White Road

I telling him at all?
he wondered, even as he said it.
    “So you said, soon after we met.”
    Did I? My mind is wandering. It must be the fever talking
. It was far better to tell himself that than admit that he’d come to admire Seregil and his friends—even Micum Cavish. It was hard not to, when you’d fought for your very lives together.
    He was beginning to doubt he’d live long enough to die among his own people.
    Alec left Seregil to tend Rieser at the inn they’d taken for the night and went to the Sea Horse with Micum to see about the horses they’d boarded there. The stable hand had kept his word, or the fee they’d paid had been high enough. Either way, Patch and the others were sound and glossier than they’d been when they left. Seregil had offered to buy Rhal’s men horses, but apart from their captain, none of them were horsemen.
    Patch was glad to see Alec, and gave his belt a good nip before she nuzzled the apple from his pocket.
    “There’s a small cart out in back,” Micum told him. “I don’t think Rieser will make it any other way—What are you frowning about?”
    “When we first met him, he’d have killed you without a second thought. I never expected to see you two friends.”
    “I wouldn’t call us friends, exactly. But he’s a brave man and a good fighter. I was glad to have him at my back when things got tight back at the cottage. What that will count for once we get him back to his people, though? I’m not going to assume too much.”
    “Did Seregil tell you what I decided about Sebrahn?”
    “No, but judging by that long face, you’ve decided to give him up.”
    “Yes. So there’s just the matter of whether they’ll let me go. Rieser won’t give me a straight answer about that, but maybe it’s not completely up to him. It’s a good thing Rhal and the others are coming with us.”
    Micum rubbed a hand over his short beard. “I’ve been wondering that myself. But I figure we’ll have better luck if we show up with their leader alive.”
    Seregil had said the same.
    The cart was cheaply got. Seregil put Star between the traces and saddled Cynril. The long rest aboard the
Lady
and the drysian’s good care had him nearly mended, and he was able to ride without much discomfort.
    They made Rieser as comfortable as they could with their packs and bedrolls, but every bump and jolt took its toll. Micum drove the cart and Alec and Seregil rode beside it, watchful for trouble. With Rhal and his men strung out behind them on foot, they made a respectable-looking force.
    Rieser lay very still, his sunken eyes closed most of the time. As the day wore on he spoke less and less, and the fever spots in his pale cheeks spread in angry patches.
    They made camp that night beside a stream, but Rieser wouldn’t drink, not even the tinctures Konthus had sent with them to ease his pain. Seregil was sitting in the wagon with him late that night when the man woke with a start and grabbed his arm.
    “Promise me—” he whispered through cracked lips.
    “What?” asked Seregil, leaning down to hear.
    “If I die—I had a dream. Don’t let your tayan’gil bring me back if I die.”
    Seregil didn’t bother arguing with him. There was a good chance the man wouldn’t see another sunrise. “Why not?” he asked, curious.
    “It’s not—not meant to be that way. It’s wrong.”
    “But why wouldn’t you want to live if you could? Alec is no different than he was before.”
    Rieser stared up at him with fever bright eyes and rasped, “Honor this request. That’s all I ask of you.”
    Seregil touched the man’s hot hand. “You have my word, Rieser í Stellen.”
    He wasn’t sure if Rieser heard him or not. Seregil sat with him for some time, pondering Rieser’s words. He’d never questioned whether it was right or wrong to bring Alec backfrom Bilairy’s gate. All he cared about was that Alec was still with him.
    And let’s not wonder if a tayan’gil’s magic wears off, like Thero’s did on Sebrahn
.
    Was there something more than simple superstition behind Rieser’s request? He wondered if Rieser would tell him his dream. Of course, if the man died tonight, then he’d never know.
    But Rieser did live through the night, though he remained unconscious as they set out for the Ebrados camp, rousing just often enough to take water to keep life in his body.
    They approached the forest’s edge late that afternoon and spotted masked riders. Instead of coming to greet