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locking him under heavy guard, injuringhim or killing him. Luke wanted none of those options.
Still, the road, rough and rutted though it was, would provide him the fastest route back to Lydia. Given the darkness of the night, Luke could waste valuable time picking his way through the thick forest that filled the borderlands between Lydia and the Illyrian mountains. He needed to alert his brother King John to all that he’d learnedon his visit. He risked losing precious hours fighting the underbrush or, worse yet, becoming lost in these unfamiliar woods so close to Fier.
The road ran straight south, skirting the Lydian lands to the east. If Luke stayed on that path, he’d miss the outpost camp where his men were stationed but would arrived more quickly at Sardis, the Lydian walled city that sat at the point where themainland joined the peninsula of Castlehead. The road would deliver him more quickly to his brother and offer him a hastier escape—provided he avoided detection.
Wary of the silence behind him, Luke stuck to the side of the road, following the path amidst the thick cover of underbrush that ran alongside it. Soon enough, when Fier lay far behind him and no sound of pursuit had met his ears,Luke gave up trying to force his way through the side thicket and ran instead along the road.
He reached a muddy place where the path crossed a small stream. There was no bridge here—the stream was not even deep enough to warrant that. Travelers would simply splash through the shallows or, if they wished to stay dry, pick their way across on the many stones that jutted up from the tricklingflow.
Luke paused on one of these rocks and bent to drink. He’d traveled far since drinking the flask of tea Evelyn had brought him. It had been such a thoughtful gift, and one that could have labeled her a traitor if she were to be found out. He wondered at her allegiance. Was it only because of their shared faith that she’d decided to help him? Or did she feel the bond between them thatLuke felt so acutely? In stitching closed his wounds, she’d knit the two of them together on a deeper level. He didn’t fully understand it himself, but she was never far from his thoughts, especially now that he’d spent time with her and she’d gone out of her way to help him.
Luke drank deeply. The memory of Evelyn’s kindness warmed his heart even as the sight before him caused his bloodto run cold in his veins.
This close to the ground, he could see the surface of the path well in spite of the dim light. To his surprise, the road showed signs of heavy travel.
But why? Who could possibly have passed this way? These lands were Lydian territory now. King Garren’s men would have no cause to travel so far down the road, not since their retreat from the battle at Sardisthe previous fall.
And yet as Luke analyzed the prints more closely, he saw they were all of similar size, belonging to grown men, not women or children. These were not the footprints of random villagers, then. No, though it was too dark for Luke to make out much detail, he’d tracked enough Illyrians in the borderlands to recognize the distinctive shape of the boots of the Illyrian soldiers.
And the prints were all pointed in the same direction.
Toward Sardis, Lydia’s great walled city.
His pulse quickened. Luke ran forward along the road, stopping now and then when a break in the trees provided enough light for him to check the path for tracks. Again and again he saw the prints and wondered at the number of them. At least a dozen men must have passed along the roadsince the last heavy rain— possibly many more than that, even. In places, the path was heavily trampled.
Where were they going? Who had sent them? What were they up to?
Luke ran until a patch of moonlight revealed only smooth dirt. He glanced behind him, but the shadows obscured the road. Somewhere since last he’d paused to check, the Illyrian soldiers had left the road.
But whichway had they
Still, the road, rough and rutted though it was, would provide him the fastest route back to Lydia. Given the darkness of the night, Luke could waste valuable time picking his way through the thick forest that filled the borderlands between Lydia and the Illyrian mountains. He needed to alert his brother King John to all that he’d learnedon his visit. He risked losing precious hours fighting the underbrush or, worse yet, becoming lost in these unfamiliar woods so close to Fier.
The road ran straight south, skirting the Lydian lands to the east. If Luke stayed on that path, he’d miss the outpost camp where his men were stationed but would arrived more quickly at Sardis, the Lydian walled city that sat at the point where themainland joined the peninsula of Castlehead. The road would deliver him more quickly to his brother and offer him a hastier escape—provided he avoided detection.
Wary of the silence behind him, Luke stuck to the side of the road, following the path amidst the thick cover of underbrush that ran alongside it. Soon enough, when Fier lay far behind him and no sound of pursuit had met his ears,Luke gave up trying to force his way through the side thicket and ran instead along the road.
He reached a muddy place where the path crossed a small stream. There was no bridge here—the stream was not even deep enough to warrant that. Travelers would simply splash through the shallows or, if they wished to stay dry, pick their way across on the many stones that jutted up from the tricklingflow.
Luke paused on one of these rocks and bent to drink. He’d traveled far since drinking the flask of tea Evelyn had brought him. It had been such a thoughtful gift, and one that could have labeled her a traitor if she were to be found out. He wondered at her allegiance. Was it only because of their shared faith that she’d decided to help him? Or did she feel the bond between them thatLuke felt so acutely? In stitching closed his wounds, she’d knit the two of them together on a deeper level. He didn’t fully understand it himself, but she was never far from his thoughts, especially now that he’d spent time with her and she’d gone out of her way to help him.
Luke drank deeply. The memory of Evelyn’s kindness warmed his heart even as the sight before him caused his bloodto run cold in his veins.
This close to the ground, he could see the surface of the path well in spite of the dim light. To his surprise, the road showed signs of heavy travel.
But why? Who could possibly have passed this way? These lands were Lydian territory now. King Garren’s men would have no cause to travel so far down the road, not since their retreat from the battle at Sardisthe previous fall.
And yet as Luke analyzed the prints more closely, he saw they were all of similar size, belonging to grown men, not women or children. These were not the footprints of random villagers, then. No, though it was too dark for Luke to make out much detail, he’d tracked enough Illyrians in the borderlands to recognize the distinctive shape of the boots of the Illyrian soldiers.
And the prints were all pointed in the same direction.
Toward Sardis, Lydia’s great walled city.
His pulse quickened. Luke ran forward along the road, stopping now and then when a break in the trees provided enough light for him to check the path for tracks. Again and again he saw the prints and wondered at the number of them. At least a dozen men must have passed along the roadsince the last heavy rain— possibly many more than that, even. In places, the path was heavily trampled.
Where were they going? Who had sent them? What were they up to?
Luke ran until a patch of moonlight revealed only smooth dirt. He glanced behind him, but the shadows obscured the road. Somewhere since last he’d paused to check, the Illyrian soldiers had left the road.
But whichway had they
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