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'What about if …' Bahn trailed off.
We stopped suddenly and the bag was let go. I fell hard, hurting my back.
'If what?'
'If she's the wrong one.'
There were footsteps. 'She's the right one. Didn't you see her there with her staff? I mean, no one else goes walking around the place with such a staff, do they? There's no need to worry. We have what we were after. The plan was perfect.'
So it was planned! But how? How did they know we were going to be up there? I didn't know at all I was going to be there but what about … Rhünilde? No, how could she have … that doesn't make any sense! There's no way in the world she would set me up - the thought of it is just … I couldn't find the word … possible?
No, definitely not. She didn't plan any of this. What was I thinking?
'Our spies don't get things like this wrong - they knew exactly what was going on.' I was intrigued at this new information but the two
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didn't pursue it any further.
There was a sigh. The man with the gruff voice began speaking again.
'It's too late to worry the Shaman with the news,' he said, a little disappointed. 'We'll have to leave it until early morning. As soon as the sun rises, that is when we will show the Matak's glory!'
'And where do you plan to leave her until then?'
'In the yard.'
The other man scoffed. 'And pray tell me, who on earth is going to look after her?'
The sack tightened and I was hauled up again.
'You are as you just volunteered,' Bahn said meanly as he passed the sack over. 'I have other important things to do before the night is out. Give you something to do, eh?'
Bahn walked away. I thought about some kind of an escape plan but the sack was tied tightly at the very top and there was no way I was going to out run anyone. I was still half asleep.
The bag dropped slowly to the ground. It felt
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