Someone . . .
Suddenly he found himself remembering all those stories Bek was so fond of telling-about the Druids and the history of the Races. The Leahs were a part of that history, but there was another family that had been part of it, as well. Their name was Ohmsford. They had been close to the Leahs once, not so long ago. Even the great Elven Queen, Wren Elessedil, was rumored to be related to that family. There hadn't been an Ohmsford in Leah or Shady Vale or anywhere in that part of the world in fifty years. There hadn't even been a mention of them.
But the Ohmsfords had magic in their blood. It had surfaced in a pair of brothers who had joined with Walker to battle the Shadowen over a century ago. He remembered the story now, bits and pieces of it. The brothers were supposed to have had magic in their voices, just like Bek. What if the family hadn't died out after all? What if Bek was one of them? If there were Ohmsfords alive anywhere in the world, certainly Walker would know. He would have made it a point to know. That would explain how he had managed to track down Bek. It would explain why he had been so determined to bring Bek along.
Quentin felt an odd suspicion creep through him. Perhaps it was Bek that Walker was after all along, and he had used Quentin as a lever to persuade the boy to come.
Was his cousin Bek Ohmsford? Was that who he really was?
The Highlander blinked away his weariness and confusion. He couldn't trust his thinking just now. He might be completely off track on this. He was just guessing. He was just trying to make the pieces fit when he didn't even have a clear picture to work from. Could anything he imagined be trusted?
Truls Rohk had warned them on their first encounter that they couldn't trust a Druid. Games-playing, he'd called it. It was almost the first word out of his mouth, a clear indication of the usage to which he felt the Druid might be putting them. Games-playing. They might be pieces being moved about a board. It was possible, he was forced to admit.
They made their way back through the city as the sun rose in a cloudless sky and the last of the night faded. The air was heavy and still within the ruined buildings, and the heat rose off the stone and metal in waves. Nothing moved in the silence. The creepers had gone to ground once more, almost as if they had never been there. Tamis gave a wide berth to the square where they had encountered the monsters earlier, and it was not much past midmorning when they reached the edge of the woods bordering the city.
She paused there, listening.
"I thought I heard something," she said after a moment, her gray eyes sharp and searching. Her slender hand made a circular motion. "I can't tell where it came from, though. It sounded like a voice."
They entered the woods and began to thread their way through the trees. Birds flitted past them, small bits of sound and movement in bright swatches of sunlight, no longer in hiding. The haze that had cloaked the ruins earlier had cleared, and the edges of the buildings glinted sharply as they disappeared from view. Within the forest there were only the trees and brush, a thick concealment rising all about, green and soft in a mix of shadows and light. The familiar, welcome smells revived Quentin's spirits and helped push back his fatigue. At least Bek was all right. Whatever the story behind his magic and his family, they would work it all out once they were together again.
They had gone a fair distance from the ruins when Tamis turned to them. "The clearing is just ahead. Stay quiet."
They approached it cautiously and were all the way to its edge when the Tracker abruptly picked up the pace, burst into the open space almost at a run, and drew up short.
The clearing was empty. "They're gone," she whispered in disbelief.
Ordering the others to stay where they were, she crept slowly about the clearing's perimeter, sometimes dropping to her hands and knees to read the signs. Quentin stood frozen in place, frustrated and angry. Where was Bek? This was the Tracker's fault. She shouldn't have left Bek alone, no matter the reason or what she thought Bek could do with his magic or anything else. But he forced his anger down, quick to realize that it was misplaced. Tamis had done what was best, and there was no point in second-guessing her.
She came back to them finally, her face grim, but her gray eyes calm. "I can't tell what's happened for sure," she announced. "There are tracks all over the place, and the last set has obscured the others. Those belong to Mwellrets. There was some sort of struggle, but it doesn't look like anyone was injured, because there are no traces of blood."
Quentin exhaled sharply. "So where are Bek and Ryer Ord Star? What's happened to them?"