waves of green. In the heightened senses of the moment, Alix felt the soft brush of wheat against the back of her wrist, gentle as a lover. âAll right,â she said. âIâm going to lower my sword now.â What choice did they have?
They laid their weapons in the long grasses with exaggerated careânone more so than Ide, who bent low enough that her short-cropped hair disappeared behind the stalks of wheat.
âHurry up,â the soldier snarled.
They were the last words he ever spoke. Ide shot up out of the grass like a snake, bow in hand, loosing a shaft before the soldier could react. He pitched backward off his saddle. Theremaining Oridian tried to run, but Ide took him down before he got far.
Alix nearly doubled over in relief. âThank the gods. I had no idea your bow was right at your feet!â
âGood bloody thing too, and that the wheat was high enough to hide it.â She whirled on Vel, who sat in the grass looking dazed. âYou almost got us killed, priestess! Why didnât you take cover? Instead you just stand there like a startled rabbit?â
Alix had never seen her so livid. Neither, apparently, had Dain. âIdeââ he began.
âNo, donât defend her! Itâs common sense, isnât it?â
Alix knew she should intervene, but in truth she agreed.
âYou think maybe thereâs a
reason
I chop off my hair,â Ide went on, âor that Alix keeps hers in a braid? Nothing stupider in battle than giving the enemy something to grab on to.â
âIâm not a soldier,â Vel said.
That much is obvious.
Alix retrieved her bloodblade, threw it into its sheath. âWe need to move on.â
Vel drew herself up on shaking legs. âI must pray for the dead.â
Alixâs mouth fell open. Ide launched into a string of curses. Even Dain looked taken aback.
âI am not a soldier,â Vel repeated, ice crystals forming on the words. âI am a
priestess
. Leave me behind if you will, but I must do my duty.â
Alix pressed her lips together, exchanging a dark look with the Wolves. Turning her back on Vel, she approached the nearest horse and gave it a whack on the rump, sending it loping off into the wheat. Though she would have loved to keep it for a pack animal, it would only draw more soldiers down upon them. âMake it quick,â she shot over her shoulder. âWeâve lingered here too long.â
S IX
T he Resistance found them the following day. Or rather, that was when Wraithâs men chose to reveal themselves. From the way they appearedâin numbers, two groups in a flanking manoeuvre, materialising from behind cover with bows drawnâAlix guessed theyâd been following for a while.
âDrop your weapons.â
Alix couldnât tell which of them had spoken; like her own party, they all wore hoods pulled low over their faces. She hesitated, every instinct screaming of threat. Then she felt the cool kiss of steel under her jaw.
âDonât make me repeat myself,â said the voice, right in her ear.
Alix went rigid. No one had ever managed to sneak up on her like that.
âGetting a bit tired of being told to drop my steel,â Ide growled. âBe nice to go more than a day without stumbling across the enemy.â
âDonât be a fool,â said Vel. âThese arenât Oridians. Canât you hear his accent?â
âAccents can be faked.â
âNot by me,â said the man with the sword, a trace ofamusement in his voice. âAt least not while Iâm sober.â Alix felt a tug as her hood was yanked back. âWell now, thereâs a lovely head of hair. Goes with the jewel on your lovely sword, which Iâll thank you to put down.â
Alix had little choice but to comply, tossing her bloodblade a few feet in front of her.
âAnd the dagger,â the man said, helping himself to the knife sheathed at her hip.