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heard of plants that bite?”
    The half-elf’s expression was thoughtful. “I’ve heard of stranger things,” he said.
    She jerked her hand away. “You’re trying to spook me, half-elf. Let’s get moving.” She shoved Obsidian past the chestnut gelding into the lead. Tanis followed slowly.
    The path narrowed; red grasses pushed in from the sides until Tanis and Kitiara could barely see to the right or the left. There was only room for the horses to pass in single file. The smell of muck increased, as did the whine of insects. Once something purple, the size of a horse’s hoof, scampered across the path right in front of Obsidian, dragging a small, fluttering bird. So startled was the mare that it was all Kitiara could do to restrain her rearing mount. When Obsidian had settled down at last, Kitiara shouted back, “What in the shadowless Abyss was
that?
”
    “Bog spider,” Tanis said tersely. “Poisonous.”
    As evening darkened, mosquitoes descended in hordes upon the travelers. Tanis unrolled a blanket from his bedroll and wrapped it over his head to discourage the biting insects. Kitiara followed suit. “Don’t brush against the plants,” he warned. Kitiara grunted in reply but kept Obsidian in the center of the trail.
    Tanis suddenly dismounted, picked up a stone from the trail, and tossed it into the reddish grasses. A splash followed. “The left fork led to Haven?” he repeated.
    Kitiara stopped and looked around. “So she said.” Her gaze flicked from moss to grass to the narrow path. “So she said.”
    Grasses pressed in on each side. As dusk deepened,they heard something large splash into the water off to their left. Bats swooped and circled overhead, feasting on nighttime insects. A humming, like the sound of a thousand insects, thrummed through the marsh.
    “Have you ever done battle in a bog?” Tanis asked quietly. Ignoring the mosquitoes, he let the blanket fall from his head and felt for his sword.
    Kitiara shook her head. “You?”
    Tanis nodded. “Once. With Flint.”
    By some unspoken decision, they kept their tone offhand. “What lives here?” Kitiara asked.
    “Ever heard of the Jarak-Sinn?”
    Again she shook her head.
    “They’re a race of lizard people. Their venom is deadly,” Tanis said. With the night growing more dense around them, it seemed more appropriate to whisper. “And of course, there are ogres; you find them everywhere,” he continued. “And shambling mounds. They look like piles of rotting leaves—until they rise and envelop you. Swamp alligators; I fought gators with Flint. They carry venom in a spine at the ends of their tails. They try to paralyze you and pull you into the water and drown you.” He didn’t mention that the feisty dwarf had almost lost his life in such an encounter, surviving only after liberal doses of Qualinesti herbs to offset the poison.
    Kitiara pushed the blanket back from her head and drew her sword. Tanis’s was already out.
    “So we’re in the swamp. Should we retreat or go on?” the swordswoman asked.
    Tanis looked at the scarlet grasses. “We couldn’t turn the horses on this narrow path if we wanted to. Push on, but be ready, Kit.”
    They moved on more slowly, their ears prickingwith every new splash and bubble from the swamp. The stench of rotting plants and animals grew worse. Solinari had risen and was bathing the travelers in platinum moonlight.
    Then, all at once, what looked like
two
silver moons hung in the sky. Kitiara pointed and shouted. “Look, half-elf! A light! It’s Haven after all!” Ignoring the half-elf’s cry of dismay, she kicked Obsidian in the sides and clattered confidently ahead. The half-elf had no choice but to force Dauntless into a gallop.
    “Kitiara, wait!” he shouted. “It’s a will-o’-the-wisp!” The swordswoman raced on as though she hadn’t heard him.
    The path widened and curved to the right of a black pool. Solinari shone above them, its light giving an otherwordly glow to