John Gwynne - Malice

Shouting drew his attention back and he saw a handful of bandits running from the camp, Braith and Morcant amongst them. Marrock was nearby with Halion and Conall, as they clustered around the women.

Marrock held Alona and grinned at her. She smiled back, hugged him and kissed his cheek.

Of the twelve warriors of Ardan that Marrock had picked, only four were still breathing. Halion signalled to Conall and they moved to the edge of the camp, scanning the trees in the direction of the fugitives.

Corban suddenly realized Camlin was still there, looking confused. Marrock raised his sword.

‘No!’ Alona cried. ‘This man saved us. They were going to kill Cywen. He protected her, protected us .’

Marrock frowned, sword still raised. ‘Why?’

Camlin shrugged. ‘Still asking myself that one,’ he said. ‘It just happened.’

‘I am in his debt,’ Alona said firmly.

‘So, what do we do with him?’ Marrock asked.

‘They’re coming back!’ Halion shouted from amongst the trees. There was a whirring sound, Alona staggered and fell against a tree, an arrow sprouting from her back. Edana screamed.

‘Out of here!’ Marrock yelled. He grabbed Alona, put her over his shoulder and ran into the forest.

Edana and Cywen stumbled after them. Camlin stood for a moment, then followed Conall as he ran back towards his brother. Corban hesitated, staring back at the sounds of battle, and caught a glimpse of Halion amongst the trees. Then he followed the girls into the shadows, with Gar and Storm close behind.

CORBAN

Figures flitted ahead of Corban, moving through the trees, and soon he was close behind Cywen. For a long time they just kept moving, the sounds of battle behind them long since faded into nothing. Marrock set their pace, carrying Alona and refusing to let anyone else take her from him. Eventually he staggered and almost dropped her and so they stopped, gasping for breath, Corban flopping to the ground beside Cywen. He reached out and squeezed her hand.

She looked at him, face dirty, eyes red-rimmed. ‘I did not think I would see you again,’ she said, smiling weakly.

‘Storm led us to you,’ he said, the wolven nudging Cywen with her muzzle.

‘How is she here?’ Cywen asked, tugging at one of Storm’s ears.

‘She followed us, from the Baglun. Are you hurt?’

‘Me? No,’ Cywen muttered, then her eyes filled, tears rolling down her cheek. ‘Ronan. .’ she whispered.

‘I know. We found him. .’ Corban said, but could find no more words.

‘We must keep moving,’ Marrock said, cradling Alona in his lap. She was white faced and unconscious, with hair plastered to her face. Edana sat beside her, stroking Alona’s brow, face almost as pale as her mother’s.

‘You cannot carry her all the way to Ardan,’ Gar said.

‘I can and I will,’ Marrock said.

‘No. You will slow us. If we are being tracked we will outrun no one.’

Marrock glared at Gar but said nothing.

‘Let us make a litter from our cloaks,’ Gar said. ‘Two can carry her easier than one, and she will be more comfortable.’

Marrock was silent a moment, then nodded curtly.

Quickly they made a rough litter. Marrock snapped the arrow in Alona’s back and positioned her as well as he could, then they set off again. Corban led with Storm, with Marrock and Gar carrying Alona. They continued like this a long while. Gar was at the back of the small column again when he called out.

‘Someone is coming, behind us.’

They picked up their pace, Corban feeling fear return in stomach-churning force.

‘They are gaining,’ Gar called out again. Marrock cursed, called a halt, and they turned to face their pursuers, lined protectively before Alona and the girls. Corban drew his sword and swallowed.

The sound of running feet grew louder, fast-moving figures glimpsed amongst the trees, then suddenly Conall was there, grinning between gasping breaths, Camlin behind him, Halion last of all. There had been two other warriors of Ardan still standing when Corban had run from the glade, but they were nowhere to be seen now.

‘For. . a bunch of. . women, bairns and. . cripples, you can. . set a fair. . pace,’ Conall said, resting his hands on his knees. Despite himself, Corban grinned.

‘Are you followed?’ Marrock barked.

Halion shook his head. ‘I think not. We fought long and hard. Two of our number fell. I only saw a few of our enemy that fled.’ He grimaced. ‘I don’t think they’ll be back again.’

‘Good,’ said Marrock, and slapped Halion’s arm.

They rested a while, then, passing round water skins and strips of dried meat, Corban felt the fear of moments before melting away, exhaustion taking its place.

‘Rhin shall pay for this,’ Edana said, sitting and holding her mother’s hand. The queen’s breathing was ragged, blood at the corner of her mouth.

‘What do you mean, Rhin ?’ Corban said. ‘It is Owain that has done. .’ he trailed off, looking at Alona. ‘I saw Morcant, Rhin’s champion, back there.’

‘That’s right,’ Edana said. ‘Rhin is behind this. The red cloaks were to cast the blame on Owain. Why, I do not know, but it is Rhin’s work.’

‘She speaks true,’ Camlin said. He had been silent until now, sipping slowly from a water skin, sitting apart from them.

‘Why?’ asked Marrock.

‘She wants Narvon and Ardan,’ the woodsman said. ‘Thinks if Brenin and Owain try an’ kill each other she’ll have an easier time taking their torcs come the end of it.’

‘So why have you joined us?’ Marrock said, looking suspiciously at the woodsman.

Camlin shrugged. ‘Wouldn’t exactly put it like that.’ He scratched his chin. ‘Same as you, I’ve just found out Rhin was pulling the strings here. Somethin’ I don’t like ’bout that.’ He paused. ‘An’ that Morcant, Rhin’s champion — just couldn’t stomach takin’ orders from him.’

Conall chuckled.

‘And that’s why you changed sides?’ Marrock pressed, still frowning.

‘I’m not on any side,’ the woodsman said. ‘’Cept my own. But, aye, that’s why I did what I did. That an’ her.’ He pointed at Cywen. ‘Morcant was going to kill her,’ he said, holding Marrock’s gaze. ‘I don’t take with killing women and bairns. And you’ve got a mouth on you, girl. Might be an idea t’think before you speak, in future.’

‘As if she’s never heard that before,’ Corban said to Gar.

Alona moaned.

‘We must get her back to Ardan. As soon as possible,’ Halion said.

‘Why not Uthandun?’ Conall asked. ‘It’s nearer, and now we know it’s not Owain that’s betrayed us.’

‘We don’t know what happened when Pendathran went back there,’ Marrock said. ‘My uncle is not diplomatic . Owain may have new cause to bear us a grudge.’

‘Uthandun would be unwise,’ Camlin muttered.

‘Why?’ growled Marrock.

‘Just something Braith said. Rhin had more’n one trick up her sleeve, I think.’

‘So we must head for Ardan, then,’ Gar said.

‘That’s a long walk,’ Camlin said grimly. ‘I’ll take you, though. If you’ll trust me.’

‘How long will it take us?’ Marrock asked.

‘Depends. We could cut to the giantsway, then we’d make good time, but Owain may be watching it, or Rhin. If we march as the crow flies to Badun, carrying her all the way, maybe five, six nights.’

‘That’s too long,’ Marrock said.

Camlin shrugged. ‘Risk the road, cut it down to three nights.’

Just then Storm looked up, and whined. Corban saw movement in the branches above, then flapping heralded the arrival of an old, ragged crow. It landed on a branch just above Corban’s head and began squawking.