Lady was a hard one. My guess was she meant to let the problem posed by Mogaba solve itself despite what that would cost Taglios and the Black Company.

Why? That was not smart. All those Taglians in there had relatives back home. Many were people of place and substance, for it was that sort who had volunteered to defend Taglios.

I need you to just go back and be yourself. But write things down. Hone your skills. Keep the Company together. Be prepared for anything.

I grunted. That wasnt something I wanted to hear, knowing that the siege could be ended right now.

Lady sensed my reservations. She smiled wanly, made a sudden gesture. Sleep, Murgen.

I collapsed on the spot.

She was her nasty old self.

My mind would not clear. The Taglians who had helped me leave Dejagore were like zombies. They did not talk and seemed almost blind. Down! I muttered. Patrol coming. They did what I said but like men heavily drugged.

Patrols were few by day. It was easy to elude them. It was not their mission to keep people out, anyway. We reached lakeside without any trouble.

Rest, I ordered. Wait for dark. I was not sure why we had crossed the hills by day. I did not recall starting. Have I been acting real weird? I asked.

The taller Taglian shook his head slowly, not quite sure. He was more confused than I was.

I said, I feel like I walked out of a fog a couple hours ago. I remember getting captured. I remember them keeping us in a nasty pen. I know there was a fight or something. But I dont remember how we got away.

Nor do I, sir, the shorter soldier said. I do have a very strong feeling that we need to get back to our comrades quickly. But I dont know why.

How about you?

The taller man nodded, frowning. He was going to bust a vein trying to remember.

I said, Maybe Shadowspinner did something to us and let us go. Thats worth keeping in mind especially if you have urges that really surprise you.

After dark we stole along the shoreline till we found a raft, jumped aboard and headed for Dejagore. And discovered immediately that we were going to get nowhere using poles. The water was too deep. We ended up using poles and broken boards as inefficient paddles. It took us half the night to make the crossing. And then, naturally, everything went to hell.

One-Eye was on watch and had been passing the time making love to a keg of beer. He heard water splash and people ask for a hand up and concluded that the evil hordes were upon him, whereupon he flung fireballs hither and yon so any handy archers could plink us.