otvig turned and walked away。
〃No more time to talk！〃 Josua cried。 〃To horse！〃
The outermost grazing lands of the wagon…camp were disappearing behind them。 Despite the injured and inexperienced riders； the long strides of Vinyafod and his fellows ate up the ground。 The grass flew away beneath their hooves。
〃This is being sickeningly familiar；〃 Josua shouted across to Deornoth and Isorn。
〃What？〃
〃Running！ Pursued by superior forces！〃 Josua waved his arm。 〃I am tired of showing my backside； whether to my brother or the Storm King's minions！〃
Deornoth looked up at the clotted sky； then over his shoulder。 Only a few lone cows dotted the rearward horizon： there was no sign of pursuing riders。 〃We must find a place to make our stronghold； Prince Josua！〃 he called。
〃That's right！〃 Isorn shouted。 〃People will e flocking to your banner then； you'll see！〃
〃And how will they find us？〃 Josua called back with a mocking smile。 〃These people； how will they find us？〃
〃They will； somehow。〃 Isorn shouted； 〃…everybody else does！〃 He whooped with laughter。 The prince and Deornoth joined in。 Vorzheva and the others stared at them as if they were mad。
〃Ride on！〃 Josua cried。 〃I am married and an outlaw！〃
The sun made no clear appearance all day。 When the dim light at last began to wane and the pall of approaching evening spread across the stormy sky； the prince's party chose a spot and made camp。 They had ridden due north from the wagon…city until they reached the Ymstrecca in early afternoon； crossing the river at a muddy ford whose banks were pockmarked with hoofprints。 Josua had decided that traveling eastward would be safer on the far side of the Ymstrecca； where they would be within an hour's swift ride to the forest。 If Fengbald continued to pursue them； they would at least have a chance to spur toward the dark trees and perhaps evade the superior force in Aldheorte's tangled depths。 Despite this caution； there had been no sign of the High King's horsemen all afternoon。 The night's watches also passed uneventfully。 After breaking their fast at sunrise on dried meat and bread； they were mounted and on their way。 They kept their pace swift； but fear of pursuit was lessening by the hour： if Hotvig and others had done something to slow Fengbald； they seemed to have made a good job of it。 The only real misfortune was the suffering of those who were unaccustomed to riding on horseback。 The cold； gray morning was full of regretful noises as they rode on into the east。
On the second day's journey across the green but fortless land； the travelers began to see large roofed wagons and blowsy cottages of mud and sticks dotted along the Ymstrecca's banks。 In two or three places a few huts had even grown together in a tiny settlement； like slow…moving beasts seeking each other's pany upon the dark plain。 The chill grasslands were thick with mist and the travelers could not see far or clearly； but the inhabitants of these huddling…spots did not seem to be Thrithings…folk。
〃Hotvig spoke aright；〃 Josua mused as they passed by one such settlement。 A handful of dim figures bobbed in the gray ribbon of the Ymstrecca that wound beside the huts…settlers casting their fish nets。 〃I think they are Erkynlanders。 See； that cottage has a holy Tree painted on its side！ But why are they here？ Our folk have never lived in this land。〃
〃Upheaval； crops ruined；〃 Strangyeard said。 〃Goodness； how people must be suffering in Erchester！ Terrible！〃
〃They are more likely God…fearing folk who know Elias deals with devils；〃 Gutrun said。 She clasped Leieth tighter against her considerable bosom； as though to protect the child from the High King's municants。
〃Should we not tell them who you are； sire？〃 Deornoth asked。 〃There is safety in numbers； and we have been few for very long。 Besides； if they are Erkynlanders； you are their rightful prince。〃
Josua gazed at the distant camp； then shook his head。 〃They may have e out here to escape all princes； rightful or otherwise。 Also； if we are followed； why put innocents in danger by giving them knowledge of our names and destination？ No； as you said； when we have a stronghold we will make ourselves known。 They can then e to us if they wish； and not because we have swept down on them with swords and horses。〃
Deornoth kept his expression carefully neutral； but inside he was disappointed。 They were in dire need of allies。 Why did Josua insist on being so damnably careful and correct？ Some things about his prince； it was obvious； would never change。
As the riders continued across the brooding steppe； the weather grew steadily worse； as though they were abroad at the turning of winter instead of the earliest days of Anitul…month in what should be high summer。 Flurries of snow came riding on the back of the north wind； and the impossibly broad sky had gone a perpetual gray； dreary as fireplace ash。
Even as the landscape on either side grew more dismal and uninviting； the travelers began to encounter larger settlements along the Ymstrecca's banks； settlements that seemed not to have grown so much as accumulated。 As the river carried brambles and sticks and silt before sloughing them off at convenient sandbars； so the very substance of these settlements； both people and materials； seemed to have arrived in this strange and only slightly hospitable place by chance； lodging as in some narrow spot while the force that had carried them so far swept on without them。
Josua's people rode silently past these tiny； ramshackle hamlets； embryonic towns almost as forbidding as the land itself； each made up of perhaps a dozen crude shelters。 Few living things could be seen outside the flimsy walls； but wisps of smoke from their cooking fires twined on the wind。
A second； third； and fourth night beneath the cloud…hidden stars took the prince's exiles to the edge of the Stefflod river…valley。 The evening of the fifth day brought more snow and bitter cold； but the darkness also gleamed with lights torches and campfires； hundreds of fires that filled the neck of the valley like a bowl of gems。 The travelers had found the largest settlement yet； a near…city of flimsy shelters nestled in the trough of the shallow valley where the Ymstrecca and the Stefllod came together。 After a long journey across the empty plain； it was a heartening sight。
〃Still we go like thieves； Prince Josua；〃 Deornoth whispered crossly。 〃You are the son of Prester John； my lord。 Why must we skulk into this crofter's clutter acting…and looking…like footpads？〃
Josua smiled。 He had not changed his travel…stained Thrithings clothes； although one of the things he had bartered for had been extra garments。 〃You are no longer begging my pardon for your forwardness as once as you once did； Deornoth。 No； do not apologize。 We have been through too much together for me to disapprove。 You are right； we are not ing down into this place as a prince and his court…we make a sorry court； in any case。 We shall instead find out what we can and not put our women and young Leieth and the rest in any unnecessary danger。〃 He turned to Isorn； who was the third and to this point quietest member of the trio。 〃If anything； we will want to allay suspicion that we are anything but ordinary travelers。 You； Isorn； look especially well…fed； your size alone might make some of these poor folk afraid。〃 He chuckled and poked the brawny young Rimmersman m the side。 Isorn； taken unawares by the prince's sudden lightheartedness； stumbled and almost fell。
〃I cannot make myself small； Josua；〃 he grunted。 〃Be thankful I am not as big as my father； or your poor folk might run screaming into the night at the sight of me。〃
〃Ah； how I miss Isgrimnur；〃 Josua said。 〃May the Aedon indeed look after your father； that good man； and bring him back to us safely。〃
〃My mother misses him very much and fears for him；〃 Isorn said quietly； 〃but she does not say so。〃 His good…natured face was solemn。
Josua looked at him keenly。 〃Yes； your family is not one for breast…beating。〃
〃All the same；〃 Deornoth suddenly said； 〃the duke can certainly make a ruckus when he is displeased！ I remember when he