didnât complain â the elvesâ faces held a strange urgency, and she was hushed each time she spoke.
Finally, they stopped. Strong, oaken hands grasped them and Hael pointed down.
âWe are above it. The Remnant Road. Before It covered the land with deception, when these trees where saplings, this road stretched into the heart of what is now the Unknown Forest. Now it is overgrown, never used. We have no reason to walk it.â
The chieftain interrupted. âThis road stretches from the forest in the west to the Eastern Sea and will lead you to the palace, if thatâs where you wish to go. Although I wish on you another destination.â He glanced down, kicked at a branch with his toe. âRetinya is a more beautiful place with you in it.â
Chloe opened her mouth, but no sounds came out.
âI hope you will find your friend as well,â the chief added. âThe trees placed him and his mouth in a boat and sent him down the Green River. It will intersect with this road in short order.â
âWe get to walk?â Chloeâs arms ached, and she slid partway down her vine.
âThe ground is evil,â called the chieftain. âThe land will warn It of your presence. But there are paths that have not sworn allegiance. Use your stone to light the way.â
Chloe dug her small mountain stone from her pocket, and two towering oaks lowered her and Nob halfway to the ground. âHow will we know where to step?â
âFollow Scout,â Hael called. âHe knows.â
âI donât know a Scout. I havenât met a Scout.â She glanced over her shoulder. âIâve never seen a ⦠Scout?â
A new figure hung, silently silhouetted against the forest deep. Chloe lifted the glowing stone and illuminated his face.
The young man did not squint. From the neck up, Scout looked regal, with a proud, noble air. He clearly did not live in the forest â his skin was tanned and weathered, as if heâd walked a thousand miles beneath a burning sun. But from the neck down, all royal appearances vanished. He dressed in a loose shirt, torn and dirty, with trousers that hung from four leather straps that crisscrossed his chest.
âYou were never in the script,â Chloe said.
âYouâd be surprised where Iâve been.â Scout hinted a smile. He then turned and frowned at Nob.
âWhatâs going on?â Chloe asked. âYou know each other?â
Scout bowed as well as a young man can while hanging on a vine. âIâm pleased to meet you. I will get you to the city of Medahon, this I promise, though I have no idea why youâd want to go. After that, our paths will likely separate. I have business of my own.â He leaned closer. âI only ask that you walk in my steps. Do not stray. Do not step to the left or right. As the chieftain said, the ground is evil â well, most of it.â
âMedahon? I love that city! Do you want to hear who designed it?â
Scout whisked down his vine. Chloe sighed and slid the rest of the way to the forest floor, where leaves and branches crackled beneath her feet.
She kicked at the brambles. âThis is a road? Nob, what do you think?â
âI canât go,â Nob whispered from above.
Chloe stared up. âWhat? Secholit ordered you. He told you to help me. He ââ
âAnd I have. I â This part is beyond my ability. It wasnât what I was asked to do, not really. I was asked to take you down ââ
âAnd help me!â
Nob gazed at the ground, his words coming quietly. âYou donât know what lies ahead, but I do. I lived here.â
âThatâs not true. I know this city and its beautiful walls and wild staircases and ⦠I know where we are. I drew the map! I sketched you from nothing! In
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Bert could do anything. Youâre just like him. You can do this.â
âChloe?â