She went cold, remembering she still carried it tucked in the back of her belt. If she'd thought of it out there in the dark, when Leesil and Chap came for her…

Magiere reached quickly around her back, but the blade wasn't there.

"It's under your pack," Leesil said.

Sgaile pivoted over on one knee, retrieving the white-metal blade. He held it out to Osha, and Magiere sat upright in alarm. Osha could not stop her if she wanted it.

"Better to divide your arms," Sgaile explained, "in case you try to come for them. I will keep your sword upon my back… for when you truly need it."

Osha took the long war dagger with a nod to Magiere, but his assurance didn't squelch her doubt. He slipped it into the back of his belt beneath his cloak.

Magiere slumped against the depression's wall, resting her head upon Leesil's shoulder. No one spoke, and morning was a long time coming.

Finally, Osha glanced back at everyone. His jaw clenched and his brow lined determinedly. He jerked the canvas aside.

The sky was tinted light gray, and the storm had died down.

"Yes," Sgaile said, rising.

Osha was out before the word finished.

Sgaile strapped the falchion over his back, its hilt rising above his left shoulder. Then he pointed to the depression's back.

"Take your new blades," he told Leesil.

Magiere clenched up, anticipating Leesil's angry denial, but she glanced where Sgaile pointed.

He had cut away the sheaths' bottom ends to make room for the gifted blades' longer tips. Halfway up each sheath's side, where the wings settled, were now small hollows to accommodate the half-circle bars that would brace outside of Leesil's forearms. Not the safest way to carry them, with those long points sticking out, but they were better than no sheaths at all.

To Magiere's relief, Leesil gathered them without a word.

She began to pack up and saw the metal circlet among her scant belongings. She hesitated and then slowly picked it up. She didn't want or need it but didn't care to leave it unattended. So she hung it around her neck over her wool pullover and hauberk, as this seemed the easiest way to carry it without a pack. Leesil watched her in puzzlement but didn't ask.

With everyone geared for speed, they stepped out to find Osha waiting anxiously.

"We together," Osha said in broken Belaskian. "No parting."

Leesil pointed up and left. "If Wynn tried to follow me and Chap, she'd have gone that way."

Osha took off in the lead.

The going was slow in the blizzard's fresh snowfall. Osha did his best to plow a path for everyone else to follow. After a while, Sgaile took his place, and Osha fell back to the rear of their line. Later, when Sgaile paused, bending to catch his breath, Leesil moved up to take over, but then he stood there a while, just looking about.

"Chap and I came this way," he said, pointing. "But I don't know how long or far Wynn followed before getting lost."

"Then head toward where you found me," Magiere suggested. "We'll call out from there. If Chap is anywhere nearby, he'll hear us."

Sgaile moved to the rear as Leesil pressed on. But when Magiere stepped forward, the first clear impression of what she'd felt the night before surfaced in her mind.

Running… the need to go higher… to climb straight up through the cragged mountainside.

She pushed that returning urge aside. Only the search for Wynn mattered.

When they reached the boxed gully where she'd been found, they turned aside onto other paths. Sunlight broke through the clouds now and then, making the white snow too bright. They searched until the sun crested the sky and began its downward path west, toward the peaks upslope.

Osha walked back along the base of an overhanging ridge.

"Wynn!" he called.

They kept in sight of each other as they spread out and began calling, but no one answered. Magiere returned to their central starting point as Leesil came jogging back, hopping across exposed rocks to avoid wading in the drifts.

"This is no good," he said. "We need to backtrack and look for a different path up. I don't think she made it this far."

Once the sun passed beyond the peaks above them, the slopes would be swallowed in false twilight by midafternoon. And they were no closer to finding Wynn and Chap.

Sgaile returned as well, but when Leesil repeated his suggestion, Osha spit an angry string of Elvish. Instead of a sharp rebuke, this time Sgaile only frowned and shook his head at the young elf. They all headed downward, still searching for side paths. Osha often ranged too far, forcing them to wait on him before they could move on.

A strange sensation flowed through Magiere, and she stopped.

"Here?" she said to herself, turning around.

Osha came running back to them from that same direction, his face flushed as he pointed back the way he'd come.

"Look!" he panted, waving them to follow.

They all trudged along through the broken snow of his path.

"Fork here," he said. "This way go your path"-and he tipped his chin at Leesil. "Wynn may follow other!"

Sgaile looked both ways separating around the point of a high-rising cliff. Even Leesil seemed doubtful and uncertain. Magiere studied the separate paths, but the one Osha chose made her feel warm inside.

Was it just the pull within her, playing on her again… or was it hunger?

No-there couldn't be an undead out here in broad daylight. And then the heat in Magiere turned sharply cold. Her stomach knotted as the chill spread.

"Yes," she whispered.

Magiere only realized she'd spoken aloud when Leesil stepped before her, watching her in wary concern. Osha's intense eyes were locked on her as well, and when she nodded slowly toward the path he'd chosen, he took off down the fork. Magiere lunged after him.

Leesil and Sgaile followed in silence. Magiere looked back once at Leesil's chest, but the amulet hanging over his coat wasn't glowing.

"What's wrong?" he demanded.

She didn't answer-didn't know how-and tugged him forward by the sleeve as she hurried to catch up with Osha. She was right on top of the young anmaglahk when they crested a snow-choked saddle and clambered down into yet another dead end.

"Magiere!" Leesil shouted, panting as he came up behind her. "Slow down!"

She hadn't slept or eaten since the night before. None of them had. Perhaps she just wasn't thinking right, and the spreading chill was nothing more than fatigue.

The world brightened sharply in her eyes.

Tears slid instantly down her cheeks. Her mouth began to ache as she spotted a tall, wide crack farther along the gully wall.

Leesil came around her side, and his eyes widened. She knew her irises had expanded and blackened.

"What is it?" he whispered, following her gaze along the gully wall.

Osha had already jogged ahead, but he came to a sudden halt. He stood there just short of the chute's opening, staring into it, and Sgaile appeared at Magiere's other side.

Nothing marred the snow, but Magiere knew the blizzard had covered what had happened in this place. Osha turned, looking back at them in anguish.

"It's blood," Magiere whispered to Leesil. "Just barely… I can smell it." Hkuan'duv sat in the tent as dawn broke.

"Greimasg'ah?" Danvarfij said hesitantly.

She crouched before the tent's opening, but he did not look up. He kept trying to understand what had happened in the night and the sudden deaths of Kurhkage and A'harhk'nis. This was no time to grieve or face his shame for leaving their bodies.

"Hkuan'duv!" Danvarfij insisted. "Sgailsheilleache's group is on the move, but they did not break camp. They may still search for the small human, but we must know for certain."

He breathed deeply, and she backed away as he crawled from the tent.

After his return and the tale of what had happened, she had acted as both night watch and scout while he rested. But like Hkuan'duv, she was keeping grief locked away until their purpose was fulfilled.