me, little one," Tier's would-be killer said. "I have shelter and food nearby. You can't stay out here alone. You'll be safe with me."
Tier could hear the lie in the man's words, but he didn't think Seraph could. He waited for the man to get close enough for Tier to find him, hoping that Seraph would not believe him. After spending two silver and four copper on her, as well as missing his dinner, Tier had something of an investment in her well-being.
"A Raven is never alone," Seraph said.
"Seraph," chided the man. "You know better than that. Come, child, I have a safe place for you to abide. In the morning I'll take you to a clan I know of, not far from here."
Tier could see him now, a shadow darker than the trees he slipped between. Something about the way the shadow moved, combined with his voice, gave his identity to Tier: he'd been right; it was Wresen.
"Which clan would that be?" asked Seraph.
"I - " Some instinct turned Wresen before Tier struck, and Tier's sword met metal.
Tier threw his weight against the other man, pushing Wresen away to get some striking distance between them - where Tier's superior reach would do him some good.
They fought briskly for a few minutes, mostly feeling each other out, searching for weaknesses. The older man was faster than Tier had expected, but he wasn't the only one who'd underestimated his opponent. From the grunt Wresen let out the first time he caught Tier's sword, he'd underestimated Tier's strength - something that was not uncommon. Tier was tall and, as he'd often been teased, slight as a stripling.
By the time they drew back to regroup, Tier boasted a shallow cut on his cheekbone and another on the underside of his right forearm. The other man had taken a hard blow from Tier's pommel on the wrist and Tier was pretty sure he'd drawn blood over his adversary's eye.
"What do you want with the girl?" asked Tier. This was too much effort for a mere bedmate, no matter how Wresen's tastes ran.
"Naught but her safety," insisted Wresen. The lie echoed in Tier's ears. "Which is more than you can say."
He made an odd gesture with his fingers, and Tier dropped his sword with a cry as it became too hot to hold.
Wizard, thought Tier, but neither surprise nor dismay slowed him. Leaving his sword where it lay, Tier charged, catching the other man in the stomach with his shoulder and pushing both of them back into a mass of shrubs, which caught at their feet.
Wresen, unprepared, stumbled and fell. Tier struck hard, aiming for the throat, but his opponent rolled too fast. Quick as a weasel, Wresen regained his feet. Twice Tier jumped and narrowly avoided the other's blade. But he wasn't a fool; unarmed, his chances weren't good.
"Run, Seraph," he said. "Take the horse and get out of here."
With luck he should be capable of holding her pursuer long enough that she could lose him in the woods. If he could keep him busy enough, Wresen wouldn't have time to work magic.
"Don't be more of a fool than you can help, Bard," she said coldly.
The other man swore, and Tier saw that Wresen's sword had begun to glow as if it were still in the blacksmith's fire. Steam rose from his sword hand as he made odd gestures toward it with his free hand. Wresen was no longer giving any heed to Tier at all - which was the last mistake he ever made.
Tier pulled his boot knife out of the man's neck and cleaned it on the other's cloak. When he was finished, he looked at Seraph.
Her pale skin and face were easy to find in the darkness. She reminded him of a hundred legends: so must Loriel have stood when she faced the Shadowed with nothing more than her song, or Terabet before throwing herself from the walls of Anarorgehn rather than betraying her people. His father had always said that his grandfather told him too many stories.
"Why choose me over him?" Tier asked her.
She said, "I heard him at the inn. He was no friend of mine."
Tier narrowed his eyes. "You heard me at the inn as well. He only helped the innkeeper add coppers - I bought you intent on revenge."
She lifted her chin. "I'm not stupid. I am Raven - and you are Bard. I saw what you did."
The words were in Common, but they made no sense