The Hidden City

their presence from humans. It’s easier to catch supper if it doesn’t know you’re around.’
    ‘The Troll-Gods promised Aphrael that their creatures wouldn’t eat humans any more.’
    ‘It may take a few generations for that notion to sift down into the minds of some of the stupider Trolls—and a Troll can be fearfully stupid when he sets his mind to it. We’d better stay alert. As soon as we get up out of these foothills, I’ll perform the ceremony that calls the Troll-Gods. We should be safe after that. It’s these foothills that are dangerous.’
    ‘Why not just perform the ceremony now?’
    Ulath shook his head. ‘Bad manners. You’re not supposed to call on the Troll-Gods until you’re up higher—up in real Troll country.’
    ‘This isn’t Troll country, Ulath.’
    ‘It is now. Let’s find a place to camp for the night.’
    They built their camp on a kind of stair-stepped bench so that they had a solid cliff to their backs and a steep drop to the front. They took turns standing watch, and as the first faint light of dawn began to wash the darkness out of the overcast sky, Tynian shook Ulath awake. ‘There’s something moving around in the brush at the foot of the cliff,’ he whispered.
    Ulath sat up, his hand going to his axe. He cocked his head to listen. ‘Troll,’ he said after a moment.
    ‘How can you tell?’
    ‘Whatever’s making all the noise is doing it on purpose. A deer wouldn’t crash around like that, and the bears have all denned up for the winter. The Troll wants us to know he’s there.’
    ‘What do we do?’
    ‘Let’s build up the fire a bit—let him know that we’re awake. We’ve got a touchy situation here, so let’s not move too fast.’
    He pushed his blankets aside and rose to his feet as Tynian piled more limbs on the fire.
    ‘Should we invite him in to get warm?’ Tynian asked.
    ‘He isn’t cold.’
    ‘It’s freezing, Ulath.’
    ‘That’s why he’s got fur. Trolls build fires for light, not heat. Why don’t you go ahead and get started with breakfast? He’s not going to do anything until full daylight.’
    ‘It’s not my turn.’
    ‘I have to keep watch.’
    ‘I can keep watch as well as you can.’
    ‘You wouldn’t know what to look for, Tynian.’ Ulath’s tone was reasonable. It usually was when he was talking his way out of doing the cooking.
    The light grew gradually stronger. It was a process that is always strange. A man can be looking directly at a dark patch in the surrounding forest and suddenly realize that he can see trees and rocks and bushes where there had been only darkness before.
    Tynian brought Ulath a plate of steaming ham and a chunk of leathery-crusted bread. ‘Leave the ham on the spit,’ Ulath told him.
    Tynian grunted, picked up his own plate, and joined his friend at the front edge of the rocky shelf. They sat and kept watch on the birch forest that ran down the steep slope beneath them as they ate.
    ‘There he is,’ Ulath said gravely, ‘right beside that big rock.’
    ‘Oh, yes,’ Tynian replied. ‘I see him now. He blends right in, doesn’t he?’
    ‘That’s what being a Troll is all about, Tynian. He’s a part of the forest.’
    ‘Sephrenia says that we’re distantly related to them.’
    ‘She’s probably right. There aren’t really all that many differences between us and the Trolls. They’re bigger, and they have a different diet is about all.’
    ‘How long is this likely to take?’
    ‘I have no idea. As far as I know, this has never happened before.’
    ‘What’ll he do next?’
    ‘As soon as he’s sure we know he’s there, he’ll probably try to communicate in some way.’
    ‘Does he know that you speak Trollish?’
    ‘He might. The Troll-Gods are acquainted with me, and they know that I run in the same pack with Sparhawk.’
    ‘That’s an odd way to put it.’
    ‘I’m trying to think like a Troll. If I can get it right, I might be able to anticipate what he’s going to do next.’
    Then the Troll shouted up the hill to them.
    ‘What did he say?’ Tynian asked nervously.
    ‘He wants to know what he’s supposed to do. He’s very confused.’
    ‘He’s confused? What about me?’
    ‘He’s been told to meet us and take us to the Troll-Gods. He doesn’t have any idea of our customs or the proper courtesies. We’ll have to guide him through this. Put your sword back in its sheath. Let’s not make things any worse than they already are.’
    Ulath stood up,