Principia caught Ephanie’s eye and tilted her head significantly. The other private straightened up and stepped to the side, where the elf joined her.
Farah was busy tending to the girl’s injuries, which were extrely minor—no more than abrasions from the cords that had bound her wrists and ankles. She wasn’t even bruised, as far as they could see without further disrupting her clothing. She mostly appeared frightened, which was reasonable. Casey knelt beside her, murmuring encouragingly and keeping a steadying hand on her shoulder. rry stood to one side, lance in hand and eyes constantly roaming.
“What do you think?” Principia asked softly.
“I don’t know what to think,” Ephanie replied in the sa tone. “I can’t imagine her story being true, for reasons we’ve been over. But I don’t know how she got in that bag if it wasn’t, or why she would lie.”
Principia studied the shaking young woman critically. The girl lifted her eyes, noticing her stare, and quickly averted her gaze.
“This whole thing stinks,” she murmured. “She didn’t place herself in that bag, obviously. I’m sure the Sisters would have words with about victim-blaming, but I’m inclined to regard that girl as an accomplice in whatever we’re being herded into.”
Ephanie nodded, her expression dour.
They rejoined the group as Farah was helping the erstwhile captive to her feet.
“Can you tell us what happened, ma’am?” Casey asked. “I know this has been a hard day for you, but we need as much detail as you can rember if we’re going to help the others.”
“I…it was…” She broke off, swallowing, then nodded. “I’ll try.”
“What’s your na?” Farah asked gently.
“I’m Ami. Ami Talaari. I’m a student at the bardic college in Madouris.”
“That’s a good few miles from here,” Principia noted, raising her eyebrows. “Were you abducted from there?”
Ami shook her head. “No, I wasn’t far from here. At least, I don’t think… I was camping in the woods. It’s part of bard training, we do that regularly, but this was my first solo camp. Ah, where are we now, exactly?”
“Half a day’s walk from Tiraas itself, maybe a little more,” Casey replied, pointing. “That way, east by southeast. Or, there’s a longer but safer route; just head due south a couple of hours until you reach the highway and follow that back to the city. Don’t worry, we’ll take you there.”
“But the other girls!” Ami said, her eyes widening. “You can’t leave them!”
“We’re not going to,” Farah said firmly. “Please go on. How did you co to be in this bag?”
Ami swallowed again, closing her eyes and shuddering. “I was just walking, you know, practicing navigating, and they popped up out of nowhere. There were four, all Huntsn. With the fur and leather, you know, and the bows?”
“Out of nowhere?” rry asked, still scanning their surroundings.
“Well, I didn’t see or hear anything until they were right on top of . I guess professional Huntsn are more capable in the woods than an apprentice bard.”
“Go on,” Casey said encouragingly.
Ami wrung her hands in front of her, keeping her eyes down as she continued. “They wouldn’t talk to . Just slapped when I tried to yell or even talk, pushed along ahead with those bows. They put a blindfold on so I couldn’t see… It was at least an hour like that, I got completely turned around. But we ca to so kind of camp. At least, I could hear more n, and other girls. Crying, mostly.” She swallowed heavily and drew in a shuddering breath. “They hit us again when we tried to talk to each other. Then they put in that bag, and I could hear the other girls struggling as they were being tied up, too. They brought out here and…left. That was the last I heard until you ca along.”
Casey nodded solicitously. “Well, you’re safe now. We’ll take you back—”
“But the others!” Ami said, raising her head and staring up at her in alarm.
“We will rescue the others,” Farah said firmly, “but we’re not about to abandon you here in the forest, after all you’ve been through.”
“Can you give us any idea which way their camp might be?” Casey asked.
Ami shook her head. “I was in the bag when… I’m sorry, I don’t know.”
“It’s okay. We have trackers, we’ll find ’em. For now, we need to escort you back—”
“But who knows how long they have!” Ami said tremulously. “I don’t even know what they were doing with us. You can’t leave the others that long, they may be gone before you can co back with reinforcents!”
“You want to co with us, then?” rry asked mildly.
The girl blanched, shaking her head violently. “I can find my own way back, it’s no problem. South to the road, you said?”
“Yes,” Farah said slowly. “But—”
“Got it, that’s easy,” Ami said hastily, taking a step to the side. “South is…this way?”
“Right,” said Casey.
“Good, I’ll be safe once I reach the highway. Please hurry, you have to help the others! And thanks again!”
The five Legionnaires stood watching her as she vanished into the shady distance. The forest was well-cleared of underbrush; there wasn’t much to impede their view of her until she was lost among the trees.
“Well,” said Casey, “that was an abrupt exit. So!” She turned to face the others. “Shall we count all the ways that was full of shit?”
“That story was more holes than story,” Ephanie said, glaring after Ami. “She wasn’t blindfolded and hadn’t been beaten.”
“I’ve only had the basic first aid courses,” Farah added, “but I’m pretty sure she had not been tied in that bad all that long.”
“And Huntsn wouldn’t use their bows to push soone,” Ephanie said as an afterthought. “Their equipnt is fae-blessed and highly personal; they treat it with respect.”
“Seems really peculiar that she’d be so eager to go off alone into the woods after that alleged experience,” rry comnted. “Not to ntion the insistence that we go after the other girls right now, specifically without going for reinforcents.”
“Have you found sothing?” Ephanie asked Principia, who was prowling around the tree to which Ami had been tied, studying the ground.
“Well, the tracks don’t explicitly contradict her story,” the elf said, eyes still down. “At least, not all of it. She was put in the sack here, not dragged here in it.”
“She never said dragged,” rry pointed out. “Might have been carried.”
“There are two sets of tracks leading to this tree, and one matches her shoes,” Principia replied, pointing at the ground in the direction Ami had vanished. The others peered at the earth, then at each other, having failed to discern any clear footprints—the ground was dry and the springy moss and ground cover not conducive to leaving traces. “Plus… here’s where it was done, against the side of the tree there. And it doesn’t prove anything, strictly speaking, but I do not see signs of a struggle. She got in the bag willingly.”
“Could’ve been under duress,” said rry. “Just to play demon’s advocate.”
Principia nodded. “So, two possibilities. There is a very slim chance that we are actually dealing with rogue Huntsn in these woods, but a much greater likelihood that this is a trap aid at us specifically, in which case that girl has at least one accomplice.”
“Presumably others,” Farah said grimly. “Wouldn’t be much of a trap for the five of us if it’s just one.”
Prin nodded again. “In either case, we need to assu there are hostiles up ahead.”
“What if we broke off here?” rry suggested. “We’ve got a story from one witness which we can tell is a load of crap. Doesn’t the fact that we know it’s a trap give us cause not to charge into it?”
Ephanie sighed and shook her head. “The fudged details in Ami’s story are consistent with the kinds of things traumatized witnesses often co up with. Considering what’s at stake—half a dozen won allegedly abducted—we’d be considered derelict of duty at least if we didn’t investigate.”
“There is also the fact that this whole thing is stupid and an obvious setup,” Principia added. “If Syrinx can arrange to have us sent out on this bullshit, she can arrange to cast it in the worst possible light if we refuse to go for it. We’d better press on. Rember what I said, ladies: there’s a risk of physical harm, here, but also a very good chance this is a subtler kind of snare. Making us look bad would be more consistent with Syrinx’s pattern and better serve her goals than roughing us up. Still, be ready for anything.”
“Be ready for anything, she says,” rry groused. “I think that’s the most aningless statent ever uttered. How can you be ready for anything?”
Principia grinned at her before turning to study the ground again. “All right, well… The tracks co from this way, but after Ami was tied to the tree, they head off to the north… Avelea, fold up that bag and bring it along, will you? It’s evidence at minimum.”
“On it.”
“We’ve got our path before us, then, ladies,” Principia said, slinging her shield over her back. “Stay alert, call out if you spot anything. Keep in loose formation, but don’t spread out too far. Let’s move out.”
As they progressed through the trees, more signs appeared. Principia ntioned and pointed to other tracks in the vicinity, so crossing the one they followed, though only Ephanie could discern any of these, and not all of them. However, there appeared traces which were apparent to all of them in the form of more Shaathist talismans hung on the trees.
“This is alarming,” Ephanie said as they paused to study one of these. “I’m almost certain they’re genuine. Locke, do they have magic in them?”
“Yup, sa as the first one.”
Ephanie frowned. “If we’re assuming no actual Huntsn are working here… Just who has Syrinx hired and how did they get their hands on all these?”
“Can you tell anything about the pattern in which they’re placed?” Casey asked.
“It’s not necessarily done in a specific pattern,” said Ephanie. “Mostly just to define an area… I don’t think that’s what we’re seeing here, though, or we wouldn’t keep spotting them unless we happened to be skirting the periter of whatever’s going on…”
“Not impossible,” said Principia, pointing to the barely discernible path of crushed undergrowth she had been following. “We’re following this guy.”
“Also, that assus this is an actual Shaathist operation,” said Farah, “which I thought we weren’t assuming.”
“Right,” said Ephanie. “But this ans there are actual Shaathists at the back of this sowhere. Either corrupt enough to give out their talismans, which I can’t see happening…”
“Or going to be very pissed off when they find out about this?” Casey suggested. Ephanie nodded, her jaw set.
“Keep alert, ladies,” Principia murmured. “Theorizing is fine, but don’t forget to watch the trees.”
rry rolled her eyes, but nobody offered a reply. They followed her in silence, dutifully scanning the forest. There seed to be nothing in the vicinity but songbirds.
Less than five minutes later, Principia ca to a sudden halt, staring around.
“Um,” said Farah. “Are we there yet?”
“The trail ends here,” Principia said, frowning.
“What do you an, it ends?” rry demanded.
“Just that,” the elf said, exasperated. “It ends. Stops. There is no more trail.”
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“Are you sure you were following an actual trail, city elf?”
“Yes,” Prin said curtly, now bending forward to carefully examine the underbrush. “Stay back, don’t trample anything…”
“How could the trail just end?” Casey asked. “I an… There’s nobody here.”
Farah craned her neck back, peering into the trees above them.
With a sigh, Principia straightened up. “Well, there’s a simple enough explanation. Teleporting or shadow-jumping would do it. I was looking for so sign of either, but… It’s actually rare that they cause any after-effects to the environnt, and teleportation only leaves arcane traces for a few minutes.”
“Shit,” rry muttered. “You’re sure there was a—”
“Yes, I’m sure there was a trail!”
“Why go this far from the tree where they tied up Ami and then suddenly teleport out?” Ephanie asked, frowning.
“No telling,” Prin said, then sighed heavily. “But assuming that’s what happened, and I don’t have a better idea, it ans there was a mage involved in this. Or a warlock.”
“Portal mages co pretty cheap these days,” said Casey, “especially the less-than-reputable kind Syrinx would have to bribe to scry on us.”
“Well,” said Principia, “we have a couple of options, ladies, and both involve backtracking. We can go back and try one of the trails that crossed this one, which could be anybody at all… Or we can go all the way back to the tree where Ami was and follow her tracks and this one to wherever they ca from in the first place.”
“Co on, that’s not a choice,” rry said derisively. “Second option’s the only one that makes any sense.”
Casey heaved a sigh. “Well… Ti’s wasting, girls.”
Indeed, the afternoon was beginning to fade by the ti they returned to the tree still carrying scraps of cord which had held up the wilderbag. Principia stopped there, looking critically around.
“I’ve got a feeling we do not want to be out here doing this after dark,” she said.
“Agreed,” Ephanie said emphatically.
“Hang on,” Prin said, narrowing her eyes and turning to stare off into the woods. “Quiet for a mont, please.”
They waited while she stood stock-still, peering into the distant shadows, then suddenly started forward.
“You hear sothing?” Farah guessed, falling into step behind her.
“So kind of struggle up ahead,” Prin reported. “Stay alert.”
“We never stopped,” rry grumbled. “Too much staying alert is going to make my face freeze this way…”
“I bet you’re a joy to serve a night watch with,” Ephanie comnted.
The squad fell silent as they proceeded, catching Principia’s intent mood. They naturally slipped back into loose formation, moving through the forest in a rough arrowhead with the elf at its point.
Several minutes before catching sight of it, they could hear sounds from up ahead, in a rather creepy parallel of their initial discovery of Ami’s wilderbag. There was no voice this ti, however, and as they ca in sight of it through the screen of trees, they found another hanging wilderbag thrashing far more violently than Ami’s had been.
The squad stopped within ten yards of it, studying the bag intently. As they watched, it squird again, straining the cords binding it to the tree.
“See or hear anyone else nearby?” Casey asked in a whisper.
Principia shook her head. “Huntsn have ways around elvish senses. So do the Black Wreath.”
“Gods, don’t borrow trouble,” rry groaned. “Syrinx and the Huntsn are enough. Why would the—”
“I was just making the point that my senses may be sharper, but they aren’t infallible,” Principia said shortly. “Co on, sa as before. Watch for any traps or ambushes, but don’t dawdle.”
Again she led the way, approaching the bag cautiously with her squadmates fanned out, weapons aid at the surrounding forest.
“Take it easy in there,” Principia said quietly. “We’re here to help.”
The bag only thrashed harder. She glanced around at the others, then slung her shield on her back, planted her lance and drew her belt knife. When she touched the bag, however, its squirming redoubled, forcing her to step back.
“Calm,” Prin urged, frowning. “We’re with the Silver Legions. Hold still and I’ll have you out of there in a minute.”
If the ssage was even heard, the prisoner gave no sign, only thrashing harder. She narrowed her eyes, studying the wilderbag. “Avelea… Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Can you be more specific?” Ephanie asked, glancing over at her but imdiately returning her gaze to the forest.
“I…don’t think this is a person in here. The way it’s moving… Would actual Huntsn put a live animal in one of these bags?”
“Sure, there are several rites that call for that. It would make a lot more sense than putting won in them.”
“Hm… Have a care, ladies, I’m not sure what’s about to co out of here.”
Tucking her knife back into its sheath, she shimmied lightly up the tree and out onto the branch to which its drawstring was tied, seemingly unhampered by her armor. A few quick strokes severed the cords, loosening the top of the wilderbag.
It was still tied to the tree, but no longer secured at the top. Almost imdiately, the thrashing of the bag’s occupant wrenched open its mouth, and a pair a flailing hooves attached to slender legs appeared.
“Yikes,” said Casey, backing away. “Good call, Locke.”
“Should we—” Farah broke off as the fawn got its head out, managing to hook one long foreleg over the lip of the wilderbag. From there it only had to flail for a few more monts before finally dragging itself free and tumbling gracelessly to the ground.
The four Legionnaires on the ground backed further away, Principia remaining on her perch up above, as the fawn rolled to its feet. It took one look at them and bounded off into the woods.
“Aww,” Farah cooed, gazing avidly after the creature. “It’s adorable!”
“You are such a girl,” rry comnted.
An arrow thunked into the tree next to her head.
Reflex took over; instantly they all had shields and lances up, falling into formation facing the direction from which the arrow had co. Afternoon was fading into early evening; the shadows beneath the trees had deepened, revealing nothing of their attacker.
Then Principia hit the ground beside them, her own shield already out; no sooner had she landed than another arrow slamd into it.
“We’re flanked!” she snapped. “Crescent! Form up on the tree!”
She snagged her lance out of the earth and slipped into their line even as it bent backward, wrapping them into an arc with the thick old oak at their backs. It was a purely defensive formation; keeping their shields locked together in a convex arc that tight cramd them so closely together that none had room to draw swords, or even thrust with their lances. This was done only when taking fire from multiple directions, to buy a squad ti to identify their attacker’s positions and adjust their formation accordingly. Unfortunately, the size of their squad severely limited their options; five won simply couldn’t form a shield wall large enough to protect in multiple directions.
“You dare?” roared a voice out of the darkness. Another arrow slamd into Ephanie’s shield, followed by more, striking them from three directions.
“Three angles of attack,” Ephanie said tersely. “On my signal, form a long wedge—Locke, you’re point, aid at the center—” She broke off with a grunt as another arrow thudded into her shield. “Then step left past the tree and retreat. Ready?”
“Wait,” Farah said tersely. “Try talking to them, Avelea! You know sothing of their ways, don’t you?”
“These can’t actually be Huntsn—”
Principia hissed in displeasure as an arrow slipped through a minute gap in their shield wall, grazing her helt. “They’re not elves, and nobody else still handles bows this accurately.”
“Hold your fire!” Ephanie shouted. “Parley!”
“You can parley with the damned, slattern!” snarled the voice which had first spoken.
Imdiately after that proclamation, a ghost wolf bounded out of the trees, landing before them with its hackles raised, snarling.
“We an you no harm!” Ephanie tried again.
“You defile our hunt, and dare claim that?” demanded another voice. Finally, a figure erged from the dimness. It was a Huntsman of Shaath, all right, or at least appeared to be. He wore a ragged pelt over his sturdy leather armor, carrying a bow with arrow nocked and aid at them. Beneath a snarling cap made from a bear’s head, his bearded face was painted with lines of green and black.
“Oh, shit,” Principia whispered. “I see what she did.”
“What?” rry demanded.
“Those who defile the hunt shall beco the hunted!” bellowed the first voice, its owner appearing. He was an older man, his beard more than half-gray, but looked no less sturdy than the other, and if anything, more angry. He also had a bow trained on their tiny formation. Around them, other figures began to materialize from the woods.
“Girls,” Principia said tersely, “I need you to trust , here. If you value your lives, do as I do.”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” rry grated.
Principia raised her voice. “We surrender!”
With that, she lowered her shield, dropping her lance, and placed her hands atop her helt.
“We what?” rry snarled.
Ephanie imdiately followed suit, however, dropping her weapons and putting her hands on her head. The Huntsn slowed, a few of them narrowing their eyes to study the Legionnaires suspiciously.
Farah and Casey exchanged a wide-eyed stare, then slowly followed Principia’s example. rry was the last, cursing under her breath the whole ti. “So help , Locke, if this gets us killed I’m haunting your ass…”
The five Legionnaires were already down on one knee due to their defensive posture, having braced shields against the ground. With their weapons down, they were in an obviously submissive position, and keenly aware of their vulnerability. At the range into which the encircling Huntsn now stepped, even their armor might not have stopped one of those arrows, and these archers were more than capable of aiming for exposed flesh through the gaps.
There was also the ghost wolf, which still snarled, but had yet to attack.
The older man stalked forward, baring his teach in a furious growl. “None of your tricks, Avenist harlots! Draw your blades and die like warriors.”
“Stop!” shouted another voice.
From the half-dozen Huntsn now encircling the Legionnaires, a much younger man stepped forward. Indeed, “man” might have been a generous description; he was clearly well under twenty, with a short and patchy beard. He, too, had an arrow nocked, but unlike his compatriots, his bow was aid at the ground and not drawn.
“Hold, Grauvan,” the youth ordered. “They surrendered.”
“We are not Avenists, pup!” the old man spat. “We do not accept terms from deviants and defilers. Those who defy the Wild die beneath its fangs!”
“This is my rite,” the young man shot back, stalking right up to him. “That was my catch they despoiled.”
“You be mindful of your elders, boy!” the gray-bearded one roared, turning to face him. “You are in no position to challenge !”
“I will not be party to the killing of disard, kneeling won!” the youth shouted right back, stomping forward and pushing himself into his elder’s face. “Before I see Shaath’s honor defiled this way, I will put an arrow in you myself!”
“You dare offer—”
“ENOUGH!”
Silence fell, and two more figures entered the scene.
The assembled Huntsn respectfully made way for them, most finally lowering their weapons, though one kept the five Legionnaires covered. A tall, powerfully built man strode straight into the middle of the scene, followed by a beardless fellow, both also carrying bows.
“It seems I am barely in ti to prevent a true disgrace,” the tall one growled. “Well spoken, Tholi. Grauvan, you are justly rebuked by the lad—think on that. That we are not soldiers does not entitle us to be monsters. There will be no violence toward surrendered enemies.”
“As you say, Brother Andros,” Grauvan said curtly, stepping back from him. He did not lower his head or eyes, though, holding Andros’s gaze with his own.
The Bishop stared right back at him for a long mont before turning to the young man. “Explain this display, Tholi.”
“We ca upon these won interfering with my hunt,” the youth reported, casting a contemptuous glance at the five kneeling Legionnaires. “They destroyed my wilderbag and freed the offering I had placed within. Grauvan and Rhein fired upon them, they made a defensive posture, and then surrendered.” He glanced over at them again, this ti more critically. “Apparently without injury.”
Andros turned to study the soldiers. “Do you contest this account?”
“No, your Grace,” Principia said imdiately. “However, there’s—” She broke off as he peremptorily held up a hand.
“Remove your helts,” the Bishop ordered.
Principia did so imdiately, prompting murmurs from the gathered Huntsn as her ears were revealed, followed more slowly by her squadmates. This ti, Ephanie was the last to comply.
Andros fixed his gaze on her specifically, a heavy frown falling over his features.
“Ephanie,” he said in a deep tone of patrician disappointnt. “Does Feldren know where you are?”
“With all respect, your Grace,” she said stiffly, “it is no longer Feldren’s concern what I do. Or yours.”
“Hnh,” he grunted. “That is clearly not the case if you are interfering in the rites of the Huntsn. You, girl.” He returned his stare to Principia. “Explain yourself, quickly.”
“We were dispatched to this forest,” she said imdiately, “to investigate rumors that Huntsn had been abducting won.”
“Lies!” Grauvan burst out. Andros held up a hand to silence him, nodding at Principia to continue.
“Earlier today,” she said, “we found a young woman suspended from a tree in a wilderbag—”
“This is slanderous filth! I will not—”
“You will be silent!” Andros roared, turning the full force of his glare upon Grauvan. “I will hear their account before I judge it. Go on, girl.”
“She was in a bag,” Principia said, keeping a careful eye on the bristling Grauvan. “When we cut her loose, she claid to have been abducted and held against her will by Huntsn, along with several other won.” Angry murmurs rose from the other n present.
“And where is this girl now?” Andros demanded.
“Absent,” Principia said flatly. “In fact, she was oddly insistent on leaving, alone, as soon as she was freed. Your Grace… We were regarding this assignnt as a re formality to begin with. As Private Avelea explained, the idea that Huntsn would be taking won was highly improbable.”
“To say the least,” Andros rumbled, giving Ephanie another look.
“The girl we rescued,” Principia went on, “made us revise our assumption. She claid to have been abused in ways for which she bore no marks, and the fact that she was eager to go off alone in the forest among allegedly predatory Huntsn was telling. It’s our opinion this is all so kind of trick.”
A few monts of quiet fell, in which mutters were exchanged among the Huntsn present. Andros simply frowned, studying Princpia in silence. The beardless man who had accompanied him paced forward slowly, examining the kneeling won with a more calm expression than any of his compatriots wore.
Finally, Andros nodded as if coming to a conclusion, and spoke. “n, lower your weapons. Girls, you may stand, and take up yours.”
“You don’t believe this fairy tale?!” Grauvan burst out.
Andros gave him another withering look. “Know your enemies, Grauvan, and do not assign faults to them that they don’t possess out of your own dislike. That is the path toward defeat. For all their failings, the Silver Legions are not prone toward elaborate intrigues, or deceitfulness in general.” He returned a more contemplative gaze to the five soldiers as they slowly straightened up and retrieved their lances and shields, the last Huntsman having lowered his bow. “I find it no stretch to believe they were tricked. These girls are not our enemy, n. Furthermore, upon realizing their mistake, they offered a proper show of submission, which shows honor and an unusual degree of good sense for Legionnaires.”
“Nice to be appreciated,” rry muttered sullenly. Ephanie gave her a sharp look and shook her head.
“I don’t know whether this trap was aid at the Legion or the Huntsn,” Andros continued, his face falling into a deep scowl, “but whoever the target, soone has taken the Huntsn of Shaath for fools. This urgently requires correction. Tholi!”
“Yes, Brother Andros?” the young man replied.
“I’m afraid fate has spoiled your rite; it will have to be redone another ti. For now…”
“For now,” Tholi said, a grin breaking across his features, “we hunt?”
Andros nodded firmly. “We hunt.”
“WE HUNT!” roared the assembled Huntsn in unison. As one, they turned and ford into a loose ring, surrounding the five Legionnaires.
“Oh, good,” Farah mumbled warily, “they hunt.”
“Peace,” Ephanie murmured. “Don’t be provocative.”
“Co,” Andros said curtly to the soldiers. “We will return to Tiraas, and seek out the one who has arranged this. Do you know who might attempt such a prank?”
The two groups set into motion, eying each other warily as they walked. The Huntsn remained in a wider ring, ranging before, behind and to the sides of the group and keeping the Legionnaires encircled in their center.
“That’s a deceptively complex question, your Grace,” Principia said carefully.
He grunted. “No, it isn’t.”
“What I an,” she said, “is that we’re in a rather tense position. Making anything that might amount to an accusation could have severe consequences for us. Especially since we don’t have evidence to prove one.”
Andros glanced at her. “I am no stranger to the politics of Tiraas, girl. Anything you say to will go no further. Give a direction in which to hunt, and I will find the tracks you need. I infer, from your guarded comnts, that you know such a direction?”
Prin glanced over her shoulder at her squadmates. Ephanie nodded encouragingly.
“Just out of curiosity, your Grace,” Principia said, “are you acquainted at all with Bishop Syrinx?”
Andros’s frown deepened into a truly fearso scowl. He drew in a long breath and let it out in an explosive sigh that ruffled his beard.
“So,” he growled, “the plot thins.”
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