wagon his strength grew. He could feel it, like a crazy itch seeping through him. He wondered about the ginger cookies. This would not be the first baker to mix a come-back into his breads. Come-backs were something to make a body depend on his bread, something besides taste to make a person come back and continue to buy. Of course, such herbs were outlawed in the New Lands, but it had been a Whitecliff baker. He probably didn’t think such rules applied to him.
“We’re almost to the bend,” said Nettle.
The men were closing fast. One of them yelled out.
The wagon passed into the shade of trees and out of the the men’s sight.
Nettle reined in Iron Boy to slow the wagon.
Talen rose to his feet.
“You’re not going to have time to find cover.”
Not if he ran into the woods. The forest floor was covered with leaves that would crackle underfoot. If they didn’t see his tracks, then they’d be sure to hear any step he took.
Talen looked up. The trees here were massive giants. All the lower limbs had been cut by clan road gangs, and the closest branch towered more than a dozen feet overhead.
It was an impossible height for him. Except, he knew he could reach them. His limbs ached to jump. What did he have to lose?
Talen stood on the wagon seat and eyed the limb of a towering elm in front of them. The branch was as thick as his leg and hung almost twenty feet above the trail.
The tree limb was too high. He knew it. But he couldn’t help himself. His legs cried out for a sudden burst of power. He had never imagined his growth would come upon him in this fashion.
He stood on the wagon seat and held his hands out to the side for balance. He would jump a bit to the side just in case he missed.
“You’ll never make it,” said Nettle.
“Maybe my legs are as quick as my hands.”
“That wasn’t quickness back there with Fabbis,” said Nettle. “That was you grabbing a snake that was just about dead.”
No, Talen thought. It had been as live and wriggling as any serpent he’d ever held. Not to mention that he’d moved quickly enough to take both Fabbis and Cat off guard. Talen steadied himself; he was still a bit light-headed, but the itch inside him had built. He could feel the power.
The sound of the horse hooves beating the ground sped from a canter to a full gallop.
“They’re on us!” hissed Nettle. “Sit down!”
Talen focused on the branch. “Tell them I struck out on foot after leaving the gate.”
He was almost there.
The galloping sounded as if it were right behind them.
The wagon passed underneath the branch, and Talen leapt.
He soared.
He must have got a bounce from the seat, because the branch was suddenly within reach.
He grabbed it with one hand, and the wagon passed below him.
Talen reached up with his other hand and swung over.
It was impossible that he’d made the jump. He looked down. The distance between him and the ground yawned below. Lords, a fall at this height would break his leg.
He wanted to whoop. Such a leap.
Nettle turned in the wagon seat and stared up at him, his mouth hanging open. Then Nettle’s attention snapped to the bend in the road.
Talen got to his feet, and in one, two, three balancing strides, worked himself to the far side of the trunk and flattened himself against it. Nettle was now on the other side of the tree.
The first rider rounded the bend.
With a thunder, the others followed. By this time Nettle had pulled the wagon to the side of the road, as if giving faster travelers the right of way as courtesy demanded.
Please, thought Talen. Let them ride on by. Let them ride on by.
But the horsemen did not. They pulled their horses to a stop and commanded Nettle to hold.
Talen dared not move, dared not even attempt a glance below him. He tried to meld into the trunk. He couldn’t see what was going on, but he could hear.
“Where’s the Koramite?” one of the men asked.
“And who are you?” asked Nettle. “I haven’t seen you before.”
“You’ve seen me,” another man said, the anger clear in his voice. “Now where is he?”
“I don’t need to answer your questions,” said Nettle. “You can address your concerns to my father.”
“It appears,” the second man said, “that your father has made the wrong friends. And he’s not here to protect you.”