Friday, April 20, 2012
She smiled in bewilderment.
She smiled in bewilderment.
And then she saw the dark shadow high overhead winging
its way toward her, slow and lazy and as inevitable as winter
cold. Her heart lurched in dismay as she watched it take shape.
Not for a second did she think it was one of the Wing Riders
come in search of her. Not for an instant did she mistake it for
a friend. It was Gloon she was seeing. She knew him instantly.
She recognized the blocky muscled body, the jut of the war
shrike's fierce crested head, the sharp hook of the broad wings.
She swallowed against her fear. No wonder the Seekers had
fallen back. There was no need to hurry with Gloon to hunt
her down.
Tib Ame would be riding him, of course. In her mind she
saw the boy's chameleon face, first friend, then foe; human,
then Shadowen. She could hear his grating laughter, feel the
heat of his breath on her face as he struck her, taste the blood
in her mouth from the blows ...
She looked about for a place to hide and quickly discarded
the idea. She was already seen, and wherever she hid she
would be found. She could either run or fight-and she was
tired of running.
She reached down into her tunic and took out the Elfstones.
She balanced them in her hand, as if the weight of their magic
could be determined and so the outcome of her battle decided
early. She glanced west to the horizon, but there was nothing
to see, the forests still lost below the horizon. No one would
be searching for her anyway-not this far out and not at night.
She gritted her teeth, thinking of Garth again, wondering what
he would do. She watched Gloon wing his way closer, taking
his time, riding the wind currents smoothly, easily, confident in
his power and skill, in what he could do.
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