Soen shook his head in wonder. Why take the dwarf? The creature was so obvious. It made no sense; if they were bolting, they would want to remain as inconspicuous as possible. But, he reminded himself, just how sane were they after all?
“Did he say which way they went?” Soen asked.
“Yes, Master,” Phang nodded. “Just after they were positioned at the front of the defending line, they ran off into the trees.” The elven Codexia raised his hand, pointing with a pair of long fingers. “There. . near where those two trees are grown together.”
Soen was striding across the field before Phang had finished his sentence. He took little notice of the putrefying bodies over which he stepped beyond occasionally altering his course when their bulk was otherwise unavoidable. He assumed that the remaining members of his Quorum were following behind him. Soen’s eyes remained fixed on the twin trees at the edge of the field and the forest of which they were a part.
Soen’s pace quickened as he moved between the glowing crystal structures of the totems surrounding the field. Their magic had contained the slave herd of warriors as intended, so the bodies diminished at once as he passed them. Diminished, he noted grimly, but did not end entirely; there were other bodies beyond the totems, each of whose shaven heads bore the mark of one of the fallen Houses. The explosive failure of the Timuran Well had far-reaching effects indeed, he realized, for now they knew that the bolters that had caused all this-or any of the fallen warriors, for that matter-were no longer constrained to the strictly controlled channels of the totems and fold platforms.
He slowed as he approached the tree, his keen eyes searching the ground. He took it all in quickly: a broken twig here, a bent blade there, patterns in the grasses around the base of the trees and the patches of exposed dirt on the slope falling away from him down toward a ravine. For him, tracking was a gift from the gods for which he was grateful each day. It had saved his life many times down the long and difficult years of his service-and brought an end to many more lives who threatened all that he served.
He drew in a deep breath, holding his hand up in warning as his Quorum joined him from behind. He could see it all in his mind’s eye: the squat dwarf cutting a wide path across the grass, the small, deep footfalls of the chimerian and a pair of manticores crashing through the lower branches of the overhanging trees.
They moved down the slope, slightly to the left.
Soen followed it all in his head, moving with light, quick steps down the slope. He had the track now and knew what to look for.
He stepped through the trees, the dappled light falling on him as he passed, and then stopped, kneeling down and staring at the ground.
“What is it, Master?” Qinsei asked.
“Here,” Soen pointed. “Note this. Human footprints. They stopped here, facing each other. . very close, too. One set is deeper and larger than the other-male-while the other is smaller and lighter-female, I believe.”
“Mated then?” Jukung offered.
Soen stood up, placing his hands on his hips and he surveyed his surroundings once more. “Perhaps. . a good sign, for it will slow them up. Make them easier to capture or kill. The dwarf joined them here it seems-as well as the other human woman-then they all moved off along the ridge line.”
“They were making for the fold portal again,” Phang said with a sigh.
“Yes, again,” Soen said.
They followed along the path of their quarry, weaving among the trees and down into a shallow ravine. They turned with the tracks through the tall grass, traveling upward until they emerged from the tree line, as predicted, at the far end of the marshaling field near the base of the fold portal.
Jukung trotted up the steps of the platform. The fold shimmered before him as he gazed into its rippling surface. Then the Assesia turned and sat down on the steps. He gestured back through the portal with his thumb. “More carnage, more dead. I believe it’s getting worse.”
“The scale of this-it is almost too great to comprehend,” Qinsei said as she gazed out over the slaughter still scattered before them. “How is it possible that the fall of a single House Well could cause this much damage?”
“It’s because the Myrdin-dai and the Occuran do not trust each other,” Soen said as he, too, gazed over the gory field.
“They caused this?” Jukung scoffed.
Soen ignored the implied insult. “In part. The Occuran have basked in the Imperial mandate for over a hundred years. . maintaining the network of Aether Wells in the Provinces and the Imperial Trade Folds that held the Empire together. It has long been the center of their power-the force of Aether is diminished exponentially by distance, requiring a network of Wells and folds to maintain its strength across the Empire.”