Brightly Woven

get back to the caverns unnoticed.
    “Can you distract him?” I whispered. “Just for a moment? He needs to turn his back on us.”
    “Oh, so now you require my services?” he asked humorlessly, and brought up the same yellow cloak I had mended the night before.
    “Not too much,” I warned.
    The gust of wind that emerged kicked up the loose rocks and dirt, and the scout staggered backward. He didn’t turn, but it was all the distraction we needed. I grabbed a fistful of North’s cloaks and dragged him after me. Our boots slid against the mud as we ran, and I didn’t dare look back as we cut through every rock formation and crack in the earth I could find. I thought I heard the call of a horn behind us, and North’s arm tensed as he tried to slow me down. It was the only way we could slip out unnoticed, though we would waste hours crawling through the caverns.
    The wizard had some difficulty sliding down through the cavern’s entrance, and in any other situation I might have laughed at the way his feet struggled to find purchase against the slick rocks.
    Henry and I had used the caverns as a way to escape the heat. We had spent days down in the darkness, feeling our way when our eyes failed us. Once, I had hoped to find a hidden pool of water, like the one in my storybooks—but now all I needed was a safe route to the northern road.
    There was a thud behind me, followed by a string of curses so violent it made my ears burn.
    “Careful,” I whispered, glad for the darkness that hid my smile. North crept up beside me, one gloved hand clutching his forehead, the other still holding our bags and my loom.
    “Rotting good path you’ve found us,” he whispered furiously. After that, there was nothing but the echo of dripping water to mark time.
    I wished someone had thought to pack me a pair of gloves to keep the rocks from cutting my hands. The skirt of my dress was soaked through with the rainwater that had collected in the cavern overnight, but I kept us moving downward, deeper into the water.
    “We’ll be swimming soon,” North said. “You should have just let me use magic—!”
    “Here,” I cut him off. My hands had found the gap in the dark stone I had been searching for. I pressed my body between its narrow walls. The exact moment I caught the first hint of sunlight, I felt for North’s arm to make sure he was still behind me.
    The path had widened, giving me a clear view. I scanned the rocks above, searching for a glint of metal or scarlet. When I was sure it was safe, I pulled us both free from the darkness.
    Once he saw where we were, North tried to take control of the situation, turning to run in the very same direction from which we had come.
    “North!” I said, as loudly as I dared. “This way!”
    He kept his eyes on the path before him.
    “We just came that way,” I said. “Honestly, do you have no sense of direction whatsoever?”
    North bristled. “How was I supposed to know? The mountains are all the same! For all you know, my way could work, too.”
    “The Westwood road runs west to east, not north to south, wise one,” I whispered, checking to make sure no one waswithin earshot. “It’s the main road to the eastern coast. If we want to get out of these mountains, we need to find it.”
    “And how in the seven hells would you know that?” North asked, blocking my path with his arm. “You said you’ve never left Cliffton.”
    “Because one day I wanted to take that road out of Cliffton.” I shoved his arm out of my way. “Unlike you, I actually bothered to learn how to read maps and what roads lead to where.”
    North was quiet for a moment. “So…if one wanted to, let’s say, go to Dellark…how would one do that?”
    “Just be quiet and follow me, all right?” I shook my head and began to pray as I started down the path.

    By the time we broke through the Sasinou Mountains’ endless maze of sharp brown stone two days later, my feet had gone numb and my back was hunched under the weight of my bag. North had found a way to throw the loom over his shoulder, for which I was grateful. I wasn’t sure I could carry anything else.
    I leaned forward, trying to balance the weight of my bag with the lightness in my head. It was a mistake. My vision spotted with black and colors. Henry had told me once it took him and his father two days to reach Dellark, but I had hoped to get there faster.
    The path down into the valley was steeper than I had originally thought,