me if I donât faint with relief.â
Merry could still hear the low voices of the other two arguing, although he could barely see them in the soft, dappled light of the forest. The Erlrune had woven them cloaks for the journey, and like everything she made they were imbued with magic, being grey at dusk, green at noon, and black at midnight, as changeable as water. Now he could hear Liliana say, âWhy do you find it so hard to be beaten by a girl? Typical starkinââ
âIf you call me âstarkin scumâ one more time, I swear Iâll knock you down just like a boy and then see how you like it,â Zed replied furiously.
âIâd like to see you try,â she replied coolly, one hand flying to her quiver of arrows.
âCome on,â Merry said. âStop arguing. I thought you were worried about noise, Lili? Canât we just agree it was a tie?â
âIt was not a tie!â Liliana said. âI won fair and square. But youâre right, Merry. We should be quiet. Itâd be a shame to endanger our quest simply because a pig-headed starkin boy canât accept defeat.â
She forged ahead. Zed had no choice but to fall in behind her, for the path was narrow and rough, leading under brambles and briar, over roots and boulders, and in and out of immense trees whose needles covered the ground in a rich, brown, slippery carpet that muffled their footsteps.
âIsnât she the most aggravating girl youâve ever met?â Zed said, lagging behind to speak to Merry. âShe just canât bear not to have the last word, can she? Really, someone should let her know just how annoying that is.â
Merry grinned. âNow, I wonder who that reminds me of?â
âAnd the way she always pushes ahead. Itâs really not very ladylike.â
âA gentleman would always stand back and let her go first, though,â Merry said, who had often suffered from Zed doing exactly the same thing.
Zed frowned, then said unwillingly, âI guess so. I suppose
someone
has to teach her the right way to behave.â
Merry said, âTeach her by example. No matter how bossy she is, just smile and nod and say, âAs your ladyship desires.â Soon sheâll be as gentle as a lamb.â
Zed thought about this for a moment, then shook his head. âCanât see that happening,â he said despondently. âI say, Merry, canât you . . .â
âNo,â Merry replied.
âBut why?â
âI like her,â Merry said. âBesides, she did win . . . not by much, I admit, but she did still win.â
âRubbish!â Zed cried. âAre you blind? I won by a good three inches.â
Merry smiled and nodded, and said, âYes, sir. As your lordship desires.â
Zed shot him a suspicious look, then smiled reluctantly. âOh, all right then. Still, she did cheat!â
Liliana had come to a halt beside an old, twisted tree. She gestured to them impatiently, her other hand resting on a thick root that writhed out of the ground, creating a small dark hole beneath.
âAnyone nearby?â she asked the omen-imp, who had been swinging and scuttling his way through the high branches in his usual fashion. Tom-Tit-Tot made a rude face at her, but launched himself into the air and flew out of sight. He came back a few moments later and perched on the tree root above Lilianaâs head. âAll is still, all is quiet, makes me want to start a riot.â
âPlease donât,â Liliana said. âCome on then, you boys. Follow me.â She ducked into the dark crevice under the tree root and disappeared.
âWhat, in there?â Zed asked, and looked at Merry in disbelief.
âI think thatâs what she means,â Merry replied.
âItâs all right for her, sheâs half my size,â Zed grumbled, putting down his satchel and bending down to peer into the dark hole. He sat
English Historical Fiction Authors
Sally Grindley
Wendell Berry
Harri Nykänen
C. M. Stunich
Arthur Bradford
Jessica Fortunato
Brian Rathbone
Dawn Peers
J. A. Jance