Taste Of Darkness. Maria Snyder V.

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      I glared at Loren before snatching the map. Ignoring Ryne, I scanned the search grids.

      “Avry, you’re needed here,” Ryne said.

      “No, I’m not. My patients are doing fine.”

      “What if more casualties arrive?”

      “I’ll be back by nightfall.” I folded the maps and tucked them under my arm.

      Ryne trailed me to my cavern and watched as I organized my pack, removing Kerrick’s boots. Debating about my cloak, I left it behind and strode for the cave’s exit.

      “I can order you to stay here,” Ryne said, hurrying to catch up.

      “You can.” I kept moving.

      He huffed. “I can order the guards to stop you.”

      “You can.”

      By this time Loren, Quain, and Flea had joined Ryne.

      “Avry, you’re not going to find Kerrick. He’s gone,” Ryne said.

      I stopped and turned. Suppressing the desire to punch Ryne in the mouth, I asked, “Who said I was going to search for Kerrick?”

      They all blinked at me in surprise.

      “You need more toxin sacks, right?” I asked. “Or did Wynn lie about that, too?”

      “We do need more, but—”

      “So what’s the problem? I’m going out to collect them. Unless you know someone else who can harvest them from the Death Lilys?” I waited.

      “Uh...” Ryne rubbed a hand over the stubble on his cheeks. “All right, you can go, as long as you take the monkeys with you.”

      “I’m going, too,” Flea said, shooting us all a stern look that dared us to argue with him. At least he had more color in his face today.

      “Fine. But hurry up, we’re burning daylight.”

      They scrambled to get their weapons and packs.

      Ryne stared at me. “Don’t go too far. There are still enemy patrols to the south and west.”

      “And we can easily avoid them. They all sound like a herd of drunken deer.”

      “But for how long? Wynn is working for Cellina now. She learned how to be quiet in the woods and it won’t be long before she’s teaching Cellina’s soldiers.”

      Good point. And she’d learned that skill from me. Another ramification of her betrayal. However... “It’s only been a couple days.”

      “Still worth considering. In fact, now that Cellina’s in charge, it’s even more dangerous to be out there. We’ve no idea what she’s planning.”

      “And you knew Tohon’s plans?”

      “Yes. He wanted to conquer all the realms and be king. Not hard to figure out his next move. Cellina, on the other hand, is more of a mystery. Plus she has Wynn’s information. We’ll have to relocate the infirmary and my headquarters as soon as possible. And until I get intelligence on her movements, it’s best for everyone to lie low.”

      If he was trying to scare me, it wouldn’t work. “We’ll be extra careful.”

      Ryne frowned.

      The guys returned and we left the cave.

      “Which way?” Loren asked me.

      I touched the greenery, seeking Kerrick’s magic. Disappointment jabbed. “East. And keep a sharp eye out.”

      “For what?” Flea scanned the forest.

      “Lilys. Right, Avry?” Quain asked with a sad smile.

      “Yes. We’re searching for Lilys.”

      “Oh.” Flea hefted his pack. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

      * * *

      Although we found nothing that first day, we continued to seek Lilys after my morning rounds each day. I harvested a few toxin sacks, but not near enough to neutralize the thousands of dead soldiers or to stop our daily excursions. Wounded arrived sporadically as Ryne’s soldiers encountered Cellina’s. Odd returned to patrolling with the odd squad, and Ryne relocated his headquarters. The prince’s men continued to scout for an alternate infirmary site.

      The burning knot of misery that had lodged in my chest consumed a little more of me each day.

      After a week of Lily hunting, Loren spread the map on his lap and said, “We’ve covered all of the area around the infirmary. We’d have to camp overnight to reach new territory.”

      Quain and Flea glanced up from their bowls. They’d been shoveling food since we’d returned from our latest sweep. We sat around the hearth.

      I ignored Loren’s implication. “Okay. We’ll bring our bedrolls tomorrow.”

      He paused for a moment. “But the odds of finding...er...a Lily that far away are high.”

      “You can stay here, Loren. I’m not giving up.”

      “Yeah, I figured you’d say that.”

      “Then why did you bring it up?” I demanded.

      “Because it needed to be said. And while you don’t want hear it, it’s true. But if this is what you need to do...then we’ll go with you. However, I plan to be the voice of reason whether you like it or not.”

      Flea and Quain ducked their heads. Cowards.

      “I’m not giving up,” I said again. Jabbing my spoon into my soup, I swirled the contents around. My appetite was nonexistent since Kerrick had disappeared.

      “Okay. Do you want to go farther east or check along that stream to the north?” Loren asked, pointing to the map.

      Neither place had any Lilys nearby. “Stream to the north.”

      “We’ll need a full day to get there. How soon can you leave tomorrow?”

      We spent the remainder of the evening discussing our plans.

      Before I turned in for the night, I checked my patients. Most were already asleep, but one of the new arrivals remained awake. He had fallen into a ditch and broken his left leg below the knee. Ginger had immobilized it in a splint. Although he claimed he felt fine, there was no mistaking his stiff movements and tight expression.

      I consulted with the caregiver on duty. “Has anyone given Private Davin medicine for the pain?”

      “Yes, he drank a cup of bittwait.”

      “How long ago?”

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