Chapter Fourteen

The next morning, I headed out the south gate just as the sun crested the

Soul Mountains. Soon a glorious sweep of sunlight rushed over the valley,

indicating the start of the Commander's exercise. My heart pulsed with

excitement and fear. A strange combination of feelings, but they fueled my

steps. I scarcely felt the weight of my backpack.

I had worried that the items contained in my knapsack could be considered

cheating. After much thought, I decided that a prisoner intent on escaping from

the dungeon would save some of her bread rations, smuggle a weapon from the

guard room and steal the other items from the blacksmiths. And if I was

stretching things a bit, then so what. No one had told me I must flee with

nothing.

My determination to "escape" had increased since the plan had first been

proposed. The money was merely a bonus at this point. I wanted to prove the

Commander wrong. The Commander, who thought I wouldn't get far, who had

been concernedmy deathwould jeopardizehisexercise.

Before leaving the castle complex, I had stopped for a moment to view the

main building in the daylight. My first impression was that a child had built the

palace with his toy blocks. The base of the castle was rectangular. It supported

various upper levels of squares, triangles and cylinders built atop one another in

a haphazard fashion. The only attempts at symmetry were the magnificent

towers at each corner of the castle. Streaked with brilliantly colored glass

windows, the four towers stretched toward the sky.

The castle's unusual geometric design intrigued me, and I would have liked

to view it from other angles, but Valek had instructed me to leave the complex at

dawn as I only had an hour's head start. Then, the soldiers and dogs in pursuit

would try to discover which gate I had exited, tracking me from there. Valek had

taken one of my uniform shirts in order to give the dogs my scent. I had asked

him who would taste the Commander's food while I was gone, and he'd given

me some vague reply about having others trained in the art of poisoning who

were too valuable to be used on a regular basis. Unlike me.

My southern route was an obvious direction, but I didn't plan to maintain it

for long. I hoped the soldiers would assume I was headed straight for the border.

The castle complex was in Military District 6 and quite close to the southern

lands, wedged between MD–7 to the west and MD–5 to the east. The dead King,

who had built the complex, had preferred the milder weather.

Alternating between jogging and walking, it wasn't long before I entered

Snake Forest, avoiding Castletown. While studying some of Valek's maps the

previous night, I had noticed that the forest surrounded Castletown on three

sides. The northern district of the town faced the castle. Snake Forest also spread

out to the east and west like a thin belt of green.

At the official southern border, Commander Ambrose's soldiers had cleared

a hundred-foot-wide swath from the Soul Mountains in the east all the way to the

Sunset Ocean in the west. Since the takeover it was a crime for anyone, Ixian or

Sitian, to cross this line.

I jogged through the forest, making a conspicuous trail. Breaking branches

and stomping footprints in the dirt, I remained southbound until I reached a

small stream. My hour head start was almost up. I knelt by the stream's bank and

reached into the water. Pulling out a handful of mud, I let the water drain

through my fingers. I hunched over the stream and smeared the wet sediment on

my face and neck. Since I had pulled my hair into a bun, I rubbed mud on my

ears and the back of my neck. I hoped the men would guess I had knelt here for a

drink. After stamping footprints near the stream's bank to mislead my pursuers

into thinking I had walked into the water, I traced my route back until I found a

perfect tree.

About six feet from my path, a Velvatt's smooth trunk rose high into the

air. The first sturdy branch off the main trunk stretched fifteen feet above my

head. Trying not to disturb the ground surrounding my scent path, I removed my

backpack and pulled out one of the items I had borrowed from the blacksmiths.

It was a small metal grappling hook. I tied it to the end of a long thin rope coiled

inside my bag.

With my head start gone, a sudden image of guards and dogs exploding

from the castle flashed through my mind. Hastily I threw the hook up to the

branch. It missed. I caught it on the way down. Frantic, I threw the hook again.

Missed. I calmed my raging pulse and focused on the task. The hook snagged the

branch. Confident the hook was secure, I tied the extra line around my waist so it

wouldn't drag and put on my backpack. Grabbing the rope with both hands, I

pulled my weight off the ground and wrapped my legs around the slack.

It had been a long time since I had climbed this way. All the way up the

rope, my arm, shoulder and back muscles complained over my year-long

inactivity. Once I reached the top, I straddled the branch and repacked the rope

and hook in my backpack.

A strong breeze blew from the west. Wanting to stay down-wind of the

dogs, I spent the next half hour climbing east through the trees until I was well

away from my original path. For once, my small size and acrobatic abilities proved a benefit.

When I came across a Cheketo tree, I found a secure nook near the trunk

and unslung my backpack. The Cheketo's leaf was the biggest that grew in the

Snake Forest. Its circular-shaped green leaf, spotted with brown, was perfect for

my needs. I sat still for a minute, listening for sounds of pursuit. Birds chirped

and insects buzzed; I heard the quick rustling of leaves as a deer moved. I

detected the faint baying of dogs, but it might have been just my imagination.

There was no sign of Valek. But knowing him, he had to be close behind.

Taking Rand's glue from my pack, I stripped leaves off the tree. When I

had enough, I removed my shirt and glued the leaves onto it. Feeling self-

conscious in just my sleeveless undershirt, I worked fast.

I covered the shirt, then my pants, boots and backpack with leaves. Finally,

I glued a large leaf onto my hair and two smaller ones onto the backs of my

hands, leaving my fingers free to move. Rand's warning that the glue only held

for a week passed through my mind, and I smiled as I envisioned his reaction

when he saw me walking around the castle with leaves attached to my head and

hands.

I didn't have a mirror, but I hoped I had camouflaged my entire body in

green and brown. I wasn't concerned with the small black patches that might

show through; it was the bright red of my uniform shirt that would immediately

give me away.

Too nervous to stay in one place for long, I continued to climb east as fast

and quiet as I could. My eastern direction wandered. Since I was unwilling to let

my scent touch the ground, I had to detour either north or south on occasion. My

grappling hook and rope were employed many times as I used them to bring

branches within reach, or to swing from tree to tree. My muscles protested the

abuse, but I ignored them. Laughing to myself whenever I overcame a difficult

hurdle, I enjoyed the pure freedom of traveling above the ground. I grinned as I

sweated through the entire morning. Eventually I knew I would have to head

south again because that was the only place a fugitive could find safety and

asylum.

Sitia welcomed the refugees from Ixia. Their government had had an open

relationship with the King, trading exotic spices, fabrics and foods for metals,

precious stones and coal. When the Commander ceased trade, Ixia lost mainly

luxury items while Sitia's resources became limited. Worry that Sitia would try

to conquer the north for needed resources had dissipated when the Sitian

geologists discovered that their Emerald Mountains, a continuation of the

northern Soul Mountains, were rich in ores and minerals. Now, it seemed, Sitia

was content to keep a wary eye on the north.

Soon my climb through the trees intersected a well-used path in the forest. I

saw deep wagon ruts in the hard-packed dirt. The road was probably a part of the

main east-west trading route, which turned north for a few miles to detour

around Lake Keyra before resuming its easterly direction. The lake was just over

the border of MD–5.

Settling on a sturdy branch within sight of the path, I leaned back on the

tree's trunk, rested and ate my lunch while deciding where to go next. After a

while, the soothing noises from the forest almost lulled me to sleep.

"See anything?" A male voice beneath me disrupted the quiet.

Startled, I grabbed the branch to keep from falling. Caught, I froze in shock.

"No. All clear," another man's voice replied from a distance. His tone was

rough with annoyance.

There had been no barking to alert me; it must be the other team. I had been

so worried about the dogs that I had forgotten about the smaller team. Too

cocky, I thought. I deserved to be caught early.

I waited for them to order me down, but they remained quiet. Looking

below, I searched the forest but couldn't locate them. Maybe they hadn't seen

me after all. After a bit of rustling, two men emerged from the dense underbrush.

They, too, wore green and brown camouflage, although their snug overalls and

face paint were more professional than my glued-together ensemble.

"Stupid idea, coming east. She's probably at the southern border by now,"

Rough Voice grumbled to his partner.

"That's what the dog boys figured, even though the hounds lost her scent,"

said the second man.

I smiled. I'd outsmarted the dogs. At least I had managed to accomplish

that much.

"I don't know if I follow the logic of going east," Rough Voice said.

The other man sighed. "You're not supposed to follow the logic. The

Captain ordered us east; we go east. He seems to think she'll head deeper into

MD–5. Familiar territory for her."

"Well, what if she doesn't come back? Another stupid idea, using the food

taster," Rough Voice complained. "She's a criminal."

"That's not our concern. That's Valek's problem. I'm sure if she got away

he would take care of her."

I wondered if Valek was listening. We both knew he wouldn't need to hunt

me down; all he had to do was wait the poison out. I found the conversation

helpful, especially the fact that it wasn't common knowledge that I'd been

poisoned.

"Let's go. We're supposed to rendezvous with the Captain at the lake. Oh, and try to keep the noise down. You sound like a panicked moose crashing

through the woods," the smarter man chided.

"Oh yeah. Like you could hear me over your specially trained 'woodland-

animal footsteps,'" Rough Voice countered. "It was like listening to two deer

humping each other."

The men laughed and in a wink disappeared into the underbrush, one on

each side of the path. I strained to hear them moving but couldn't tell if they

were gone. I waited until I couldn't bear the inactivity. The men had decided my

next move. The lake was to the east. Climbing through the trees, I headed south.

As I worked my way along, an odd, creepy feeling burrowed its way into

my mind. Somehow I became convinced that the men I had seen on the path

were following me, hunting me. An uncontrollable urge to move fast pushed on

me like a strong hand on the back of my neck, propelling me forward. When I

couldn't stand it any longer, I threw all precautions of keeping hidden and quiet

aside. I dropped to the ground and bolted.

When I burst into a small clearing in the trees, I stopped. The overpowering

feeling of panic had disappeared. My sides stitched with pain. Dropping my

pack, I collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. I cursed myself for such

panicky behavior.

"Nice outfit," a familiar voice said. Dread and fear gave me the energy to

jump to my feet.

No one in sight. Yet. I ripped open my backpack and pulled the knife. My

heart performed somersaults in my chest. I turned in slow circles as I scanned

the forest, searching for the voice of death.