Gate of Ivrel by C. J. Cherryh Read Free Book Online

stirring besides the wind that cracked the icy branches, something large and of weight; and he strained his eyes and hearing and held his breath to see and listen to what it might be.
     
    Suddenly he saw Morgaine's hand seek toward her belt beneath her cloak, and he knew that she was awake.
     
    "I will put wood upon the fire," he said, this also for any watcher. He rolled off the log into a crouch, almost expecting a rush of something.
     
    Brush cracked. Snow crunched, rapidly receding.
     
    He looked at Morgaine.
     
    "It was no wolf," she said. "Go feed the fire, and keep an eye to the horses. If we ride out now we are perhaps no better target than we are sitting here, but I fear this trail has changed too much to chance it in the dark."
     
    It was an uneasy night thereafter. The clouds grew thicker. Toward morning there came the first siftings of snow.
     
    Vanye swore, heartbreakingly, with feeling. He hated the cold like death itself; it closed in about them until all the world
     
    was white, and they drifted through the veiling wind as they rode, like wraiths, nearly losing one another upon occasion, until the lowering sky ceased to sift down on them and they had an afternoon free of misery.
     
    The trail ceased to be a trail at all, yet Morgaine still professed to know the way: she had, she avowed, ridden it only a few days ago, when trees were still young that now were old, where others stood that now did not, and the path was fair and well-ridden. Yet she insisted she would not mistake their way.
     
    And toward evening they did indeed come to what seemed a proper road, or the remnant of one, and made a camp in a pleasant place that was at least sheltered from the rising wind, a hollow among rocks that looked out upon an open meadow—rare in these hills. With the wind up and no dry bed for their rest, he did what he could with pine boughs, and tried beneath the snow for grass for the horses, but it was too deep, and iced. He fed the animals the last of the grain, wondering what would become of them on the morrow, and then returned to the fire that Morgaine had made, there to sit hunched in his cloak like a winter bird, miserable and dejected. He slept early, taking what rest he could until Morgaine nudged him with her foot. Thereafter she slept in the warm place he had quitted, and he sat slumped against a rock and wrapped his arms and legs about his longsword, trying against his weariness to hold himself alert.
     
    He nodded, unintended, jerked erect again. One of the horses snorted. He thought that he himself had startled it by his sudden movement, but the uneasiness nagged at him.
     
    Then he rose up with unsheathed sword in hand and walked out to see the horses.
     
    A weight hit his back, snarling and spitting and sounding human. He cried out and spun, wrist shocked as the sword bit bone; and something went loping off, hunched and shadowy in the dark. There were others joining it in its retreat. He saw a light flash, spun about to see Morgaine.
     
    For an instant he cringed, fearing what she held no less than he feared beasts out of Koris, and still trembling in every limb from the attack.
     
    She waited for him, and he came back to her, knelt down on the mat of boughs and zealously cleaned his sword in snow and rubbed it dry. He loathed the blood of Koris-things upon
     
    the clean steel. His hurts were numb; he hoped that there had not been any to break the skin. He did not think they had pierced the mail shirt.
     
    "These are not natural beasts," she said.
     
    "No," he agreed. "They are far from natural. But they can die by natural weapons."
     
    "Is thee hurt?"
     
    "No," he judged, surprised, even pleased that she had asked; he nodded his head in a half-bow, tribute to courtesy which liyo did not owe ilin. "No, I do not think so."
     
    She settled again. "Will rest? I will wake a while."
     
    "No," he said again. "I could not sleep."
     
    She nodded, settled, and curled herself back to