped down a few paces away. She stared at his turned back. Since that magical night, he hadn’t touched her. In fact, he rarely even looked at her. She had made excuses, but looking at his turned back, she couldn’t hide from the truth. He regretted what had happened between them. His sudden passion and declaration of love had simply been a result of their dire situation. It was the only explanation Ilyenna could come up with. Despite her exhaustion, it was a long time before sleep finally took her to the place of dreams.
Rone’s hand on her shoulder woke her. “We need to hurry.” He turned his back to her as he saddled his horse.
Already, night was coming on. She’d slept through the whole day. Her body was drenched with rain and her mouth tasted like she’d sucked on the wool all night instead of just cleaning her teeth with it. Both thirsty and hungry, she hurriedly consumed her allotment of food before mounting her horse. The pace they forced on the animals was grueling. She felt sorry for them, but Rone insisted they make the Riesen village by morning—even if it killed both horses.
By the time night had gone from black to grainy gray, Riesenholm was a smoky smudge in the distance. At the sight, Ilyenna went from a kind of numb rote to full wakefulness. She glanced at Rone, suddenly very glad she wasn’t alone in this, that she had him to protect her.
As they neared the village, he pulled the horses off the road and into a stand of trees. When they were fully concealed, he stared at her. It was the first time he’d actually focused on her since their run-in with the Raiders. It made her hurt deep inside her soul—so deep only he had ever touched her there.
Absently, he stroked his axe hilt. “The Riesen clan house is in the center of the village. But we’re not going in there until I can scout a bit.”
Ilyenna’s hands itched to grip her knife. “Couldn’t we just ride in hard, head straight for the clan house?” she asked hopefully.
“Never walk blind into anything, Ilyenna. Not if you can help it.” He continued his silent assessment of her. “We’ll leave the horses tied inside the field, close to the village. That way we can use them if we have to.”
She didn’t say anything. They both knew their horses were too tired to outrun even a swaybacked nag.
“Stay with me until we reach the outskirts. I’ll find someplace for you to hide. Then we’ll figure out what to do.” His breath was white in the cold air. He handed her a blanket. “Waiting could be chilly.”
She took it, though she didn’t feel cold. She rubbed her temples with her fingertips, her weariness suddenly overwhelming her. “Can’t we wait until tomorrow?”
He shook his head. “Undon could be patrolling the area. I’m not willing to take the risk of being found.”
Rone gripped her arm and led her to the outskirts of Riesenholm, where he searched until he found a berry bush beside a house. “Stay here until I come back for you. If you don’t see me by morning, get back to the horses and try on your own tomorrow.”
Her hands started trembling. “Rone, I–I’m sorry.” She knew she’d been tense and snappish.
He smiled halfheartedly. “I know. So am I.”
He turned and trotted away. She stared after him, her mouth full of the words she wanted to say. But he was gone. She tucked herself behind the bush and set in to wait. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle. Hidden as she was, the only useful sense left for her was sound. It was both a relief and a torture when she continued to hear nothing.
After a time, Ilyenna felt something tiny and warm touch her temple. She pivoted to find Jablana crouched in the bush beside her. For the first time, Ilyenna immediately saw through the fairy’s glamour.