remember you.â
âBut they were looking for Trendle Treeband,â Colm whispered back.
âFaces are harder to change than names,â Finn replied. The rogue straightened himself out, wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and tucked his knife back into his boot. He walked a few paces from the three bound men, and Colm hurried to catch up.
âIs it true?â Colm asked. âDid you really cheat those men?â
âIt was a long time ago.â
âHe said it was only three years.â
âA long time,â Finn said, taking the three swords from Colm and adding them to the pile beside the tree. Colm looked at them, licking his lips. It couldnât hurt to ask, could it?
âI donât suppose, I could, you know . . .â
Finn followed his gaze and then shook his head. âThese are broadswords. Heavy and cumbersome. Youâd be stabbed six times before you even got it out of its scabbard. When the time comesâ if the time comesâwe will find a weapon suited to your stature. Now.â He stretched, as if he had just woken up. âIf this little detour is finished, we should be on our way. We still have a long road ahead of us.â
Colm nodded, then looked at the three horses picking their way through the grass, loyal enough to their riders not to stray far. Colm pointed to them. âIâve ridden horses before,â he said. âWe used to have oneâtwo, in factâbut we had to sell them. It might be faster . . .â
âNo doubt it would be faster,â Finn agreed. âExcept that would be stealing. Horses are neither rare nor unique, and they wonât get us anywhere that our own feet canât. The penalty for horse thieving is almost always death, and Iâve already had one close encounter with him today. Besides, I think it best if we get off the road for a bit.â
Colm shouldered his sack and followed Finn into the fields, glancing back with apprehension at the three half-nakedmen bound to the tree. Colm had witnessed fights beforeâa couple of men with too much ale in their bellies, tumbling through the dust in the village squareâbut he had never seen anything like that. Engineering and economics were his specialties, but it was clear that Finn Argos had spent some time mastering the blade hanging from his belt as well.
Colm ran to catch up to the rogue. He knew he should heed his fatherâs advice and keep some distance, especially given what heâd just seen. Except this man with at least two names, and probably many more besides, had saved Colmâs hand and his familyâs reputation. And now he had also saved Colmâs life.
Not to mention he still had Colmâs coin.
4
THE TEST THAT WASNâT AND THE ONE THAT WAS
T hanks to Colmâs eight sisters, most of the too-thin Candorly library was filled with fanciful tales of royal romances or tomes of flowery poetry, a few histories and several almanacs, a book of recipes, and the childrenâs rhymes they had all learned to read by. But Colm did have one book, given to him on his tenth birthday, that told of several hair-raising adventures undertaken by half a dozen heroes. They were bardâs tales, embellished beyond the point of believability, his father said, but Colm devoured them anyway. The stories were full of monsters and caverns and mazes punctuated with chests of gold, just the same as Finn had described. Except Colm had only read about them. Finn had survived them.
Or so he said.
âSo if there are so many dungeons, and so much treasureto be had from them,â Colm asked, âhow come there arenât more people like you?â
âItâs not a profession for just anyone,â Finn said, picking his way through the clinging brambles that multiplied with every step, the farther they strayed from the road; Colmâs arms were already etched with tiny scratches. âLong hours. Cramped working conditions.