Before Winter. Nancy Wallace K.

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      Marcus’ movements were slow and studied as he heated water in a small pan. “Let’s eat first. We never know when we may have to hide suddenly. The fire is an advantage we aren’t often blessed with and we should use it.”

      Devin stood up restlessly, glancing at Lavender who was whispering to the head of one of her brothers. God, he thought, they were all going mad! Marcus was the only sane one among them. He walked along the streambed to escape Lavender’s insane mutterings, pacing off the buildings he remembered from his dream. There had been a small bridge across from the baker’s, spanning the flow of the stream below the dam. There was no sign of it now, though he searched for stone pilings on both sides of the water, soaking his boots in the process.

      A few foundations remained, many of them filled with water from recent rainfall. These small stone squares that had supported homes and shops were most apt to contain small artifacts that chronicled the inhabitants’ lives. He sifted through dirt with his hands at the millhouse, where the millstone still stood, tilted on its side, resting on a random stone that had been flung from the center of the dam. He found a knife, its blade nearly rusted away, and the remains of the rotted rim of a wooden bowl. There was nothing personal here, nothing that spoke of the hopes and fears of the people who had lived out their lives under the shadow of the dam. They had, apparently, never feared death by drowning. How long had the dam stood before it was sabotaged?

      “Devin!” Marcus called.

      Devin looked back and saw that Lavender was already consuming something out of a cup. No doubt they would have to share. There seemed no need to rush when she was already occupied with breakfast. He made his way back slowly, mentally placing each building where it had stood in his dream. He joined Marcus just as Lavender finished.

      “Will there be more?” she asked, patting the heads she had gathered in her skirt. “We are still hungry.”

      “There is only enough for each of us to have a cup,” Marcus replied.

      “What is it?” Devin asked, looking suspiciously at the pan.

      “Stew,” Marcus answered, “from one very small fish.”

      “She can have mine,” Devin offered.

      Marcus quelled Lavender’s eager smile with one word. “No! We have a long way to go and we all need to eat if we are going to make it home.”

      “Home?” Devin asked. It was a strange choice of words for Marcus. Devin would be happy to reach La Paix but Marcus obviously had greater expectations.

      Marcus scooped up a cup of the foamy stew and handed it to him. “Winter will be upon us before you know it, Devin; autumn is short in the mountains. We can’t go by ship back to Coreé. We have to cross the mountains into Vienne and it has to be done soon. We must reach Coreé before winter.”

      “Or it will be too late?” Devin added. The words were implicit. Not only did winter’s snow and ice hang over them ominously, but his father’s life depended on them arriving in Coreé quickly. René Forneaux’s power was growing among Council members. Already, he was recruiting men from Vincent Roché’s personal guard and it was evident that he was planning a takeover soon.

      Marcus didn’t answer. His eyes were lined, his face pinched with worry. His allegiance lay first with Chancellor Roché, with his son second. Devin could only imagine the conflicted emotions he must be feeling right now.

      Devin finished the tasteless stew and handed the cup to Marcus who rinsed it in the stream before filling it with the dregs from the pot for his own meal. “I’m going up to look at the ruins of the church,” Devin said, standing.

      “Sit,” Marcus said quietly. “Let me finish my breakfast. We’ll all go together.”

      “We’re wasting time,” Devin protested.

      “Sit,” Marcus repeated. “There is nothing there that hasn’t been waiting for centuries. Ten minutes more will make no difference.”

      Devin flopped down beside the fire, watching Lavender endlessly sort her collection of heads. He swore if they reached La Paix, he would have one of the seamstresses design an apron with a pocket for each one. Maybe if Lavender knew each head was safe and securely tucked away in its own little compartment she would cease counting and playing with them. He knew he shouldn’t let her behavior bother him but it did. This valley seemed laden with the hundred ghosts of its past residents; he didn’t need Lavender’s creepy heads reminding him of all the ghosts that seemed to travel in her wake, too.

      Marcus took his time eating, washed his cup and the small pot he’d used to cook their stew in, and finally began to pack their things.

      “We’re not coming back?” Devin asked, his mind still on his exploration of the ruined church.

      “I see no reason to,” Marcus replied. “Should the tunnels beneath the church look promising, we won’t have any reason to return. If not, we’ll continue up and over the hill. This valley has turned south and we need to go east to La Paix.”

      Devin squatted down and drew a quick diagram on the wet earth near the stream. “The tunnels under the church don’t connect to the ones on the map,” he said after a moment. “I should have realized that before.”

      Marcus looked at him sharply. “How do you know that?”

      Devin gestured at his drawing. “I memorized the map.”

      Marcus took a step closer. “The one in the Bishop’s Book?”

      Devin nodded.

      “How long did that take you?” Marcus asked.

      “Not long,” Devin replied. “I only have to see a page for a moment or so and I remember all of it.”

      Marcus raised his eyebrows. “No wonder school was so easy for you. It seems you have an unfair advantage.”

      “Unfair, perhaps,” Devin replied, “but quite useful in this instance, don’t you think?”

      “Perhaps,” Marcus agreed. “But then there is no reason for us to pursue these tunnels below the church.”

      Devin jumped to his feet, his hands shaking. “Please, allow me to take just a few minutes.”

      Marcus’ gaze was wary. “You seem to be unusually agitated about this.”

      Devin attempted to still his hands. “I know and I can’t explain it. It feels strangely important. It’s almost as though I lived through this massacre last night.” He glanced across the valley, tendrils of mist rising from the water and weaving through the tree branches above. “Can’t you feel it? It’s as though this valley is haunted by all the souls of those who lost their lives.”

      Marcus was slow in answering. “I’ll admit I feel something but it makes me want to leave as soon as possible. Whatever happened here has nothing to do with us.”

      “But don’t you see, it might?” Devin said. “I feel as though all of this is connected in some huge web of treachery that we have only just begun to untangle. We cannot fight it unless we have all the information we need.”

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