should be glad or start swearing about the fix they were in.
'We have the trail.'
'Where does it go?' Dennis asked.
'That's just it,' Gregory replied. 'I'm not quite sure.'
'I thought you knew these mountains?'
'I never said that. You'll recall I said I might know a way, but I've never been up this far before. The one pass I was certain about was the road leading up from the bridge held by the Dark Brothers.'
Dennis stood up wearily. 'If this involves any more climbing . . .' he grumbled.
Gregory had already turned his horse, pausing to look back down the side of the mountain. 'We'd better move sharply. They're deploying out.'
Dennis looked over the edge of the steep slope and saw dark figures moving outward, all of them dismounted. There were hundreds of them, and this time the moredhel were joining in. It is simple enough, Dennis realized, now that we are pinned down they simply spread out, don't attack frontally, and go to sweep around the flanks, then close in.
Several of his men were throwing rocks and shouting angry taunts, but most were too far gone with exhaustion to react, simply falling in behind Gregory and Dennis because that was what they had always done. Gregory led the way, the trail running flat and parallel to the mountain for fifty yards then turning sharply around the flank of a massive boulder.
As they turned the side of the boulder Dennis felt a gust of cold wind and looking straight ahead he saw a narrow cleft. There were mountains several hundred yards beyond, but it appeared as if the slope ahead dropped straight down.
Once past the boulder Gregory stopped and dismounted, motioning for Dennis to follow. After another dozen yards the trail turned again and Dennis felt his stomach knot up. A few more paces and it was a vertical drop of five hundred feet or more. He had always hated heights and instinctively he backed up.
'Well that's just great,' he gasped. 'Now what, we jump?'
'Look,' Gregory said, pointing forward and to their left.
The trail, clinging to the north side of the canyon continued onward for a hundred yards, and then ended at a rope bridge that spanned the chasm.
'What in the name of the gods?' Dennis asked, for once caught completely off guard and willing to admit it.
'Tinuva remembered there had been a trail here, and long ago a bridge, but it was destroyed a hundred years or more ago. Someone's rebuilt it.'
'Where is Tinuva?'
'On the other side. He already signalled back that the trail continues on. This is the way out,' Gregory announced with a grin. Dennis nodded, swallowing hard as he eyed the spindly-looking bridge which was nothing more than two ropes for hand-holds and two more beneath with uneven boards as a narrow walkway.
Asayaga was suddenly at his side, grinning. 'What are we waiting for?' he announced. 'Let's move.'
Dennis nodded, and without comment followed Gregory who continued to lead his horse.
'You're not going to try and get that beast across are you?'
'Tinuva got his across.' Even as he spoke, Gregory removed his cape and folded it over the horse's head, covering his eyes. Dennis said nothing more as the Natalese scout reached the bridge and without hesitation stepped forward, the bridge sagging and groaning as the horse followed.
'Space the men about ten feet apart, I'm not quite sure how much this thing will hold.'
'You with a horse, we'll figure it out,' Dennis replied, watching as Gregory crossed the bridge, ambling along as if he didn't have a care in the world.
A cold wind whistled through the canyon, causing the bridge to rock. Backing up against the wall of the narrow trail, Dennis ordered the lead men to get across and one by one they started.
Gradually the two commands crossed, until finally there were only half a dozen men left by the boulder, one of them Asayaga's one-eyed Strike Leader who started shouting.
'They're closing in,' Asayaga announced. 'It will be tight.'
Asayaga shouted for his sergeant to move and the last of the men raced along the narrow, icy trail, Dennis watching nervously, expecting to see more than one slip and plummet to his doom.
Asayaga pushed the last of his men on to the bridge then turned to Dennis.
'After you, Hartraft.'
'You first,' Dennis growled.
'Afraid?' Asayaga asked with a grin and then his features changed in an instant, shield going up.
An arrow slammed into it and Dennis crouched down behind the barrier as two more arrows winged in.
'Now!' Asayaga cried and he