The leader eased himself on to his haunches and indicated the state of his back with a movement of his head. ‘Riadan …’ he rasped. ‘I failed. She got away. I have ridden day and night to get here. All I have managed to achieve is the capture of him.’ He looked at Mikey, who had stopped yelling.
him‘She got away? She got away from ya …’ Mikey thrust his hands—thumbs up—into the air and leapt about, grinning and slapping the fleetwalker on the back. ‘She’ll come an’ get me. Gunna come!’
‘That was days ago,’ the leader said. ‘If she plans to rescue you, she is taking her time.’
Mikey fell mute and sullen. The fleetwalker laid a hand on his slumped shoulder and said something in his ear.
‘And Two?’ asked Bullneck.
‘Could not find him. The traitor who attacked me was supposed to be dead.’
