When they wake in the morning and are ready to begin hooking the horses to the wagons, they come to the realization that no one knows how. Each wagon takes two horses, which ones were easy to figure out, as they were bigger and more muscular than the others. But the problem comes when they attempt to hook the traces to the horses.
The first time they thought they had it figured, the horses had walked right out of their harness when Tinok flicked the reins to get them moving. The girls laughed so hard at the expression on his face when the horses began racing down the road and the traces fell to the ground. He was almost pulled from the wagon but had let go of the reins in time.
“Nice,” Delia says, her brown eyes dancing in amusement.
Trying to ignore the reaction of the girls, Jiron runs after the horses and quickly brings them back. Taking their time and lots of trial and error, Jiron and Tinok eventually figure it out, finally enlisting James’ aid. Once they’re sure the horses aren’t going to leave their traces behind again, they board the wagons.
On one wagon rides Delia and James, with Delia attempting to drive the wagon but is finding it much more difficult than she had thought. Tinok is driving the second wagon behind them with Cassie sitting beside him. Jiron is on a horse in the lead, the rest are strung in a line tied behind Tinok’s wagon.
Once the wagons start rolling, they begin to learn the finer points of controlling a team of horses. Delia at first has her wagon weaving from one side of the road to the other and once they abruptly stopped for no apparent reason. By the end of the day, however, both she and Tinok have begun to be able to control them with some skill.
The road they’re following is barely wide enough to accommodate the wagons. At one point, Delia was afraid one of her wheels would slide off the narrow road and cause the wagon to slide down the mountainside. Near the end of the day they locate a good spot to make camp, an area little more than a widening of the road amidst the trees. From the campfire ring they find there, it would seem the smugglers have used this spot on more than one occasion.
James’ shoulder hurts worse than the day before. When they’re done with removing the horses from their traces and tethering them to a nearby tree, he has Delia take off the bandage and inspect it. The area around the wound is turning red and is warm to the touch.
“I think it’s getting infected,” she says to him, concern in her eyes.
“Great,” he moans. “Is there any alcohol in the wagons?” he asks her.
“Why?” she replies.
“It may help to purify the wound,” he explains. “Maybe even kill the infection.”
“I’ll see,” she says as she goes over and begins rummaging around in the wagons. She returns shortly with a bottle. “This is all I could find,” she explains, holding it out to him. “Not sure what’s in it though.”
“Just put it back,” he tells her. “I’d rather not take the chance.”
She returns the bottle to the wagon and then goes over to confer with Cassie, far enough away where he can’t hear them. They talk briefly for a few minutes and then Cassie walks over and enters the forest. Tinok sees her leaving and runs after her.
Delia comes back over to him and says, “Cassie has had some training with herbs, she may be able to find something that will help.”
James just nods as he lies there, beginning to feel worse. His face is starting to feel flushed and his body aches all over, a sure sign of a fever.
Cassie and Tinok come back after a few minutes with various leaves and petals. She takes a bowl from a wagon and proceeds to mash them all together within it. Once it has been combined, she tears a new set of bandages from a cloak found within one of the wagons and applies the mixture to it before bringing it over to James.
Taking off his old bandage, she tosses it into the fire before she applies the new one. When the mixture touches his skin, it brings a cool, soothing sensation. The pain noticeably diminishes and he is able to lie there more at ease.
“Thanks,” he says appreciatively to her.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with a smile, happy to have eased his pain.
He then closes his eyes and shortly falls asleep.
Cassie says, “I don’t like the look of his wound. The poultice I applied will ease the pain, but will do nothing to stop whatever is causing the redness and fever.”
“What can we do?” Jiron asks.
“Wait,” she says. “All we can do is wait.”
“Can you find more of those herbs?” he asks her. “He may need them again later.”
“I’ll pick more,” she says. She then walks over to the wagon and removes a basket she found inside before returning to the forest.
“I’ll go with you,” Tinok says as he gets up to accompany her. Seeing the look on Jiron’s face he adds, “There may be wild animals out there, you never know.” Then he hurries to catch her.
Jiron turns to Delia and says, “There may be something developing between those two.”
She watches them go into the forest together and replies, “You may be right, but I doubt if they even realize it yet.”
Cassie and Tinok return some time later with the basket full of herbs and roots. She places them in the wagon and then comes over to inspect James. He’s hot with fever and is beginning to perspire. “This is bad,” she says, concern in her voice.
“Bad?” asks Jiron.
“How bad?” asks Tinok at the same time.
“If he gets too hot then he’ll die,” she explains. “I’ve seen people who have died because their fevers became too high.”
“What can we do?” Jiron asks, worried.
“As I said before, wait. Either it will go away on its own or it will kill him, only the gods know for sure.” She takes a moist cloth and dabs his forehead with it as she tries to keep him cool, wiping away the sweat that is beginning to form.
They sit there and wait, afraid of what may happen.
The night explodes with light, startling them out of their sleep. They find James standing up and staring off into the woods. He raises his hands and cries out with words none can understand. Trees on the side of the road simply explode, shattering into millions of pieces.
“We’re under attack!” Tinok yells as he comes to his feet, knives at the ready. A rain of wood splinters falls all around them from the blasted trees, the larger ones causing pain when they strike exposed skin.
“Where are they?” Jiron yells to James. He comes to stand with him, knives in hand and stares off into the dark forest in the direction he’s facing.
Not paying them any attention, James sends a wave of energy into the forest, beyond the jagged stumps of the trees which had already been shattered. Dozens of trees bow and break, many snapping in two as they crash to the ground from the force of the power James is unleashing.
“I don’t see anyone!” Tinok yells to Jiron.
“Protect the girls!” Jiron yells to Tinok as he runs closer to the devastated area, seeking their attackers.
James cries out again and the wind begins to blow with increased ferocity. The trees begin swaying first one way and then the other, limbs can be heard breaking off and falling to the ground.
Cassie yells to Tinok over the roar of the wind as he approaches, “There is no one!”
“What?” he yells back.
“There is no one,” she cries and then she points to James. “Look at his eyes, he’s not really seeing. It’s the fever! He’s having a hallucination!” She pulls her long yellow hair out of her face from where the wind continues whipping it.
As understanding dawns upon him, he sheaths his knives and then runs over to Jiron. Before he gets there, James cries out again and lightning flashes from the sky, striking trees near where Jiron stands, the force of which knocks him backward. He lands on his back, dazed, just as Tinok reaches him.
Tinok kneels down next to him and then looks up when James screams incoherently. As he begins running into the forest, Jiron tries to get back to his feet to follow. Tinok places a hand on him and says, “He’s fighting dreams!”
“What?” Jiron asks in confusion, not sure if he heard correctly.
“James!” Tinok yells, pointing to where he ran into the forest. “It’s the fever making him do this. We’re not under attack!”
Once he realizes what Tinok is trying to tell him, he says, “We’ve got to help him!” He gets to his feet and looks toward the forest where James entered just as another explosion of immense proportion erupts to the sky.
“We can’t!” yells Tinok over the wind. “He’ll kill us without even realizing it.”
“But…” Jiron says, wanting to help him, but recognizing the truth in Tinok’s words. Then he looks around the camp, wood everywhere, a section of the forest near their camp is simply gone. Trees are toppled over, most of the horses have run off, frightened. They gather together and he asks Cassie, “What should we do?”
“Nothing to do,” she explains. “He doesn’t realize what he’s doing. It will run its course if it doesn’t kill him first.”
“How long?”
Shrugging, she says, “Who knows? I guess we’ll find out when the noise stops.”
They look off into the forest as more lights are seen and explosions heard. A light rain begins to fall a few minutes later and after it has fallen for awhile, the sound of explosions from the forest lessens until it is once again quiet, bringing an eerie calm to the night.
“Should we find him?” Delia asks as the rain continues to fall, plastering her short, dark brown hair to her head.
Shaking his head, Jiron says, “Not in the dark, we might get lost. Besides, there is no guarantee that he’s done.” So they settle down to wait for dawn. None are able to get any rest, what with the rain soaking them and their concern for their friend. Sometime before morning comes, the rain stops.
When dawn at last arrives, they are able to see the extent of the damage wrought by James during his fever induced rampage of the night before. Around them, trees are either blown apart at the base or toppled over, one upon another. Pieces of wood are simply everywhere, the wagons themselves have a layer of broken branches and wood chips covering them.
Most of the horses have found their way back, three of the draft animals and four of the mounts. A quick look around the surrounding area turns up one more mount and the other draft animal.
“Should we go look for him now?” Jiron asks Cassie.
“Since we haven’t heard anything for a couple hours, it’s fairly safe to say that he is no longer a danger,” she says. “We need to find him to see if he’s okay.”
Indicating the path of destruction, Tinok says, “I don’t think it is going to be too hard to follow his trail.”
“No,” agrees Jiron, “it won’t.” Leading the group, he follows the trail of broken trees through the forest. They come across area after area that shows signs of rampant destruction. “I wonder what he thought he was fighting last night?” he says.
“Yeah,” Tinok replies. “What could warrant such power?”
“In his state of mind,” Cassie explains, “he could have been imagining almost anything.”
They come to a section of the forest where the trees look odd. Delia taps one out of curiosity and gasps, “It’s stone!”
The others come over and feel it, mystified at how James could have done something like that. “Incredible,” exclaims Tinok.
Continuing on, they finally reach a point where the destruction ends, but James is no where to be seen. “James!” Jiron calls out, looking through the trees as far as he can.
When there’s no answer, Delia says, “We better split up.”
Jiron nods, saying, “That might be wise, but let’s not get too separated.” He looks at each in turn and says, “If in five minutes you haven’t found him, turn around and come back here.”
They all agree and then head out into the forest, each calling for James.
Weak as a new born lamb and his shoulder aflame with pain, James regains consciousness. His head is fuzzy and it’s hard to formulate thoughts. He realizes that he’s covered in leaves and tree limbs, and that everything is damp. Unable to even lift his arms to remove the foliage from him, he lies there, wondering just how he came to be here.
“James!”
Suddenly alert, he hears his name being called from far away. They’ll never find me here! Afraid they might pass him by, he starts to panic. He tries calling out but only a weak rasp comes out, “Help!” Why am I so weak?
He tries again, “Help!” this time managing a little volume.
“I think I heard something!” he hears someone shout.
“Where?” another voice asks.
“Not sure,” the first voice replies. “James! Where are you?”
He can hear several people moving through the forest, near and around him. Giving it one last try, he shouts, “Over here!” Again, it only comes out barely audible.
“There!” he hears someone shout. “It came from that way.”
Suddenly, Delia comes into view as she walks right by where he’s laying. He moves his hand slightly, but it catches her eye.
“Here he is!” she cries out excitedly. “Are you alright?” she asks him as she places her hand on his forehead.
Shaking his head no, he just lies there.
When everyone approaches, she says, “His fever’s gone, but he says he isn’t good.”
“Let’s get him out,” Jiron says when he sees him lying there, all but his head and one arm is hidden beneath the broken branches.
They all help to get the limbs and leaves off of him and then help him to stand. But in his weakened condition his legs are unable to support his weight and they just give out under him. So Jiron and Tinok move to help him, Jiron on the left and Tinok on the right.
When Tinok tries placing James’ right arm over his shoulder for support, he cries out in pain from the stress that’s being put on the wound from the crossbow bolt. Realizing they’re not going to be able to do it that way, Jiron tries lifting him in his arms, but James is too heavy for him to attempt to carry all the way back to the campsite.
“I got an idea,” Cassie says. Grabbing Tinok she says to the others, “Just make him comfortable and we’ll be right back.”
They run back the way they came, back toward the wagons.
Jiron sets James down on a fallen log and stays beside him, keeping him upright. “What’s she going to do?” he asks Delia.
“Not sure,” she replies.
“What happened to you last night?” Jiron asks James.
“Hmmm? What do you mean?” he asks in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t you remember anything from last night?” Jiron asks him.
“Last thing I remember is lying on the ground back at camp,” he explains. “Then nothing until I woke up here, hearing you calling my name. Why?”
“You woke up in the middle of the night and all hell broke loose,” he tells him. “You were fighting something, Cassie thinks you were just being delusional because of the fever. You were throwing magic around, creating havoc as if you were under attack.”
James just stares in disbelief as Jiron recounts what happened and the destruction they saw as they came to search for him.
“At first we thought we were under attack,” he continues, “but then realized it was the fever doing it to you. Then you suddenly ran off into the forest and for a while we heard you blowing things up. It lasted well over an hour before you finally stopped. Couldn’t come for you until morning, didn’t want to risk getting lost and separated.”
“Sorry,” James says apologetically.
“No one got hurt,” Delia says, “and it seems that it was good for you, the fever’s gone.”
They sit there and wait for the return of Cassie and Tinok. Just when Jiron is about ready to leave to find them, they show up carrying a stretcher they made with two long tree limbs and a couple of blankets.
They set it down near James and then Tinok and Jiron help him onto it. With Jiron in the front and Tinok taking the rear, they begin to carry him through the forest and back to camp. As they enter the areas of destruction, James is reminded of a similar instance back near Trendle. He just shakes his head in regret at all the uselessly destroyed trees.
When they pass by the petrified tree, Tinok asks, “How did you do that?”
“What?” he asks, lifting his head a little to see what he’s talking about.
“That tree there,” he replies, indicating it with a nod of his head.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asks again, confused.
“It’s as hard as stone,” he explains.
“Let me see,” he says and they carry him close enough so he’s able to touch it. When he feels the tree, he tells them, “Petrified, I would guess.”
“Petrified?” Cassie asks.
“Petrification is when minerals in the ground are absorbed by a living organism and over time turns as hard as rock,” he explains.
“How did you do that?” Tinok asks.
“I don’t know,” he admits. “But I plan on thinking about it, now that I know it can be done.”
They resume carrying him until they get back to the camp, where they lay him down and start a fire to warm him. Cassie replaces his bandage with a fresh one containing more of her poultice.
Once they have the fire going and James has eaten his fill, he says, “We better get going, we’ve still got to get to Korazan before the slavers do.”
“Are you well enough?” Jiron asks.
“No, but we have little choice,” he replies. “I can rest well enough in the wagon.”
“Alright,” Jiron says, “let’s get ready to go.” He and Tinok begin the process of securing the traces on the draft horses. When they’re set, they help James up onto the wagon, again next to Delia. Tinok and Cassie take up the second wagon and Jiron rides point. The five remaining horses are tied in line in the rear.
“Let’s go,” Jiron says, as he begins to ride down the road with the wagons following behind.
This time, Delia and Tinok are much more able to properly control the wagons, and are able to make better time. They follow the road for the rest of the day, at times having to stop while everyone except James, gets down and helps push one when it gets stuck in the mud.
Just a brief stop for lunch and then they resume their journey. James drifts in and out of sleep throughout the day and by the time they make camp that night, he’s regained enough of his strength to be able to come down from the wagon by himself.
They get the horses unhitched and picketed before making camp. Tinok gets a roaring fire going to help keep them warm through the night and then they eat the last of the rations that were in the wagons. “Hope we get somewhere soon,” comments Tinok.
“Afraid of going hungry?” Delia asks with a smile.
“No,” he replies defensively, “just tired of being in the mountains.”
“I find it relaxing,” James interjects. Everyone turns and looks at him as he continues, “They’ve always brought me peace.”
“There is something tranquil about them,” Cassie adds. She then rests her head on Tinok’s shoulder who places his arm around her, keeping her warm. Jiron and Delia glance at each other and smile.
They sit there by the fire, the pop and crackle of the wood lending a peacefulness to the night. It isn’t long before James has fallen asleep. The rest soon follow.
The next morning, the overcast sky of the day before has made way for a beautiful sunny morning, once the remaining cloud cover has burned off. Everyone’s mood is much improved and are soon on the road. As he rides along in the wagon, James realizes that the sun is rising on their left. Heading south, he figures.
About midday, the road begins to descend gradually and everyone is glad that they will soon be out of the mountains. Everyone that is, but Tinok who says, “I don’t know why you’re all so happy.”
“What do you mean?” Delia asks. “I thought you wanted to be out of the mountains.”
“I do, but once we’re out of the mountains, we’re going to be in Empire territory again. Doesn’t that make you the least bit nervous?” he asks.
“A little,” she replies, “but I like to hope for the best.”
“Besides,” adds James, “we now have a reason for being there. I think we’ve even got a letter that will allow us to pass through.”
“I hope so,” Tinok replies. He quiets down, keeping his brooding thoughts to himself.
The trees begin to thin and they can see off in the distance where they will be coming out of the mountains. A road appears further down, running along the base of the mountains going east to west.
An hour later, they finally reach where the road they’ve been following will be leaving the protection of the trees as it makes its way out to the main road. They pause only momentarily as they check for any travelers who might observe them leaving the mountains. Not seeing anyone upon the road, they quickly make their way out upon it.
“Which way?” Jiron asks James.
“Let’s try east and see if a road hooks up with this one that’s heading south,” he suggests. “If we find that this road turns to the north further along, we’ll double back and see what’s to the west of us.”
Jiron turns his horse eastward and leads them down the road.