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nothing to me!
The cat licked her injured shoulder a moment, then caught her gaze again. We have the same enemy, she said
shortly.
Chali pondered that for a moment. And the -enemy of my enemy is my friend?
The cat looked at her with approval. That, she said, purring despite the pain of her wounds, is wisdom.
Daiv had just about decided that the mind-call he d caught had been a hallucination born of pain, when the stranger
touched him again.
He snatched at the tentatively proffered thought-thread with near-desperation. Who are you? he gasped. Please
Gently, brother came a weaker mind-voice, joining the first. And that was one he knew!
Brighttooth!
The same. Her voice strengthened now, and carried an odd other-flavor with it, as if the first was somehow
supporting her. How is it with you?
He steadied himself, willing his heart to stop pounding. Not good. They ve put chains on my arms and legs; my
right arm s broken, I think where are you? Who s with you?
A friend. Two friends. We are going to try and free you. No-Voice says that she is picking up the thoughts of those
Dirteaters regarding you, and they are not pleasant.
He shuddered. He d had a taste of those thoughts himself, and he rather thought he d prefer being sent to the
Wind.
We are going to free you, my brother, Brighttooth continued. I cannot tell you how, for certain but it will be soon;
probably tonight. Be ready.
It was well past dark. Chali, aided by Bakro, reached for the mind of Yula, the cleverest mare of the Rom herd.
Within a few moments she had a good idea of the general lay of things inside the stockaded village, at least within the
mare s line-of-sight and she knew exactly where the Horseclans boy was being kept. They d put him in an unused
grain pit a few feet from the corral where the horses had been put. Yula told Chali that they had all been staying very
docile, hoping to put their captors off their guard. Well done! Chali applauded. Now, are you ready for freedom? More
than ready, came the reply. Do we free the boy as well? There was a definite overtone to the mare s mind-voice that
hinted at rebellion if Chali answered in the -negative.
Soft heart for hurt colts, hmm, elder sister? Na, we free him. How is your gate fastened? Contempt was plain. One
single loop of rawhide!Fools! It is not even a challenqe!
Then here is the plan. . . .
About an hour after full dark, when the nervous guards had begun settling down, the mare ambled up to the villager
who d been set to guard the grain pit.
Hey old girl, he said, surprised at the pale shape looming up out of the darkness, like a ghost in the moonlight.
How in hell did you get. . . .
He did not see the other, darker shape coming in behind him. The hooves of a second mare lashing into the back of
his head ended his sentence and his life.
At nearly the same moment, Brighttooth was going over the back wall of the stockade. She made a run at the
stallion standing rock-steady beneath the wall, boosting herself off the scavenged saddle Bakro wore. There was a
brief sound of a scuffle; then the cat s thoughts touched Chali s.
The guard is dead. He tasted awful.
Chali used Bakro s back as the cat had, and clawed her own way over the palisade. She let herself drop into the
dust of the other side, landing as quietly as she could, and searched the immediate area with mind touch.
Nothing and no-one.
She slid the bar of the gate back, and let Bakro in, and the two of them headed for the stockade and the grain-pits.
The cat was already there.
If it had not been for the cat s superior night-sight, Chali would not have been able to find the latch holding it. The
wooden cover of the pit was heavy; Chali barely managed to get it raised. Below her she could see the boy s white
face peering up at her, just touched by the moonlight.
Can you climb? she asked.
Hell, no, he answered ruefully.
Then I must come down to you.
She had come prepared for this; there was a coil of scavenged rope on Bakro s saddle. She tied one end of it to the
pommel and dropped the other down into the pit, sliding down to land beside the boy.
Once beside him, she made an abrupt reassessment. Not a boy. A young man; one who might be rather handsome
under the dirt and dried blood and bruises. She tied the rope around his waist as he tried, awkwardly, to help.
From above came an urgent mind-call. Hurry, Brighttooth fidgeted. The guards are due to report and have not.
They sense something amiss.
We re ready, she answered shortly. Bakro began backing, slowly. She had her left arm around the young man s
waist, holding him steady and guiding him, and held to the rope with the other, while they walked up the side of the
pit. It was hardly graceful and Chali was grateful that the pit was not too deep but at length they reached the top.
Her -shoulders were screaming in agony, but she let go of him and caught the edge with that hand, then let go of the
rope and hung for a perilous moment on the verge before hauling herself up. She wanted to lie there and recover, but
there was no time
They have found the dead one! Texal o rako lengo gortiano! she spat. The young man was trying to get himself
onto the rim; she grabbed his shoulders while he hissed softly in pain and pulled him up beside her. What? he asked,
having sensed something.
No time! she replied, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him at Bakro. She threw herself into the saddle, and
wasted another precious moment while Bakro knelt and she pulled at the young man again, catching him off-balance
and forcing him to fall face-down across her saddle-bow like a sack of grain. NOW, my wise ones! NOW!
The last was broad-beamed to all the herd and even as the perimeter guards began shouting their discovery, and
torches began flaring all over the town, the Rom horses began their stampede to freedom.
The cat was already ahead of them, clearing the way with teeth and flashing claws; her task was to hold the gate
against someone trying to close it. Chali clung to Bakro s back with aching legs she was having her hands full trying
to keep the young man from falling off. He was in mortal agony, every step the stallion took jarring his hurts without
mercy, but he was fastened to her leg and stirrup-iron like a leech.
The herd was in full gallop now sweeping everything and everyone aside. There was only one thing to stop them.
The narrowness of the postern gate only three horses could squeeze through at any one time. If there was
anyone with a bow and good sense, he would have stationed himself there.
Chali heard the first arrow. She felt the second hit her arm. She shuddered with pain, ducked, and spread herself
over the body in front of her, trying to protect her passenger from further shots.
Bakro hesitated for a moment, then shouldered aside two mules and a donkey to bully his own way through the
gate.
But not before Chali had taken a second wound, and a third, and a fourth.
I ll say this much for you, Dirtman, you re stubborn. The Horseclan warrior s voice held grudging admiration as it
filtered out of the darkness beside Kevin. He had been detailed to ride at the smith s left hand and keep him from
falling out of his saddle. He had obviously considered this duty something of an embarrassing ordeal. Evidently he
didn t think it was anymore.
Kevin s face was white with pain, and he was nearly blind to everything around him, but he kept his seat. Don t
call me that. I told you after what they did to my blood-brothers, I m not one of them. I m with you all the way. If
that means fighting, I ll fight. Those oathbreaking, child-murdering bastards don t deserve anything but a grave. They
ain t even human anymore, not by my way of thinking.
That was a long speech for him, made longer still by the fact that he had to gasp bits of it out between flashes of
pain. But he meant it, every word and the Horseclansman took it at face value, simply nodding, slowly.
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