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PLANS TO RESCUE

“Count to ten!” Bardon exploded. “You’ll prepare the way?” He drew his sword. “What kind of a crazy minneken are you?”

He charged through the gateway without his usual trepidation and emerged to find a six-and-a-half-foot, three-hundred-pound bisonbeck in uniform on his knees, doubled over, wailing, and holding his ear. Jue Seeno scaled Bardon’s leg, jumped to his arm, and scampered to his shoulder.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said. “Go through those trees. His comrades will be coming from the opposite direction.”

The wounded soldier never looked up. Bardon sidestepped around the collapsed bisonbeck and slipped into the forest. The woodland insects made more noise than he did as he moved swiftly into deep foliage. He’d always excelled in this particular training exercise. Even back in his youth, when all the scholars escorted their pupils to the mountains for several weeks at a time, he’d taken to the woods. None of the other boys at The Hall had ever been able to find him when they played their catch-and-evade games.

He crouched and went under low-hanging branches of an armagot tree.

Jue Seeno lost her footing on his shoulder, grabbed a hank of his hair, and hollered. “Watch it! I’m not used to riding on a giant’s shoulder.”

Bardon slowed to a stop. “I think we’re safe here for the moment.”

The minneken scrambled back to her perch next to his ear.

A broad root buckling up out of the ground provided Bardon with an adequate seat. “May I lift you down from my shoulder, Mistress Seeno?”

“Make a fist, and I’ll sit on it,” she commanded.

He clenched his fingers against his palm and placed his hand close to where she stood. She hopped on and settled herself. Bardon rested his elbow on his knee and held the minneken at eye level.

“There are a few questions I would like to ask you.”

She tilted her head at him, and he noticed the feather in her hat was bent, and the hat itself sat at an odd angle. As if she noticed his attention to her headgear, she reached up a hand and straightened it.

“I’m afraid,” he said, “that your feather is broken.”

She made a moue and shrugged her shoulders. “The fortunes of war.”

“How did you disable the guard?”

“I jumped on the brute’s shoulder and pierced his eardrum with my sword. One quick jab with a twist, and then I jumped clear as he fell.”

“Your strategy certainly was effective.”

“Yes.” She smirked. “It was, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t believe I will underestimate you again, Mistress Seeno.”

One tiny, whiskered eyebrow went up on the little minneken’s face. “Oh, I think you will.”

Annoyed, Bardon bit back a response. The little woman certainly knew how to irritate him. “When emotions strangle you,” Sir Dar would say, “stick to business.” “Do you know what part of the country this gateway has led us to?”

“Creemoor, near the eastern seacoast. I overheard two of the bisonbecks discussing how long it would take to deliver our friends to Chellemgard. The captain of their unit said he had orders not to move from this spot, and he wasn’t going to. He did send a report of the capture to his superiors.”

“Did you hear how long it would be before they had a response?”

“They consider themselves to be forgotten out here and like it that way. Several of the men discussing it were quite irritated that their captain insisted on following procedure. If anyone pays attention to their report, the answer should come by tomorrow.”

“Do you know why they’re here? Gateways aren’t usually guarded.”

Jue Seeno shook her head. “No mention was made of the purpose of their watch. They said it was an easy duty, and they didn’t want to lose it.”

Bardon’s doneel mentor had impressed upon his young squire that noticing the unusual could save his life. He remembered Sir Dar pointing out a number of anomalies in a visiting dignitary’s entourage. “Always take note of that which is out of place,” Sir Dar had instructed him. “Why does the man travel without proper escort? Why did he not bring his own secretary?” On that occasion, Sir Dar had uncovered political trickery and avoided entanglement with a deposed leader of a neighboring principality.

Bisonbeck guards on a remote gateway set off alarms in his mind, but he couldn’t figure out why. Right now it was important to rescue his friends from danger.

His eye fell on the frumpy, furry creature preening herself on his fist. He never thought he would be depending on a minneken for aid, let alone one so disheveled, but he now trusted Mistress Seeno to be a valuable ally.

“Your moonbeam cape has hollows,” he said.

She wrinkled her brow, and her whiskers quivered. “What makes you think that?”

“Your parasol has disappeared.”

She hunched one shoulder. “It is fortunate for you that I am well prepared.”

“Do you have a plan to free our comrades?”

“No, but I can slip into the camp and cut the ropes that bind the prisoners when you give the word.”

“Now I’m in charge again?”

“You have always been in charge, Squire Bardon.”

“Right.” He stood. “Where do you want to ride?”

“Where are we going?”

“To observe and evaluate the enemy’s camp.”

“A pocket. Your shoulder is precarious when you dip and dodge through the trees.”

She gave him a precise description of the layout of the ground in and around the camp before she dived into a breast pocket inside his tunic.

Bardon had no problem sneaking up on the bisonbecks and observing them. The tents lined up in a half circle around a central community area. One soldier bent over a fire, stirring a pot that probably contained their dinner. The squire’s nose said it was a meat stew with lots of spices.

A larger tent stood with its flaps pinned back. Inside, several men sat around a table and were engaged in a discussion that held their attention. At one end of the encampment, the prisoners huddled in a circle with their backs to each other. In the center, Granny Kye sat on a log with a sleeping baby in her lap.

Bardon pulled one side of his tunic open and whispered, “Come out.”

Jue Seeno scurried to her perch on his shoulder.

“I don’t see how we can do this without revealing your presence, Mistress Seeno.”

“I, too, have come to this conclusion. I don’t mind telling the children. And Holt is bothersome, but I’ve come to believe he has a good heart beneath that rascally exterior. But that mapmaker…” Her tail twitched, her whiskers trembled, and a shudder shook her small frame. “That mapmaker is the real threat.”

“Bromptotterpindosset? He seems harmless to me.”

“You don’t have a home that has been a carefully guarded secret for centuries. None of us on the Isle of Kye want to be put on the map. Tourists! There might even be tourists invading our home.”

“They can’t get to it. You said so yourself. Only occasionally, a very strong dragon or some other flying creature makes it through the natural barriers.”

“No one has had a compelling reason to reach Kye before this.” She sighed heavily. “Well, if doing right in the eyes of Wulder exposes us to the outside world, then Wulder will provide the means to deal with the consequences.”

“Doing right for the wrong reason,” Bardon muttered.

“What was that, Squire?”

“I was wondering what my mentor would say to this situation. He lectured me on doing right for the wrong reason.”

“You’ve lost me, son. And now is not the right time for philosophical debates. What are we going to do to free our comrades?”

Bardon nodded and looked over the camp again. “We need a distraction.”

Silence fell between them as they both thought for a moment.

Jue Seeno cleared her throat. “Would fireworks help?”

“You have fireworks?”

“Small ones. Firecrackers.” She patted her cape. “Skyrockets don’t fit in the opening of the hollow. You do know that the hollows will hold almost anything as long as they are small enough to fit through the opening.”

“I’ve never possessed a garment with a hollow myself, but my friend Kale has one, and yes, she did mention that.”

“So I’ll give you the poppers—”

“Do you have a flintbox?”

“Of course!” Jue Seeno shook her head over his foolish question. “I shall give you the poppers and the flintbox. I’ll cut the ropes binding our comrades and explain what is about to happen. I think you should stay here until I come back to tell you all is set.”

Bardon nodded with a grin.

“What?” asked the minneken. “Why do you have that goofy smile plastered on your face?”

“I’m in charge?”

“Of course you are, silly man. A good leader listens to counsel. You could always veto my plan. This is merely a suggestion, after all.”

“I wouldn’t dream of vetoing your plan, Mistress Seeno. It is an excellent one.”

“Yes, right.” She looked at him askance. “Well, then, I’d best be off. Try not to be seen while I am busy in the camp.”

Bardon agreed. “I’ll try.”

The minneken skittered down the front of his arm, hopped onto his knee, slid down his leg, and disappeared beneath the bushes.

Bardon closed his eyes.

Wulder, by Your might and wisdom, may our mission succeed.