the shape-shifter would fail. He sent a second wave of magic lancing out, a wall of sound that snared the other and sent him flying backwards. Bek cried out, but he did not think Truls even heard him, so caught up was he in his determination to get at Grianne.
But Bek reached her first, dropped to his knees, and wrapped his arms about her protectively. She did not move when he did so. She did not respond in any way.
âDonât hurt her,â he started to say, turning to find Truls Rohk.
Then something hit him so hard that it knocked him completely free of Grianne and sent him sprawling into the remains of a shattered creeper. Stunned, he dragged himself to his knees. âTruls . . . ,â he gasped as he peered over at Grianne helplessly.
The shape-shifter was bent over her, a menacing shadow, his blade at her exposed throat. âYou havenât the experience for this, boy,â he hissed at Bek. âNot yet. But that doesnât make you less of an irritation, Iâll give you that. No, donât try to get up. Stay where you are.â
He was silent a moment, tensed and ready as he leaned closer to Bekâs sister. Then the knife lowered. âWhatâs wrong with her? Sheâs in some sort of trance.â
Bek climbed back to his feet in spite of the warning and stumbled over, shaking off the disorienting effects of the blow. âDid you have to hit me so hard?â
âI did if I wanted to be certain you would remember what it meant to use your magic against me.â The other shifted to face him. âWhat were you thinking?â
Bek shook his head. âOnly that I didnât want you to hurt her. I thought you would kill her outright when you saw Walker. I didnât think you could see her face, so you wouldnât know she couldnât hurt us. I just reacted.â
Truls Rohk grunted. âNext time, think twice before you do.â The blade disappeared into the cloak. âTake the sword out of her hands and see what she does.â
He was already bent over the Druid, probing through the blood-soaked robes, searching for signs of life. Bek knelt in front of the unseeing Grianne and carefully pried her fingers loose from the Sword of Shannara. They released easily, limply, and he caught the talisman in his hand as it fell free. There was no sign of recognition in her eyes. She did not even blink.
Bek laid down the sword and moved Grianneâs arms to her sides. She allowed him to do this without responding in any way. She might have been made of soft clay.
âShe doesnât know anything thatâs happening to her,â he said quietly.
âThe Druid lives,â Truls Rohk responded. âBarely.â
He straightened the ragged form and tore strips of cloth from his own clothing to stem the flow of blood from the visible wounds. Bek watched helplessly, appalled by the extent of the damage. The Druidâs injuries seemed more internal than external. There were jagged wounds to his chest and stomach, but he was bleeding from his mouth and ears and nose and even his eyes, as well. He seemed to have suffered a major rupture of his organs.
Then abruptly, unexpectedly, the penetrating eyes opened and fixed on Bek. The boy was so startled that for a moment he quit breathing and just stared back at the other.
âWhere is she?â Walker whispered in a voice that was thick with blood and pain.
Bek didnât have to ask whom he was talking about. âSheâs right beside us. But she doesnât seem to know who we are or whatâs going on.â
âShe is paralyzed by the swordâs magic. She panicked and used her own to try to ward it off. Futile. It was too much. Even for her.â
âWalker,â Truls Rohk said softly, bending close to him. âTell us what to do.â
The pale face shifted slightly, and the dark eyes settled on the other. âCarry me out of here. Go where I tell you to go. Donât stop