The Zhentarim ripped Lander's aba open, then looked directly at the symbol. In Common, he called to his men, "This is the Harper. Let's take them all to Yhekal."

When the other Zhentarim started to step forward from the sides of the pass, Ruha yelled, "Ride, now!"

Kadumi obeyed immediately, commanding his camel to rise. The widow began chanting in the deep, mystic tones that Lander recognized as a spellcasting.

The Zhentarim commander's eyes widened in alarm and he pointed at Ruha. "Kill-"

That was all the commander said before Lander struck his shoulder with the edge of an open hand. Without pausing an instant, the Harper went into a well-rehearsed attack. He grabbed the back of the Zhentarim's neck and smashed the opposite elbow into the commander's face. When the astonished invader reached to cover his shattered nose, Lander kneed him in the groin, then slapped his open palms against the man's ears. The Harper finished the attack by slipping an arm around the back of the Zhentarim's neck, grabbing the chin, and pulling hard. The invader's neck popped, and the man collapsed into a lifeless heap.

Realizing he was now a target for the crossbowmen, Lander dove forward. The twang of crossbow strings filled the air before he hit the sand, half-a-dozen quarrels whistled past where he had been standing, and his camel roared in pain and terror.

Continuing his dive in one fluid motion, Lander rolled back to his feet, drew his weapon, then turned toward his companions. Most of the Zhentarim were cocking crossbows again. One had drawn his saber and was rushing Ruha, who had picked up two fistfuls of sand and was letting it sift through her fingers. Kadumi drew his scimitar and turned his camel to defend Ruha.

"No, Kadumi!" Lander called, rushing after the youth. "Take the camels and go!"

The youth paused long enough to glance over his shoulder and frown, then urged his mount forward. As he approached the Zhentarim, he screamed his battle cry and raised his sword to strike.

The invader hit the ground and ducked the boy's wild slash. As the Zhentarim returned to his feet, he lashed out with his saber and cleanly lopped off one of the camel's rear legs at the knee. The beast fell immediately, spilling Kadumi three feet from the attacker.

The Harper hazarded a glance at the men still fighting with crossbows. They were just securing their bowstrings into place and recocking their weapons. Realizing that he still had a moment or two before they loaded their quarrels, Lander rushed up behind Kadumi's attacker and brought a vicious slash down on the Zhentarim's collarbone. Screaming, the man dropped his sword and stumbled forward, falling onto the young warrior. Lander finished the invader with a thrust through the spine and pulled the dead man off of the boy.

Pointing at the string of white camels, Lander yelled, "Take the mounts and go! I'll protect Ruha!"

Without pausing to see if the wide-eyed youth would obey this time, he stepped past Kadumi. The surviving Zhentarim had reloaded their crossbows and were raising them to fire at Ruha.

Dropping his sword, Lander launched himself at the mage. He struck her full in the body just as the twang of crossbow-strings filled the air. As he hit the ground, the Harper heard more than four quarrels hiss over his head. A heavy groan escaped the throat of Ruha's mount, then it lay motionless in the sand.

The Harper leapt back to his feet and retrieved his sword. To his relief, he saw that Kadumi had obeyed him and was leading the string of surviving camels down the other side of the ridge. Lander stepped back toward Ruha, expecting to hear a chorus of Zhentarim battle cries. Instead, however, all he heard were screams as the sandy walls of the small pass avalanched down on top of them.

A small hand seized his free arm. "Come!" Ruha urged. "We must hurry!"

Pulling him by the arm, she led the way as they half-stumbled, half-ran after Kadumi and the camels. The pair was thirty yards from the dune's base before Ruha stopped. Panting and sweating heavily in the terrible heat, Lander turned to look at the ambush site.

All that remained of the small pass was a slight, barely noticeable dip in the ridge of the dune. The sand had rolled forward from both sides, completely burying the ambushers. There was no sign of any of the invaders.

"Do you think any survived?" Lander asked, noticing that the widow still held his hand.

Ruha shook her head. "No. It is one thing to hide in the sand and another to be buried by it. If they are not dead already, they will soon suffocate."

Kadumi joined them, still leading the camels. Instead of thanking Lander for saving his life, as the Harper had expected, the youth studiously avoided meeting the older man's gaze. Instead, he turned to Ruha and spat at her feet.

"Witch!"

Ruha's mount suddenly slowed its jolting pace, jarring the widow out of the lethargic daze into which she had fallen. For the last five days, the three companions had been riding hard, hoping to overtake the Zhentarim. The effort had exhausted Ruha and, despite her best efforts to stay alert, she often felt as if her mind had left her body to fend for itself.

When Ruha looked up to see why her camel had halted, she saw Lander stopped twenty feet ahead. He was staring at the horizon, where a broad, black line of apparent nothingness separated the dun-colored ground from the cerulean sky. Ruha squinted at the dark line. When it did not disappear or become more distinct, she dismissed it as one of the desert's thousand and one visual illusions.

"What's he doing?" Lander demanded, pointing at a black fleck on horizon, where the blue sky met the black strip of illusion.

The speck was Kadumi. At his own insistence, the boy was riding ahead to scout. Since learning that his sister-in-law was a sorceress, the boy had said no more than a dozen words to her, and all of them had been disparaging. Ruha was not surprised by his reaction, for she suspected that he blamed her magic for the bad fortune that had brought the Zhentarim down upon his tribe. Most Bedine would have done the same.

Whatever the cause for Kadumi's detachment, it set Lander's nerves on edge. The Harper preferred to do his own scouting and did not like trusting his safety to someone else.

"Why's he dismounting?" Lander demanded.

Ruha squinted at the distant figure. "You can see that?"

"Of course," he responded gruffly. "You don't think I'd let him out of my sight!"

"But that far-and with only one eye?" Ruha immediately regretted her question, fearing that she would touch a sore nerve. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean-"

The Harper chuckled and raised a hand. "No offense taken," he said. "It's a badge of my own damn stupidity."

"How so?" Ruha asked, anxious to appease the curiosity she had felt ever since meeting the stranger.

"When I was a boy, my mother gave me a pet hawk that didn't want to be a pet. I had to keep it on a tether." He paused, unconsciously rubbing a finger along the edge of his patch.

"And?" Ruha prompted.

"One day it made its feelings known."

Ruha grimaced, imagining the raptor tearing at Lander's boyish face. "What did your father do?"

Lander smiled. "Let it go, of course."

"A Bedine would have killed it," Ruha said. "I think I would have, too."

"Why?" Lander asked, meeting her gaze with his one good eye. "You can't blame an animal for wanting to be free. Your people should realize that more than anybody."

"The Bedine would have been more concerned with vengeance than with what is right."

Instead of commenting on Ruha's reply, the Harper turned his attention back to Kadumi's distant form. "Why is he stopped? Is it the Zhentarim?"