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Twins Tren and Tif don’t believe in dragons. Which is unfortunate because they’re hereditary dragonfighters.
All their lives since they were old enough to understand, Tifan and his sister Tirulen have been trained by their father, honing their bodies and their minds, learning to fight hand-to-hand, with weapons and with magic, all to prepare them to face the dragonriders and their huge, fire-breathing beasts.
Except that there are no dragons. No dragon has been seen for two hundred years, since the dragonriders were defeated and all the dragons were killed. As if the weight of all that family history and expectation aren’t enough, they’re doing it for nothing. Their crazy father is forcing them to train to meet a foe that no longer exists.
Tren rebels and heads for the town where she hopes to build a normal life away from all the craziness. But when both she and her brother are attacked by some fairly serious-looking people and they return home to find their entire village burned to the ground, they realise they were wrong.
The dragons do still exist, and they and the dragonrider folk are on the move again, and apparently, after them. Along with the father that they now realise isn’t crazy after all, the twins must try to make it to the dragonfighter stronghold, the only place they will be safe, pursued all the way by a group of ruthless dragonrider assassins and hunted from the air by dragons.
Although a story in its own right, "Hunted" is also the first part of a classic, epic fantasy trilogy.
Ashley Abbiss
Hello there. I’m Ashley Abbiss. I live and write in beautiful New Zealand, where I live with one large dog, who looks nothing like Friend from my Daughters of Destiny books. She is, however, almost as intelligent and definitely as opinionated, and if she can’t quite speak in the way Friend does to Niari, that doesn’t really hold her back much!I write fantasy, mostly of the epic variety. Let me say right up front that if you’re looking for a quick read, you’re in the wrong place. But if you like a substantial, satisfying story that you can really get your teeth into, stick with me. I may have something you’ll enjoy. There’s no graphic sex in my books. If that’s what you want, you’ll have to look elsewhere. There is violence, and there is swearing, though mostly of the ‘s/he swore’ variety, nothing overly graphic or offensive. I also write about strong, independent female characters, so if your taste runs to something more macho, or something more frilly and helpless, this may not be the place for you. I’ve always loved wandering in different worlds, be they fantasy or science fiction, although lately I tend to prefer fantasy. The only proviso is that they have to be believable worlds, worlds that feel real, that have depth and scope – and they must, absolutely must be fun to visit. I read for escape and entertainment, and I don’t really want to escape from this world into one even grimmer. Trouble, tension, and danger I can deal with, what sort of story would there be without them? Where would Pern be without Thread, Frodo without Sauron, Harry Potter without Voldemort? But there has to be hope, and there has to be a light touch. Happy ever after does have a lot going for it, even if initially it’s only a very small light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. My personal favourites include Tolkien's Lord of the Rings trilogy, Anne McCaffrey’s Pern series, and the fantasies of David Eddings, and lately, they’ve been joined by J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and a few others. Of those, David Eddings was probably my greatest inspiration.I began to wonder if I could create my own world, one just as believable and multi-layered as theirs. Could I create a world with its own history, geography, social structure, deities, and all the rest? One that hung together? That a reader could believe in? It became a challenge, one I really wanted to see if I could meet. So I dusted off my writing skills, learned a few more, cranked up the imagination, and got busy. I’d always been good at creative writing, but though I’d made a few attempts to write after I left school, none of them came to anything. That was until I started writing fantasy. Suddenly, I knew I’d come home. I quickly discovered that I’m not the sort of writer who can plan a book (or a world!) before I start. I just can’t do it. But I can create characters, and suddenly the characters took on a reality of their own and took over the stories, often to the extent that they actually surprised me. And the stories worked. Their world worked. Sometimes I had to go back and fix the odd contradiction, but mostly it worked and was very natural and organic. Even though my first attempts were pitiful, I knew I’d found where I belong. I persevered, I learned, I wrote. I discovered that the characters are key for me. Once I get them right, they tell their own story. I was away. There were dark days during which my stories became my refuge, my characters my friends. And I kept writing. There were happy times when I didn’t need a refuge, but my characters were still my friends, and they drew me inexorably back. I kept writing. And now, I hope my characters may become your friends too, my worlds ones where you also like to walk; perhaps even your refuge from dark days. Come join me in a world where magic is real and the gods are near, where beasts talk and men and women achieve things they never dreamed they could. But most of all, come and have fun! Happy reading.Ash.
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Hunted - Ashley Abbiss
CHAPTER ONE
Tren groaned and rolled over. Only then did she realise that the pounding she could hear wasn’t just in her head. Someone was knocking on the door. Swearing under her breath, she opened her eyes, squinting against the glare of the light, dim in her little garret room, but still bright enough to stab right through her eyes and into her brain. Or so it seemed to her as she winced and squeezed them almost shut again.
She sat up, one hand groping under the pillow for her dagger while with the other, she tried to keep the top of her head from flying off. She removed her hand from the dagger. One little altercation in an alley and she was jumping at shadows. She shook her head, which turned out to be a major mistake. She cradled her head and hoped she wouldn’t throw up. The knocking came again, more urgent this time.
Who’s there?
she croaked.
Tren, it’s me, Tif. Open the door.
She staggered to her feet and removed the bar that she’d placed across the door so she could rest without worrying about anyone interrupting her.
Tif?
she said to the young man standing there. What are you doing here?
By the beard of Aranisul, Tren! You look awful. What’s happened?
Tif said as he pushed into the room.
It’s not as bad as it looks,
Tren said, waving a hand. She went back to sit on the bed while her brother took the room’s only chair. I’d be all right if I could just get rid of this headache.
She grinned, although it was more a grimace than anything. Don’t worry, the other guy looks worse.
But what happened?
Someone tried to rob me when I was coming home,
Tren said.
What happened exactly?
Tif said, leaning forward.
What does it matter?
Tren said irritably. I was on my way home at the end of my shift and two guys jumped me in an alley. I fought them off, but I got this cut on my arm and whacked my head against a brick wall during the scuffle. End of not very exciting story.
They had knives?
Tren sighed. Yes, they had knives,
she said with exaggerated patience. Why couldn’t he just leave it alone and let her get over her headache in peace? If he went on like this much longer, she was going to disgrace herself by throwing up. Most robbers do. It generally makes it easier to persuade people to part with their valuables.
Don’t be sarcastic.
Well, stop asking stupid questions when the top of my head is about to fly off.
Sorry, Tren. But this is important, more important than you realise. Are you sure they were trying to rob you?
I didn’t wait about to ask them,
Tren said. I was kind of busy defending myself. What else would they be doing?
Trying to kill you, maybe.
She looked at him, saw the earnestness in his face, and burst out laughing. At least until a particularly vicious stab of pain from her head told her that was as bad an idea as shaking her head had been. She groaned and put her head in her hands.
You’ve really got a problem there, haven’t you?
Tif said. Let’s see what the damage is.
Don’t. Leave it alone,
Tren said, pulling away as he rose to his feet and bent over her.
Don’t be stupid. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to look.
Tif bent over her, gently parting her blood-matted hair with his hands as she cowered and hissed.
Oh, god of light, Tren! This is about as big as a goose egg, and I think it needs stitches. It’s actually still bleeding. I thought you said you just whacked your head. This looks as though someone pounded it against that wall.
That might have happened,
Tren admitted.
Tif pulled back the collar of her tunic to expose her neck. While they were strangling you, by the look of those bruises,
he said.
Tren slapped his hand away and pulled her collar back to cover the livid marks that would surely be dark bruises by the end of the day.
Tif put his hands on his hips and glowered. Why do you always have to act so tough, Tirulen?
he demanded.
"Why do you have to loom over me and do the whole big brother thing, Tifan?" Tren threw back.
I am your big brother.
Tren snorted. By twenty minutes. I’m not sure that actually counts. It certainly doesn’t with me.
Come on,
Tif said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her up. You’re going to see an apothecary right now. That head wound needs cleaning at the very least. He can look at the cut on your arm, too. And you certainly need something for the pain.
Those things always make me sleepy,
Tren said.
Well, we’ll see if he’s got something that won’t,
Tif said. But you can’t stay like this, that’s for certain.
Nag, nag, nag,
Tren said.
But she didn’t resist as her brother pulled her from the room. Much as she hated to admit it, she did feel truly awful. Even something that left her feeling drugged and dopey would be preferable to the pain she was in at that moment. Not that she was about to admit that to Tif, though. She grabbed her purse – these people would want to be paid, after all – and let him lead her to the local apothecary.
An hour later, her wounds had been cleaned and neatly bandaged, the one on her arm stitched, and she’d taken the first dose of a medicine guaranteed to kill the pain while not making her sleepy. She took that with a grain of salt. In her experience, those things always made her drowsy.
She’d said so to the apothecary, and he’d sold her another medicine which he said would help her to wake up if the other one had a hangover effect. She only hoped one or both of them worked the way they were supposed to.
While she’d rather like a decent night’s sleep, something she wasn’t likely to get without a little help with the pain, there was nothing she hated more than to feel fusty and hungover for half the day afterwards. It was like fighting with yourself – and losing.
With that job done, she took Tif to her favourite tavern. For one thing, the medicine had left a foul taste in her mouth that she was eager to wash out. For another, it was getting on for dinner time and she had nothing at home to feed them with. There was a communal kitchen on the ground floor of her boarding house, but she hated using it.
She wasn’t much into cooking anyway, and the place always seemed to be full of other people. Tren wasn’t much into socialising either, and she disliked the pervading smell of cooking cabbage that always seemed to linger there. She bought most of her meals either at street stalls or here at the tavern. It didn’t cost too much more than buying the food and preparing it herself, and it saved her the hassle.
What did you mean before about what happened to me not being a robbery and someone trying to kill me? Why on earth would you think someone was trying to kill me?
she asked when they were seated at a table with mugs of ale before them.
Her head was clearing now as the pain subsided and amazingly, she didn’t yet feel like falling asleep right where she sat. She now had time to wonder about what Tif had said. It sounded a bit far-fetched to her. More than a bit, actually. But she also wondered what he was doing there in the town. It was the better part of a day’s ride from the village where he lived with her father. Not a journey to be made on the spur of the moment.
What are you doing here anyway?
she asked, prompted by that thought.
Pa sent me to warn you,
Tif said.
About what?
About being careful and keeping an eye open for anyone trying to attack you,
Tif said. It appears I was a little late. I’m just glad you’re okay. Well, more or less.
Tif,
she said wearily. You always want to start in the middle of things and just expect me to know what you’re talking about. I’m sore, I’m tired, and I really can’t be bothered, so would you please start at the beginning?
Being attacked hasn’t improved your disposition any, I see,
Tif grinned.
Tif!
All right, all right. Don’t be so impatient. You always have to have everything spelled out.
Tren rolled her eyes towards the ceiling and tapped her foot.
Tif rolled his own eyes. Prickly, his sister was. Always had been. He folded his hands on the table in front of him and leant forward a little, lowering his voice. Yesterday, I was attacked by two men with knives, just as you were today. Like you, I managed to fight them off, although I got a bit of a gouge across the ribs for my trouble.
Tif pulled his tunic up to show a bandage around his lower ribs.
And?
Tren said. I mean, I’m sorry you got hurt and all that, but I completely fail to see the connection. The world’s a dangerous place in case you haven’t noticed. There are rogues all over, and most of them carry knives. What’s so special about two knife attacks a day’s travel apart?
I don’t know, but Pa thought there was something significant about it. He insisted that mine was a murder attempt and not a robbery, and when I stopped and thought about it, they did seem more interested in going for me rather than my purse. I mean, most ruffians will back off and go find an easier mark if money’s all they’re after, but these guys just kept coming until I killed one of them and hurt the other pretty badly. Pa sent me straight off as soon as I’d been doctored, to tell you to be careful.
I’m sorry, Tif. I still don’t get it. You got attacked by a couple of guys with knives. So what? Most thugs can’t afford a sword, so they use knives. Why? Because everyone carries a knife if only to eat with. What’s so unusual about a couple of would-be robbers that it gets Pa excited enough to send you to me? How could he possibly have known that I’d get attacked too? It has to be a coincidence. Unless there was something special about the two that attacked you?
I told you, they didn’t act like ordinary robbers. I also got the impression that they weren’t expecting me to be trained. I think they were a bit surprised when I fought back as effectively as I did. But I don’t think it was that. One of them had a weird tattoo thing on his arm. I noticed it when we were tussling. Pa got this really worried look when I described it, and that’s when he told me to come to you. I don’t suppose you noticed anything like that on your two?
I was a bit busy to be wasting time trying to peer up their sleeves,
Tren said. What did this thing look like, anyway?
Kind of sinuous, like a snake with wings. Pa said it’s the mark of the dragonmen.
Oh, for… You have got to be kidding me. Not Pa and his crazy dragon theories again! I mean, maybe it was the mark of the dragonmen when there were such people, but that doesn’t mean the guy that attacked you was a dragonman, does it? More likely some thug who thinks a dragonman tattoo makes him look tougher. And you fell for it?
No, of course not, but you should have seen Pa, Tren. He was really upset. The only way I could calm him down was to promise to come to you.
You shouldn’t encourage him.
Tif spread his hands. You know what he’s like, Tren. He’s proud of our family heritage.
Yeah, being proud is one thing, Tif. Being delusional is something else again. There haven’t been any dragons for two hundred years. Therefore, it follows that there haven’t been any dragonfighters for two hundred years, or dragonriders, come to that, because there are no dragons to fight or to ride any more. Yet we’ve been forced our whole lives to train to fight these beasts that no longer exist.
You didn’t use to mind,
Tif said.
Yeah, well, I grew up and realised that Pa may be our father, and I love him to bits, but he’s also nuts.
Tif looked at her. And yet, he sent me to warn you and I get here to find you’ve been attacked, too. I don’t know what to make of that.
There isn’t anything to make. It’s a coincidence, pure and simple. And not that much of a coincidence, given the crime rate.
Tren sighed and rubbed her face with her hands. Unfortunately, it’s just going to convince Pa that he was right, and that’s just going to make him worse than ever.
He wants you to come home.
Absolutely not. No way. I have a life, Tif. I have a job, I have friends, I have things to do. I’ve finally escaped from the madness, and there’s no way I’m going back.
He thinks it’s too dangerous for you to stay here alone. Look, just come for the weekend. That won’t disrupt your life all that much, and it’ll set his mind at rest to have you there and see that you’re all right.
No. You know perfectly well that there’ll just be arguments again when I want to leave. No.
Tren…
No. How many ways do I have to say it before you get the message? I am not going back home. Not happening. I’d like to enjoy my weekend, thank you, not spend it arguing.
Tif sighed. He won’t like it.
Tough. And don’t try to make me feel sorry for you, either. If you had any sense, you’d get out like I did and make a life for yourself.
CHAPTER TWO
I have a perfectly good life, thank you all the same!
Tif said, stung. Just because I didn’t make the same decision you did… just because I decided to stay home and not abandon Pa. Don’t you dare, Tren. Don’t you dare!
Sorry, Tif,
Tren said, looking a bit startled at the outburst. Please, don’t let’s argue. I don’t see that much of you these days. Let’s just enjoy the evening together. Do you have somewhere to stay?
I was hoping to stay with you.
Okay, as long as you’ve got your own bedroll. You saw my place. The only place other than the bed where you could sleep is the floor.
Of course I have a bedroll. You know Pa and his ready for any eventuality thing. I have a bedroll, a tent, emergency rations, you name it. So, that’s fine. Thanks.
Where’s our food?
Tren demanded. I’m starving.
Busy place,
Tif said, looking around.
It’s a nice, friendly place, and it serves good food,
Tren said. It’s always popular at dinnertime.
I take it that the medicine is working then, if you’re feeling hungry?
Tif said.
Amazingly enough, the pain’s almost gone,
Tren said. And even more amazingly, I don’t feel like falling asleep in my dinner.
Something’s finally going right, then?
Tif grinned.
Not before time, either,
Tren said. It’s been one of those days so far. First, my sergeant was in a bad mood, which put everybody else in a bad mood, which made for a horrible shift, and then I get attacked on the way home.
It still beats me why you wanted to go join the city guard in the first place,
Tif said. You knew it had a bad reputation.
It’s not as bad as people say. It’s a job that I have the skills for, and it gets me away from home and Pa continually going on about our ‘destiny’ like we don’t have a right to live our lives the way we want. I don’t intend to stay with the guard forever, just until I get a bit of experience under my belt and can move on to something better.
Right,
Tif said.
He didn’t know why he even bothered asking. He knew perfectly well that his sister didn’t really care what she did for a living. All she wanted was to escape, to get out from under the weight of hundreds of years of family tradition. It hadn’t been his choice, but he couldn’t blame Tren for hers.
Some days, he knew just how she felt. The expectation of history could be a weighty thing. Especially when the purpose of those traditions was as dead as the dragons they’d once been designed to stand against. Nowadays, his people were simple traders.
He and his father made a living buying up the crops and livestock of his rural neighbours and then selling the produce on in the towns. They made a good, if unspectacular, living. By village standards, they were quite well-off and therefore important in their own small way, but they were nowhere near the noble status of their ancestors.
Yet the pressure of the past was always there. His pride in his ancestry obsessed their father, who staunchly maintained that one day, the dragons would be back and the dragonfighters would come into their own again. This despite the fact that no one had seen a dragon in over two hundred years.
From early childhood, the twins had been trained to fight so they would be ready when the dragons returned. They were taught the old dragonfighter methods, training both their bodies and their minds, learning to fight both with weapons, with their bare hands, and with magic. Although magic, like most everything else, was a mere shadow of its former self if the histories were to be believed.
Tif had to admit though, that the dragonfighter training they’d received was far superior to anything he’d seen taught elsewhere. He could quite see why Tren had chosen the career path she had. She was uniquely suited to be a warrior and she could go far if she got the chance.
Besides, he just couldn’t see her serving in a shop or working as a children’s nurse or a maid or something. It just wasn’t Tren. Even the sort of trading that he and his father undertook didn’t really suit her. For all her complaints about the way they’d been raised, the only thing that really did suit her was exactly what she was doing.
She was extremely athletic and what she lacked in physical strength she more than made up for in agility and sheer cunning spiced with a streak of ferocity that made her formidable as an opponent. It was as though she’d been born to hold a sword. Tif wasn’t too shabby at the martial arts himself, but he had to work hard for everything he achieved.
For Tren, it just seemed to come naturally. Tif was surprised that she’d come off as badly as she had against her two assailants, actually. That was a bit of a worry now that he thought of it. If they’d been just ordinary footpads looking for a purse to lift, she should have been able to handle them without even breaking a sweat.
Perhaps his father was right and there was more to it. Tif couldn’t think what since he didn’t subscribe to the theory that there were still dragons, and therefore dragonriders, in existence any more than Tren did, but he decided to keep his eyes open for trouble just the same. He also decided not to tell Tren about it. He was too tired to be bothered having another argument.
Their food arrived finally, and they sat chatting about other things as they ate. Tif did most of the talking, filling Tren in on all the news from back home and what the various people that they’d both grown up with were up to.
Mala had a boy, just as you said she would,
Tif said. Her husband’s convinced that you’re a witch.
Tren laughed. Depends on how you define witch, I suppose,
she shrugged. If you care to look at it one way, we’re all witches in our family because we use magic.
Yes, I suppose you’re right,
Tif said. You do kind of draw attention to it by making these predictions though, Tren.
Well, I’m not ashamed of it, Tif,
Tren said. So, it follows that I’m not going to hide away and pretend that I am. Besides, it’s part of the great family tradition, isn’t it? If they don’t like it, that’s their problem. All I did was tell her it was going to be a boy. I can’t see anything terribly dastardly about that.
It’s just that people get a bit skittish when you do weird stuff like that, Tren,
Tif said.
So? As I said, it’s their problem. I’m not going to lose any sleep over it.
Tif left the subject there. He knew that continuing to talk about it would only annoy Tren and make her defensive. He moved the conversation on to some of the other denizens of the village, chatting about this and that in that casual way that we do about people we know well. They were just finishing up with a final cup of ale when Tif looked out the window and stiffened.
Tren,
he said quietly. There are a couple of people loitering in a doorway across the way and they appear to be watching this tavern. I noticed them before and they’re still there. Take a look and see if you recognise them.
What for? They’re probably just waiting for someone.
Tif took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Please, Tren. Just humour me. It’s not actually going to cost you anything.
All right, if you insist,
Tren said irritably. Which doorway?
That shop a couple of doors down to your left.
Tren turned her head casually that way, leaning her chin on her hand as though in a brown study.
I see them. No, I don’t recognise them. They’re probably just waiting for someone.
They look like fairly serious people,
Tif said.
Yeah, well, debt collectors are often tough ex-soldiers, and they often watch the taverns. It’s a good way to find people who don’t want to be found. For some reason, it never seems to occur to them that someone might find them in their favourite tavern.
Or the temptation just gets too much,
Tif said.
That, too.
And you know all this, how?
Tif asked.
Tren snorted. I’m a member of the town guard, Tif. We get to either break up the fights or pick up the pieces afterwards. I tell you, this job is a good way to see the seamier side of town life.
I’ll bet.
Are we done here?
Tren asked. Because I’m feeling a bit tired after my exciting day. And probably due to that damned medicine, too. Although I do have to say, it’s not half as bad as some I’ve taken. And it does kill the pain very efficiently.
Well, that’s good,
Tif said. And you do have that other medicine if you don’t feel great when you wake up. Mind you, I’m not surprised you’re feeling done in, even without the medicine. Let’s get out of here. We have to swing past the livery stable so I can pick up my bedroll, and then we could probably both do with a decent night’s sleep.
No argument there,
Tren said, draining her tankard.
Brother and sister left the tavern and turned in the direction of the local livery stable.
Those two from the doorway are following us,
Tif said a short time later. You don’t have any unpaid loans or anything, do you?
Not that I know of.
Then I don’t think they’re debt collectors.
Funny,
Tren said. They’re probably just going in the same direction we are. However, it has been one of those days, and there’s one way to be sure. Down here.
She grabbed Tif’s arm and cut left into an alley, dragging him with her. They dashed down the alley before cutting sharply right and into a deeply-shadowed pathway on the other side of the street. A bush hung over a picket fence making it quite dark and offering some cover.
Now what?
Tif said as they hunkered down behind the overhanging branches, peering through the leaves at the street beyond.
Now we wait,
Tren whispered. If they followed us into that alley, they’ll be coming out any moment now.
Full darkness had fallen while they were eating, and the street was dark. There was no moon yet, and no light penetrated except for the odd glow from a window where a lamp burned behind the curtains. It made seeing the mouth of the alley difficult, at least for Tif, who was unfamiliar with it.
He squinted in the direction he thought it was and hoped for the best. He figured he’d at least see an indication of movement if anyone came onto the street. The moments crept by as Tif’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. He’d just reached the point where he was fairly sure he could make out the darker darkness of the mouth of the alley when that darkness moved.
A couple of shadows emerged onto the street, really only visible as a ripple of movement and a slightly darker blur among the shadows already there. It wasn’t possible to see faces, just a paler blur in the general darkness. A momentary glint of light spoke of a drawn weapon of some kind as the shadows leaned together, presumably discussing what to do next.
Apparently not debt collectors.
Tren’s voice was a mere thread of sound in his ear, her breath tickling his cheek as she leaned close. And apparently looking for us.
What now?
he breathed back.
Tren’s hand squeezed his upper arm in a gesture that clearly said, wait, be quiet. They waited, still as statues in the darkness beneath the bush as the two they were watching separated, one going up the street, the other down. When they’d both disappeared around their respective corners, Tren sprang into action.
Come on.
She led the way in a dash back to the alley. Down that, and a few moments later they re-emerged in the street they’d just left. She didn’t stop but led the way at a jog towards the livery stable. She slowed before they reached the corner it was on and they stopped in the shelter of a shop doorway.
Okay,
Tren said. I have no idea what’s going on here, but I admit that it did look as though those two were looking for us. One of us, anyway and, from the fact they had drawn weapons, I don’t think their intentions were friendly. They’re definitely not the same ones who attacked me, so it’s possible that they followed you. That means it’s also possible that they know your horse is at the stable. We’ll have to be careful here.
Yeah, I kind of figured that,
Tif said. So, what do you suggest? You know this town. Is there a back door?
Well, yes, but if they’re watching one, they’ll certainly be watching the other,
Tren said. They’re both about equally used. However, since the livery stable is usually the first stop for people looking to skip town, the Guard has a permanent watching-post near here. One with a view of both doors.
Will they let us use it?
Tren grinned. I wasn’t actually going to bother asking,
she said. It’s not manned all the time. We don’t have the manpower to do that. We only put someone there when we’re in pursuit of someone and we think they may try to leave.
Ah,
Tif said. And I gather that there’s no one there at the moment?
Exactly.
And you know how to get in?
Of course. Unfortunately, we can’t get to it from here without passing the stable, so we’ll have to backtrack and work our way around. Come on.
CHAPTER THREE
Tren led the way out of their hiding place and back the way they’d come. Halfway down the street, she ducked into an alley. Tif, perforce, followed her. This was Tren’s territory. Tif didn’t know the town at all well, so he had no choice but to let his sister lead. Tren emerged from the alley onto the street running parallel to the one they’d just left and immediately turned right.
They stayed to the shadowy side of the street, which meant frequent changes of side as they passed taverns and other establishments that spilled light out into the night. They passed through an intersection which Tif was sure must be the street where the livery stable was and kept on going until they reached another street running perpendicular to the one they were on.
Tren turned down this, right again, until they once again passed an intersection that Tif was sure led to the livery stable. Yes, he could see its sign sticking out from the wall down the street as he followed Tren past. They only went a couple of buildings further down the street they were on, and then Tren stopped in front of a nondescript two-storey building that looked as though it had once been a house but had now been converted to other uses.
A doorway led to what looked to be a shop on the ground floor, now closed and bolted for the night, but Tren bypassed this and made for an external staircase that climbed up the side of the building. Tif followed her up to a tiny landing facing a door sealed with a large padlock.
Just a moment,
Tren said.
She bent and withdrew a long, thin instrument from inside her boot, with which she proceeded to probe the lock, a look of intense concentration on her face. A moment later there was a click, she gave the padlock a twist, and the door was open.
Been learning new tricks, I see,
Tif said with a raised eyebrow as he followed her through the door.
It’s a handy one at times, that,
Tren said as she bent and replaced the tool in her boot. I learnt it from an old burglar.
Tif’s other eyebrow joined the first and the two migrated almost up to his hairline. Sounds like you’ve made some interesting friends here in the town.
Tren grinned. You could say that. This, as you can see, is an apartment, but it’s owned by the town guard. We use it as a safe house when we need one, and it also comes in handy for surveillance. We want to go through here. Try not to bump into anything. I don’t want to make a light in case it’s seen.
Right,
Tif said, once again following in his sister’s wake as she began to pick her way across what seemed to be a living room towards a door in the wall ahead of them.
It led to a large bedroom. A bed, unmade, stood in the middle of the room, its head pushed against the left-hand wall. A chest stood at its foot, a small bedside table up near the head. Against the wall where the door was was a washstand with drawers underneath. In the far wall were a pair of windows that let enough light into the room for him to see all this, and in front of each window was a chair.
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