White Road

surface of the cove, lanterns casting long spears of light toward the beach.
    “Keep going!” Micum yelled as his horse lunged into the water.
    Alec was close behind. “Look out! Archers!” he cried as he slid off his horse into the water, still clutching the pommel.
    Seregil, for once in his life, was too slow. Something seared across his back like a hot whip, and then something heavy struck him in the side, knocking him off his horse into the water. His ankle caught in the stirrup and suddenly he was being dragged as the horse churned on, an arrow grinding between his ribs and water going up his nose. He wonderedvaguely if he’d bleed to death or drown first. And oddest of all, someone was screaming something about him. It was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman, with his head bobbing in and out of the water, but they sounded hysterical.
    Then a hand was gripping his arm so hard it hurt and another was pulling his caught foot free of the stirrup.
    “Hold on,” Alec said against his ear. “The boats are coming. They’re almost here.”
    Seregil coughed up salt water and gagged out, “Rieser—” He had the books.
    “Micum went back for him.”
    Back?
    Arrows were still coming down in the water around them, but now others were whizzing back the other way from the boats.
    Then rough hands and strong arms were hoisting them both up into a boat, and the arrow was catching on everything until a ham-fisted sailor snapped it off and Seregil allowed himself to scream just that once.
    The voice calling his name was still carrying across the water. “Seregil! Seregil, don’t leave me here! Please! Come back. Take me with you! You know what they’ll do to me!”
    Propped up against Alec’s chest, Seregil saw Ilar pacing back and forth at the water’s edge, wringing his hands and wailing. And that was the last thing Seregil remembered before he fainted.

CHAPTER 31
The
Green Lady
    “T HINGS went wrong, did they?” Rhal asked as Seregil and Rieser were lifted aboard the
Lady
.
    “We ran into a bit of trouble,” Alec told him, following close behind. “I hope your healer is a good one.”
    “He is.” Turning to the crewmen gawking at them, he snapped, “Get these men below and find Konthus! Nettles, Skywake. Prepare to hoist anchor.”
    Rieser and Seregil were put to bed in their respective cabins as the ship got under way. Seregil was conscious now, but was having trouble breathing.
    “Prop him on his good side,” Micum advised.
    Alec positioned several pillows behind Seregil’s back to keep him lying on his unwounded side, then carefully began easing his wet, bloody shirt off. Seawater mixed with blood spread in a widening stain on the silk coverlet. In addition to the arrow in his side, Seregil had a thin, deep gash across his back where another arrow had clipped him, which would take sewing up. Seregil lay there, panting, but managed to push himself up enough for Alec to get the shirttail out from under him. Meanwhile, Micum rummaged through the clothes chest at the foot of the bunk and found a clean shirt. Alec pressed it around the remains of the arrow shaft to staunch what he could.
    Seregil grimaced. “Missed my lung, but I think I have some cracked ribs.” He held up his right hand, showing them his swollen middle finger. “This hurts like hell, too.”
    “You’ll have plenty of time to heal up, my friend,” Micumsaid, patting his foot. “We’re bound for home now, and well earned.”
    Presently a young man in a brown robe hurried in, the bronze serpent lemniscate of his profession swinging against his chest on its chain. “Lord Seregil, I’m honored—”
    “Rieser first,” said Micum. “He’s hurt worse than Lord Seregil.”
    “Are you sure, my lord?”
    “Go!” Seregil gritted out.
    “I’ll go sit with him,” said Micum. He limped away after the healer, leaving the door open behind him.
    Alec wrapped blankets around both of them and sat down on the edge of the bed. “How are you doing?” he asked, smoothing Seregil’s wet, tangled hair back from his face.
    Seregil grimaced, but it was mostly a smile. “Been better. Been worse. What happened to Rieser?”
    “Shot in the chest. He saved our lives back there, not to mention the books. I have to admit, I thought he really had run off.”
    “So did I.” Seregil closed his eyes, shivering. “It’s a good thing for us he didn’t. I wouldn’t want to go back to the Ebrados without him.”
    “No. You’re