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M. Mathias: Through the Wildwood

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“Climb up behind me, Gallarael,” Vanx commanded softly. “There are trolls about.” To punctuate the statement, a troll was suddenly running at them. In the span of a heartbeat, Vanx loosed the arrow he had drawn, hit the beast right in its heart, and drew another arrow.

“You’ll save Trevin, too,” she said with pleading eyes. “He’s a good man.”

“A good man pointing a sword at me.” Vanx suddenly lifted his aim again and loosed an arrow that passed a finger’s breadth above the guard’s head. Behind them, a troll crashed to the ground and howled out in pain. The guard tried to seize the moment and charged. The young haulkatten moved its big head in the way in an attempt to protect its rider, but it was unnecessary; Vanx already had another arrow nocked and aimed.

“Stop it, Trev.” Gallarael stepped up to the soldier. “Your blade, please.”

Apparently the trolls had gotten hold of the bandit archers; even so, Vanx had no desire to stay there. A glance at Gallarael’s pleading expression broke him. A moment later the young haulkatten was carrying him, Trevin, and Gallarael into the darkness surrounding the lower foothills.


Captain Moyle caught a glimpse of them as they faded into the dancing shadows thrown by Amden Gore’s sizzling body. Moyle was smart enough to stay put, though. He knew that the trolls were still feeding on the numerous corpses but would stop to kill him if they saw him. In his day he had seen the aftermaths of many a troll attack. If he and the apprentice boy stayed still in the tent, the trolls would most likely eat their fill and move on. He hoped he could track down a horse or a haulkatten when the sun came up. The important thing was that Gallarael was still alive. Once he found a mount, he could track down the slave who had nabbed her, kill him, and gain all the favor the duke could muster. As the night wore on he even entertained hopes of winning Gallarael’s heart in the process.

“What’s happening?” the sniffling young man asked. “Are they coming for us?”

“Shut it,” Moyle hissed through clenched teeth. He had forgotten about the boy. “Sit still and keep your mouth shut or we’ll both be troll shit by the morning.” Moyle decided then and there that he might have to kill the lad. Once he saw the corpses of the duke’s bandits, he would be a liability. He would wait until they found one of the escaped animals, though. Four eyes looking for a scared horse or a skittish haulkatten would be better than just two. The boy sniffled loudly, then sobbed. Moyle turned and with the back of his hand smacked him across the face.

“What’s your name?” Moyle whispered.

“Darbon,” the adolescent whimpered.

“If you make another sound, Darbon, I will kill you where you sit.”


Matty and one of Captain Moyle’s guards had been off behind the picketed horses when the trolls came. Half naked and rolling in the rocky shrubs, they hadn’t even noticed the attack until a stalking troll crept right past them. The guard, Gregon, quickly lost his interest in the one-handed whore, but only for the moment. After the sounds of battle erupted and the trolls began to howl, he took Matty and two of the horses and fled. He had to take the extra horse because Matty was in leg chains and couldn’t straddle a saddle. He threw her over the second horse like a sack of grain and led the animal east down the bandit trail, not the well-traveled road. As soon as they had some distance between themselves and the massacre, he turned them south right into the wilderness. Gregon hoped to find a place to camp and spend a few days alone with the whore. He would grow bored of her, kill her and then cut himself. He would tell the Duke that he narrowly escaped the attack. Hell, he thought. He might even be able to get some stripes on his sleeve. When he got back to Highlake, he would be a bloodied veteran.

“You’re-a fargin-bastard-” Matty grunted between the horses bouncing steps. “This-fargin-hurts.”

“Hush woman,” Gregon said. “We’re not out of harm’s way yet. I’ll break your chains as soon as I can.”

A few moments later a low, rumbling growl confirmed his assessment. The sound came from not far behind them and served to give Matty the will to bite her tongue no matter how uncomfortable she was. It also served to hasten Gregon’s pace as they twisted and turned out into uncharted territory.


Vanx hissed to quiet the argument going on between Trevin and Gallarael. It turned out that the two of them were secret lovers. Vanx had the urge to tell the young guard an old saying that kept repeating in his mind: Like mother like daughter, but he held his tongue.

He heard something not far ahead of them: voices. Thinking that it might be more of Duke Martin’s bandits, he left the trail, heading north toward Andwyn. This seemed to lift the spirits of his two passengers. He didn’t have the heart to tell them that it was only a false trail he was creating. In a few minutes they were going to backtrack south into the Wilds.



CHAPTER FOUR

I picked a special flower

to make my Molly purr

but right after she kissed me

she said two coppers sir.

— Parydon Cobbles

Gallarael jerked awake. The moon was low in the sky and the sounds of the night-the chirps, hisses and resounding croaks, wafted on the cool, late-spring breeze. The smooth, rolling gait of the haulkatten rocked her body gently back against Trevin. Reflexively, he tightened his arms around her waist in a reassuring hug. This caused her to smile and she leaned into him as the memory of her situation came to her.

“I feel like I’ve slept the night away and yet the moon has barely risen,” she observed in a whisper.

“It’s almost dawn, my lady,” Trevin replied hesitantly. “The slave switched us back the other direction several hours ago.”

“What?”

“Shhh!” Vanx hissed from his place in front of her in the hauler’s saddle. “You’ll wake the night beasts.”

“It’s night, fool,” Gallarael snapped back at Vanx. “They should already be awake.” The realization of the truth of her own statement caused her to lower her voice as she continued. “Are we in the Wilds then?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Yup,” Vanx answered. “And heading directly for Dyntalla so we can catch a ship to Parydon Isle.”

“Parydon?” She scrunched up her face trying to figure out why. Trevin started in with the answer after putting her hood back over her head.

“We have to hide your hair, my lady, for it shines like gold in the moonlight.”

Vanx snorted at the smitten guard’s words.

“Those men that attacked, they were your father’s men,” said Trevin. “Vanx says that they were sent to kill him for what he and your — your mother did to the duke’s honor.”

“Those were trolls that attacked,” Gallarael said defensively. She knew she’d seen a troll. “My father doesn’t command mountain creatures.”

“Trolls don’t use bows, girl,” Vanx chuckled over his shoulder. “The bandits sent to murder me were careless. They were followed right into our camp by the bloodthirsty fiends.” The emphasis he put on the word murder wasn’t lost on her. “The bandits killed Amden and the rest of the slaves before the trolls descended on the mess.”

“Oh, the poor captain, and Sterven Trent,” Gallarael leaned deeper into Trevin. “He was a good man, one of mother’s favorites.”

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