"They are good enough, and to spare, to deal with... "They are good enough, and to spare, to deal with a score of BarbadiansThis will be more than we've ever tackled, but we've never fought beside a Prince beforeI think," he added, in a meditative voice, "that I too am grown tired of hiding, suddenly
Devin looked over at the wizardsIt was hard to make out their features in the dark, but Erlein said, in a hard-edged voice: "Alessan, the Tracker will have to be killed immediately, or he'll send an image of this place back to Alberico
"He will be," said Alessan quietlyAnd in his voice, too, there was a new noteThe presence of something Devin had never heardA second later he realized that it was death
Alessan's cloak flapped in a gust of windVery deliberately he drew his hood over his face
The hard thing for Devin was that Alberico's Tracker turned out to be twelve years old
They sent Erlein riding west out of the pass, as the lureHe was the one being followedHe had Sertino di
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A short while later, under the stars and the low eastward crescent of Vidomni, the Barbadians entered the passThere were twenty-five of them, and the TrackerSix carried torches, which made things easier
Alessan's arrow and Ducas's met in the Tracker's breast, fired from slopes on opposite sides of the defileEleven of the mercenaries fell under that first rain of arrows before Devin found himself galloping furiously down with Alessan and half a dozen other men out of their concealment in hollows in the passThey angled to close the western exit, even as Ducas and nine men sealed off
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And so on that Ember Night, in the company of outlaws in the highlands of Certando far from his lost home, Alessan bar Valentin, Prince of Tigana, fought the first true battle of his long war of returnAfter the drawn-out years of maneuvering, a subtle gathering of intelligence and the delicate guiding of events, he drew blade against the forces of a Tyrant in that moonlit pass
No subterfuge, no hidden manipulation anymore from the wings of the stageThis was battle, for the time had come
Marius of Quileia had made a promise to him that day, against wisdom and experience and beyond hopeAnd with Marius's promise everything had changedHe could loosen the rigid bonds that had held his heart so tightly leashed all these yearsTonight in this pass he could kill: in memory of his father and his brothers and all the dead of the River Deisa and after, in that year when he himself had not
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They had spirited him away and hidden him in Quileia south of the mountains, with Marius, then a captain of the High Priestess's guardA man with his own reasons for fostering and concealing a young Prince from the northlandsThat had been almost nineteen years ago, when the hiding had begun
He was tired of hidingThe time of running was over now; the season of war had begunTrue, it was Barbadior, not Ygrath, whose soldiers drew blade against them now, but in the end it was all the sameBoth Tyrants were the sameHe had been saying that for all the years since he'd come back north to the peninsula with BaerdIt was a truth hammered into shape like metal on the hard forge of his heartThey had to take them both, or be no nearer freedom than before
And in the Braccio Pass this morning the taking had begunThe keystone had been set in the arch of his designAnd so tonight in this dark defile he could unbind his
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Devin, laboring to keep up with the Prince, rode into his first combat with raw panic and exhilaration vying for mastery in his breastHe did not shout as most of the outlaws did; he was concentrating as much as anything else on ignoring the ache in his wounded legHe gripped the dark sword Baerd had bought for him, holding it with the blade curving upwards as he had been taught in wintry morning lessons that seemed unimaginably remote from this night's happenings
He saw Alessan drive straight into the circled ranks of the mercenaries, unswerving as one of his arrows, as if to put behind him in this one act of direct response all the years when such a thing was not allowed
Frantically, gritting his teeth, Devin followed in Alessan's wakeHe was alone though, and half a dozen lengths behind, when a yellow-bearded Barbadian loomed up beside him, enormous on his
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