running out to draw that thing and a gloom descended upon him. Da had fought it to no avail. It had eluded the cohorts of the fortress. Surely, one girl, even with River’s talents, could not best it. He wanted more than ever to get to the Creek Widow’s to see if River had arrived. They needed to move faster.
“This way,” he whispered to Legs and pulled on his hand. “We’re going to take the roads.”
“Won’t that be risky?” asked Legs.
“Yes, but I don’t know the woods in these parts like I do at home. We’ll be stumbling about. If we’re going to sneak, I want to do it quickly.”
They left the line of bramble and, as carefully as they could, took a direct route to the road that cut like a pale ribbon through the dark woods. When they came to the road’s edge, they stood in the darkness of the forest for some time watching and listening. When Talen was satisfied they were alone, he led Legs out into the moonlight. Hand in hand they went, Legs keeping his other hand out in front of him so something didn’t smack him in the face. Down the hill they walked, to the first crossroads, a left, over a muddy brook, around the bend where a woodikin had been spotted last year, and along the Misty Falls trail.
Their grip became wet with sweat. “Change hands,” said Talen. He released his grip and switched his bow to the other hand.
“We’ll go faster if you just give me a stick,” said Legs.
“I don’t doubt it,” said Talen. “But the last thing we need is for someone to hear you rattling along. Change hands.”
Talen couldn’t quite believe what River had told him earlier. In fact, the whole incident with the beast was unreal. But her comments about him were more disturbing. So he could handle astonishing amounts of Fire, so what? And the whole business about Mother and the wisterwives, her pouring out her life into him and her odd comment about him needing a flaw. What did it all mean? A hundred questions coursed through his mind. But all of them came back to the fact that he was walking a lonely road in the wee hours of the morning, holding hands with this hatchling like a lover.
“So did your mother teach you anything about the black arts?”
“They’re not black,” said Legs.
“No, of course not. There’s just that ragged grassman killing people left and right and chasing down our women. But other than that, I’m sure the whole business is as pure as the morning’s dew. So, did she teach you anything?”
“She taught me that some people are idiots,” said Legs.
Talen looked down at the boy and his wild hair. “A lot of squeak for a little man. Look, you and I are in the same boat, heading down the same river toward the same rapids. Besides, having been worked on by not only my father and my mother, but now also my loving sister, I suppose I’m more hatchling than you.”
And it was true. Lords and lice, what would the bailiff say now?
They took another few steps in silence.
“Do you trust your sister and father?” Legs asked.
“Do you trust yours?”
“I’m blind,” he said. “I’ve had to trust them all my life.”
“So it doesn’t bother you that your mother is Sleth?”
“ ‘Sleth’ isn’t the word we use,” said Legs. “Weren’t you listening?”
Talen looked at Legs again. Squeak indeed. “Whatever they’re called. The Order then.” And was that just another lie? They’d lied to him all this time. Years of lying. And if they could hide such a huge mountain of stinking cess, then they could lie about anything.
“Your mother lied,” said Talen.
“Yes, she did,” said Legs. “But everyone lies.”
“No, they don’t.”
“Yes, they do. You’re telling me a Mokaddian hasn’t ever pushed ahead of you in some line, and you nodded politely, but inside you were all resentment?”
That wasn’t a lie. That was avoiding a beating. Of course, it wasn’t the truth either. He wondered, was it a lie to swallow your tears when you got hurt so others didn’t think you a child? Was it a lie to act bravely when facing an enemy, even when you wanted to run? Maybe everyone did lie. Maybe the kinds of lies you told defined who you were. And what did it say when the lies were as monstrous as the ones his family kept?
“You asked me if I was bothered,” Legs said. “Yes. But