DEEP INSIDE THE MAZE of Troll encampment tents, Panterra and Prue sat waiting for Arik Sarn’s return. They had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but to Pan it felt like hours. Little conversation passed between them as the minutes dragged on, most of it truncated and forced, a way to provide each other with some small measure of reassurance that whatever happened they were still together. They could hear the sounds of movement and voices from outside their enclosure, a rough-edged jumble unrecognizable as anything specific. It suggested things best not thought about too hard or long, and they did what they could to ignore it. Pan was less successful with thoughts of freedom; he could not stop having those, even knowing that escape was virtually impossible.
More mundane wishes intruded, as well.
He wished he could have a bath and a change of clothes.
He wished he could see the sun again.
He wished he had stayed inside his valley home.
He was wishing for a few other things when a stirring from outside their chamber brought his head up. His eyes fixed expectantly on Arik Sarn as the Troll reappeared. He came over to them without a backward glance at the tent flap—which was quickly closed by someone standing without—knelt where they sat, and bent close.
“Taureq Siq has decided. Your suggestion is accepted. You will go back to your people, back home.” But there was something wrong with the way he said it, something troubling. “You will be released, Panterra Qu, to speak to your leaders, to tell them of the meeting. Taureq will come to them at midday on the first day of the next full moon, to the place where we found you, and they will talk.”
Panterra grinned broadly, glancing over at Prue as he did so. He couldn’t believe it! They were going let them go! “You see,” he said quickly, working hard at keeping his voice low. “I told you that …”
But Prue had caught what he had missed. She shook her head. “You don’t understand. Only you are being set free. Not me. Am I right?” she asked, her eyes shifting to the Troll.
Arik Sarn nodded in agreement. “Only you, Panterra. Your friend will be held hostage to make sure you come back.”
The smile dropped from Pan’s face. “No,” he said at once. “We both go. Both of us. If not, I don’t go, either. Tell him that!”
But the Troll was already shaking his head. “Then you will both die. Taureq has decided. No argument is allowed. You will go, the girl stays.” He hesitated. “I will be going with you. To make sure you keep your word. Taureq says I must.”
Pan shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t mind if Sarn came along, but to leave Prue was unthinkable. “She’s only fifteen,” he hissed at the Troll. “She can’t be left here—”
“Pan!” she interrupted quickly, grabbing his arm. “Stop. Don’t demean me by arguing that I am a child. I am not. I haven’t been since I became a Tracker. I am as grown-up as you are and in some ways more so. There’s no point in arguing about this. Taureq has decided. You heard. I would have decided it the same way. He would be a fool to let us both go.”
Arik Sarn was nodding. “Listen. She knows.”
“You have to do this for both of us,” Prue continued. “If we both die here, nothing will have been accomplished. If you are free, at least you can warn everyone about what is happening, and maybe you can find a way to come back for me.” Her grip on his arm tightened. “I know you can do this, Pan. I believe in you.”
Panterra dropped his head, running his hand across his brow and through his hair in an unmistakable gesture of dismay. “I should never have suggested going back,” he muttered. “What a fool!”
Prue was having none of it. “You did the right thing and probably saved both our lives. Nothing else we said or did was going to make things any better. You can see that as well as I. This is the best way. I can wait for you; I won’t be hurt. They won’t do anything to me. Not until they know what’s going to happen with the meeting you suggested.”
Arik Sarn leaned forward. “We will come back for her,” he said. “You and I. I promise. We will come.”
Panterra Qu looked at them in turn, wishing he could think of something else to say, something that would change what was happening. But there was nothing to say, nothing to do. He knew that as well as they did. He took a deep breath. “They won’t hurt her?” he asked the Troll. “Are you certain of this?”
The other nodded. “I am certain.”
Pan shook his head one final time. “I don’t know. I just don’t.”
But he did know, and the matter was decided by then. Sarn had fresh clothes brought for him, released him from his chains, and gave him time to dress. When the Troll returned with packs of supplies for them, Pan could barely make himself look at Prue, still clothed in rags, still chained in place.
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