He might as well be dead if he did that.
"All right," he said quietly, taking her hands in his, holding them like tiny birds. He bent to her reassuringly, his voice steady. "We'll give it a try."
NINE
Quentin Leah crouched in the shadowed concealment of a partially collapsed building just below the maze into which the Mwellrets had ventured all too boldly a little earlier and from which they were now fleeing in a somewhat less orderly fashion. Panax and Tamis flanked him, motionless as they peered out through cracks in the walls. The Elven Hunters Kian and Wye knelt a little to the side. The Mwellrets raced past them unheeding and uncaring. Quick glances were cast over their shoulders, to see what might be following, and nowhere else. Some of the rets were bloodied, their cloaks torn and stained, their movements halting and ragged. They had not had a good time of it back there, certainly no better than Quentin and his companions, and they were anxious to be well away.
"How many do you count?" Tamis whispered to him.
He shook his head. "Maybe fifteen."
"That means five or six didn't make it out." She said it matter-of-factly, eyes straight ahead, watching the Mwellrets slide through the ruins. "It doesn't look like they managed to catch up to the seer."
Unless she was dead, of course. Quentin kept that thought to himself. Tamis wasn't saying anything about Bek, but that may have been because she still wasn't sure which way he had gone. She'd picked up Ryer Ord Star's trail easily enough, even with the herd of Mwellrets tromping all over everything, but there had been no sign of his cousin. Quentin felt frustrated and increasingly desperate. Time was getting away from them, and they weren't making any progress. He'd had reasonable hopes that they would encounter Bek or Ryer Ord Star by following the rets. Now it looked as if they wouldn't be encountering anyone.
The last of the Mwellrets trailed past, hurrying away through the bright midday light, disappearing back the way they had come. Tamis didn't move, so neither did Quentin or the others. They stayed where they were, frozen in place, watching and listening. After what seemed a very long time, Tamis turned to face them, her small, blocky form squared away and her gray eyes calm.
"I'm going to slip out for a quick look, try to find out what's happened. Wait here for me."
She was starting away when Quentin said, "I'm coming with you."
She turned back at once. "No offense, Highlander, but I'll do better alone. Leave this to me."
She slipped out through a gap in the wall and was gone. They looked for her in the ruins, but she had disappeared. Quentin glanced at Panax, then at the Elves, his disgruntlement plainly visible.
Kian shrugged. "Don't take it personally, Highlander. She's like that with everyone. No exceptions."
Quentin was thinking she had taken over leadership of their little group, a position he had occupied until she appeared. He wasn't the sort who was troubled by ego problems, but he couldn't help feeling a little irritated by her abrupt manner. He was competent at tracking, after all. He wasn't a novice who would place her at risk by going along.
Wye stretched his legs. A former member of the Home Guard, he had served in Allardon Elessedil's household before coming on this voyage. "She wanted to serve in the Home Guard, but Ard Patrinell thought she would be wasted there. He wanted her as a Tracker. She had a gift for it, was better than almost anyone."
"She resented his interference, though," Kian added with a yawn, dark face haggard and tired. "It took her a while to forgive him."
Wye nodded. "Places in the Home Guard are highly coveted; competition is intense. Women have never been fully accepted as equals; men are preferred as the King's protectors. And the Queen's. That was true even of Wren Elessedil. History and common practice more than prejudice and favoritism dictate what happens. Women don't serve in the Home Guard. On the other hand, women have come to dominate the tracking units of the Elven Hunters."
Wye nodded. "Their instincts are better than ours. No point in denying it. They seem better able to sort things out and make the choices you have to make when you're tracking. Maybe they've learned to better hone their instincts to compensate for lack of physical strength."
Quentin didn't know and didn't care. He admired Tamis for her straightforward approach to things, and he couldn't find any reason for her not to be accepted as a Home Guard. But he would have preferred her to show a little more confidence in him. Her demeanor didn't suggest she thought for a minute that she would ever have need of him or anyone else to come to her rescue. Those steady gray eyes and quiet voice were rimmed in iron. Tamis would save herself if there was any saving to be done.