I shook my head. “But if I don’t do something, Hurog will be next to fall to the Bane.” I explained my reasoning and Axiel nodded agreement.

“The Bane is powered by Hurog blood, Axiel,” I told him. “I don’t know that anyone other than Oreg and I have a chance at it. I thought about asking Haverness’s wizard for help—but he’s the most powerful wizard who’s not bound to the king. If we fail here, he’ll be the best chance they have.”

“If we fail,” said Axiel soberly, “my father will join the fight. If we had the strength we had half a millennia ago that might be enough to turn the tides. But I’m afraid dwarven-kind will fall as easily as the Empire did.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” I said. “I only thought about having someone I trusted at my back.” I thought a moment. “I wish I knew how many people he has with him. But I don’t know Jakoven’s private guard well enough toseek them, and I can’t try tofind his wizards without the risk of alerting them. If you think this is putting your people in danger, Axiel, you need to go back to Callis.”

He shook his head. “No. If the Bane survives us, everyone must join in the fight. At least this way my father will be spared endless debate. If I die, he is within his rights to declare war without consulting anyone else.”

I gave him a strained smile. “Let us hope it doesn’t come to that, eh?”

He nodded his head.

We rode several hours in the dark, several hours past the time when Jakoven’s party had stopped ahead of us. We only halted when Tisala determined that the swamp in front of us couldn’t be crossed in the dark.

Axiel, Tosten, and Oreg set up camp—such as it was—while Garranon, Tisala, and I consulted her father’s maps by my magelight. Tisala showed me where we were and lined the map up with the trail. Then she and Garranon made educated guesses as to where Jakoven was from the information I could give them.

There were only two passes through the mountains into Tallven that Jakoven could be headed for. The first was the pass I had taken into Oranstone four years ago, and the second was more difficult and less used.

If we followed Jakoven at our present pace, we’d catch up to him well into Tallven, but still a day’s travel from Estian. If we chose correctly, we had a chance of catching up much sooner, because the direct route to either pass was chock-full of swamp and mire. Jakoven’d have to ride around, and Tisala knew a better route to either pass. If we chose the wrong one, there was a chance that Jakoven would get to Estian before we caught him.