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What a fool Theucinda was! That girl could never understand that it had been easy to leave the Eagles and ride aith Sanglant, back when Sanglant had been nothing ons

"I will not be defeated by this," she said, and she listened, hoping the wind had an answer for her, but naturally it did not

IV

FOOL’S ERRAND

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WHERE they first caught sight of the cathedral tower the road bent through the remains of an old oak wood, now eaten in fro

"God spare us!" Atto exclaimed "Mara! Look!"

She stopped obediently and lifted her head Midway through pregnancy, she was also weary and dirty "Are we there yet?" she asked as she squinted into the distance

"Look how tall!" exclaih and not have it fall? All of stone!"

"Yes, truly," she said in a bright voice as her gaze tracked over the tops of trees and the wash of sky without stopping on the tower Finally she looked at Atto, waiting for hi

The cathedral was easily seen in a gap between trees Smoke drifted out of the cover of wood, but those streamers could not conceal the massive block of stone that marked the bell tower, fully three stories tall The clouds lay in a high gray-white sheet across the heavens; hter today than it had been yesterday, although it was certainly no warmer

"Can you see the tower, Mara?" Alain asked in a low voice that Atto, still exclaied, but he had learned enough about her in the past few days to understand that she never contradicted Atto and never said one word that e to Alain that Atto took no notice of the way she could not see things far away

Atto sniffed "What’s that up ahead? I smell woodsmoke And shit"

Alain smelled it, too, and more besides, a pall in the air that he had come to associate with despair He started forward, but Mara did not walk until Atto told her to, and she hung between the two men, nervous of the hounds and shy of each footfall She had brown hair pulled back away from her face and mostly covered by a scarf, and a pleasant face at its liveliest when she was exclai over the beauty of flowers, but her shoulders were hunched all the ti if it is about to be scolded Alain pitied her, caught between two strong-minded men, yet he also wondered ould happen if she ever spoke up for herself

The hounds, ranging ahead, loped back with ears raised and noses testing the breeze Where the path bent under the trees they ca of settlement, hovels built out of crooked branches and roofed with patched canvas or tightly woven saplings smeared with leaves mixed into mud, now dry The woods had been hacked back around the shantytown, leaving gaping holes in the canopy Therehere, huddled in threadbare cloaks, staring at the travelers with the nuer It stank, and it seemed people had done little ed shelters to relieve the one spot for refuse What possessions they owned sat in baskets or chipped pots In one cage, guarded by a young man with a sharpened stick, rested a scrawny hen Children crouched in the dirt and did not sca the path as healthy, curious children do when travelers pass by This lapse caused even Atto to look nervous He slaround with every other step so everyone would see they were armed Mara covered her nose andeither cries or retches

The people watched as they passed None spoke or le pit dug into the ground and fueled by s hiiven up hope They did not stir until they heard a new sound

It came first as a hollow rat-a-tat, as if a distant woodpecker dru call Alain was so surprised to hear bird life that he halted and tilted his head, seeking the direction of the sound All around the hush deepened One woasped audibly Goaded by that noise, people stu children and sacks and baskets They bolted for the shelter of the woods By the ti and laughing, the clearing was eotten little child sat on its naked rump with hands balled into fists and face red as it bawled in terror

"We should have run," whispered Mara, tre as she clutched Atto’s arm