"Report what?" Kestus all but screamed. "Bloody crows and-"

The night went white, and red-hot pain became Kestus' entire world. He dimly felt himself fall from his horse. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't scream. All he could do was hurt.

He managed to look down.

There was a blackened hole in his chest. It went through the mail, just at his solar plexus, dead center of his body. The links surrounded it had melted together. A firecrafting. He'd been hit with a firecrafting.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't feel his legs.

Ivarus crouched over him, and examined the wound.

His sober face became even grimmer. "Kestus," he said quietly. "I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do."

Kestus had to work for it, but he focused his eyes on Ivarus. "Take the horse," he rasped. "Go."

Ivarus put a hand on Kestus' shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said again.

Kestus nodded. The image of the creature dismembering Tonnar and his mount flashed to mind. He shuddered, licked his lips and said, "I don't want those things to kill me."

Ivarus closed his eyes for a second. Then he pressed his lips together and nodded, once.

"Thank you," Kestus said, and closed his eyes.

Sir Ehren ex Cursori rode Kestus' horse until the beast was all but broken, using every trick he'd ever learned, seen, heard about or read about to shake off pursuit and obscure his trail.

By the time the sun rose, he felt as weak and shaky as his mount-but there was no further sign of pursuit. He stopped beside a small river and leaned against a tree, closing his eyes for a moment.

The Cursor wasn't sure if his coin would be able to reach Alera Imperia from such a minor tributary-but he had little choice but to try. The First Lord had to be warned. He drew out the chain from around his neck, and with it the silver coin that hung from it. He tossed the coin into the water and said, "Hear me, little river, and hasten word to thy master."