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Six heads were close together as they bent to lift the end of the long timber into the clamp and fasten<br />
the chain across it. Astrid spoke smiling, as if chatting casually among friends out to find a Yule Log.<br />
"Yrch," she said; to the Dunedain that meant enemies. "Could be bandits, could be servants of the<br />
Lidless Eye. I saw only two that I'm sure of, so they've got some woodcraft."<br />
Eilir Mackenzie nodded and casually stretched with her arms above her head, which gave her an<br />
excuse to look about.<br />
I spotted him—the fir over from the boulder with the point, snow knocked off the branch, she<br />
signed. The other's behind the boulder?<br />
Astrid nodded as she mentally tallied their strength here. Herself and Eilir, her anamchara. Alleyne<br />
Loring and John Hordle; first-class warriors, though not exactly Dunedain themselves, not quite. Young<br />
Crystal, but she didn't really count for a fight. Only sixteen, and not fully trained; brave, but the weak link,<br />
the more so as she was slight-built. Another ten Dunedain, in their late teens or early twenties, six of them<br />
Mackenzies and the other four Bearkillers. Everyone had bow and quiver, sword and knife and targe or<br />
buckler; you didn't go outdoors without, any more than you'd walk out naked. The two Englishmen had<br />
light mail shirts under their jackets; under her own she wore a black leather tunic lined with mesh-mail<br />
and nylon; Eilir had on a Clan-style brigandine, a double-ply canvas affair with small metal plates riveted<br />
between the layers. Most of the others had something similar, but none was wearing a helmet.<br />
"We don't know how many or why," Astrid said. "So we'll all just walk around the corner of the trail<br />
up ahead, and then wait for them—double linear ambush upslope. That way we can shoot without hitting<br />
each other. They won't follow close."<br />
Send Crystal on to the Lodge with the horses from there? Eilir signed.<br />
Crystal 's face was a little pale, but she glared at Eilir; besides being offended at the implication that<br />
she couldn't hold her own with the rest, she also had a furious crush on Astrid at the moment … which<br />
was so embarrassing. Though she was beginning to show signs of transferring it to Alleyne, which would<br />
be infuriating.<br />
Astrid signed back: No. Too risky—they might have an ambush along the trail already. We'll go<br />
around the corner, drop the log, and … wait a minute!<br />
The word drop triggered something in her mind. "Here's what we'll do," she began. "Remember that<br />
trick we practiced? Like the old story about how the little furry Halfling men fought the wicked Emperor's<br />
troopers?"<br />
Eilir's eyes went from the log to the coils of rope draped around it. Her smile grew, and the faces of<br />
her companions went from grave to grinning. They were all young.<br />
We'll have to hurry, she signed.<br />
Twenty minutes later Astrid waited behind a tree, wishing for a war cloak, what Sam Aylward called<br />
a ghillie suit, of camouflage cloth sewn all over with loops for twigs and leaves. The wool of her jacket<br />
would do, it was woven from natural beige fiber; she breathed shallowly and slowly, lest the puff of vapor<br />
give her away, and ignored the drip of melting snow from the branches of the big hemlock. She couldn't<br />
see any of her Dunedain, though, except for Alleyne, and that was from the rear where he crouched<br />
behind a big basalt rock.<br />
If I can't see them, when I know where they are, the yrch certainly won't. Raven, totem of my<br />
sept, watch over us! Queen of Battles, Lady of the Crows, be with us now! To you, Dread lord, we<br />
dedicate the harvest of this field!<br />
The canyon widened out a little here, the slopes not quite so steep until they ran into cliff-faces north<br />
and south. The old park trail was down fifteen yards below her hiding place, visible between the<br />
wide-spaced trunks of the great trees in a twisting line of trodden mud; the horses waited patiently a<br />
hundred yards further east, nearer the waterfall—you could see the mist lifting above the icy curve of it<br />
from here. The noise would be good cover …<br />
There was an arrow on the shelf of her bow, cord to the knock, the whole held in her left hand, and<br />
forty-four more in her quiver. Her sword was leaned up against the deep-fissured trunk, a single-edged<br />
weapon with a basket hilt of brass and a yard-long blade, and her two-foot circular shield was slung over<br />
her back on its carrying strap. Everything ready …