A few minutes pass before I realize it is indeed a trollis, and alone. I raise heavy hands to show I’m unarmed. Exhausted, I stop and wait for him to come to me. He holds a bow and nocked arrow in his hands. He’s the shortest trollis I’ve ever seen, even shorter than Perg. His stout body still looks strong, his skin is the shade of night, and his large ears sit high on his head. I don’t recognize him.
He stops eight paces from me.
I speak first. “Qequan sent you?” I don’t recognize my own voice.
He keeps his distance. “What have you found?”
I lick my lips, though it does no good. “The army is trying to lure trollis out of Cagmar. They want the scouts increased, so they can pick them off. They plan to draw you out for open battle.”
The trollis’s expression doesn’t change a hair. “Doesn’t matter now.”
My back straightens. “Doesn’t matter? Has Cagmar mobilized?” Qequan’s voice echoes in my memory. Mayhap we’ll streamline things and put you on the front lines.
Azmar, please wait for me.
His eyes narrow. “Not for you to know.”
I tell him everything else I found out, which isn’t as much as I thought, once it’s spoken out loud. I detail my father’s map and his army, its supplies, and its weapons.
“I don’t know if they’re merging with another army or not,” I confess.
The trollis frowns. “I’ll pass it along.”
Relief winds past my lips. “How far is the rest of your party?”
“You will not be attending me.”
My gut drops to my feet. “Wh-What do you mean? Qequan promised. I got the information you need.”
He squares his shoulders. “But we do not yet know if it’s true information. My instructions were very clear. The council will reinstate you only if your findings prove correct.”
I gape. Shake my head. Sputter. “B-But where am I to go? I’ve no provisions—” A cough squeezes my throat, and I turn away, but my coughing only emphasizes the scratchiness of my throat. I can’t catch my breath.
Mercifully, begrudgingly, the trollis hands me a half-full waterskin. I take it and suck the liquid down. “Th-Thank you.”
He squirms, as most trollis do when thanked. Handing back the waterskin, I beg, “Please.”
“Go to your humans.” He shrugs, uncaring. “Return when you fulfill your bargain with the council.”
I shake my head. What if my father’s plans change? But I don’t speak it. I don’t want to give this scout any reason to doubt me.
“I can’t. Please.” My tears are made of dust. “I had to flee them to meet you here. They’ll know I’m loyal to Cagmar if I return.”
He stiffens and looks past me. “You were followed.”
Closing my eyes, I shake my head. “No. I-I don’t think so. But I can’t go back.”
He steps away. “Then find shelter, human. If you follow me, I’ll have to kill you.”
My lips part, but the resolution on the scout’s face doesn’t yield. The trollis will not take me in. Not until . . . what? My father attacks? When will that be?
He walks away, leaving me standing there to face the night alone. And I do. I’m a statue, listening until his footsteps fade, watching until he vanishes.
Then find shelter. If only it were that easy. The drought has wracked this country. The mountains in the north might provide a cave, but they’re at least two weeks’ journey. I’ll die before I make it there. And I’ll die if I stay here.
I think of Terysos. But I’ll be recognized. They know me. They drove me out. My father’s army is not so far away that I wouldn’t be reported. And I’d likely be tied up, unable to return to Cagmar even when my information proves true. I’m not hydrated enough to make it to another township. The next closest ones are Lucarpo, my hometown, and Dina, miles to the southeast. Too far.
Which means I must return to my father.
My jaw trembles. I bite down and start walking, my legs half-numb, half-ache. I’ll have to march the entire night to catch up with the army before it sets out again. If it sets out again. I don’t know, but I imagine they won’t stay dormant long.
My tired mind threads through excuses, searching for ways to justify my absence. The aerolass scared me. The soldier threatened me. I got lost. All of them sound transparent. My father will see through my lies.
But if I must choose between his wrath and my death, I will choose the first. And so I remind myself, I’ve survived him before.