로그인The attackers were coming for the stone cellar. Lorelai looked at the narrow passage behind her. Children and injured residents had already cleared it. The final supply team was inside.Three grain carts stood beneath the arch, one half unloaded. Too much remained in motion. Too many people still believed the cellar was protection instead of a target.“Close the inner door,” she told Maria. “Leave the outer passage open.”Maria stared at her. “They will walk straight in.”“That is the point.” Karl turned toward Lorelai.“No.” The single word struck harder than a command. She faced him.“The eastern reserve was bait. They ignored it when they realized the real stores had moved.”“You are standing beside the real stores.”“Not for long.” Karl’s expression went still in the dangerous way she had begun to recognize. Only power held too tightly. Lorelai took one deliberate step toward him.“If we defend every entrance, they choose where to divide us.” His hand drifted toward her waist, the
The enemy knew the location of the separated reserve. Lorelai folded the village map and shoved it inside her coat.“Move every family still east of the square through the mill yard,” she told Maria. “Shortest route only. No one stops near the chapel.”Maria looked toward the hidden path leading beneath the eastern wall. “And the grain?”“Anything two people can carry goes to the stone cellar.”“The main storehouse?”“Too exposed.” The attackers had crossed Greyhaven without searching. It was the target.Lorelai turned to the quartermaster. “Leave three sacks inside.”His eyes narrowed. “As bait?”“As proof the information was accurate. If they find an empty room, they will search the rest of the village.”“And if they reach the cellar?”“They will not.”The certainty in her voice came before the plan was complete. There was no time to regret it. The quartermaster shouted for carriers. Greyhaven moved around her.Two-person teams lifted grain sacks from the eastern passage. Kitchen wo
The eastern bell remained silent. Karl’s hand tightened once around Lorelai’s waist. His hand dropped.“Stay in the square.”“No.” His gaze cut to hers.“The tower controls every eastern signal,” she said. “If the bell is disabled, the families near that wall will wait for instructions that never come.”“I will send guards.”“Send them to find whoever silenced it. I will replace the signal.” Another shout rose near the eastern road. People had begun gathering instead of moving.Some looked toward Karl. Others stared at the dark watchtower as though the missing bell might explain itself. Every wasted breath narrowed their options. Lorelai turned to Maria.“Three lanterns.”“It is daylight.”“For the secondary signal.” Maria understood and ran. Karl caught Lorelai’s arm before she reached the tower path. Not hard. Enough to stop her.“The bell keeper may be injured,” he said. “Then I will need a healer.”“There may still be someone inside.”“Then send a guard ahead of me.” Karl’s eyes s
The rider reached the lower road before Karl and Lorelai reached their horses. By the time Karl swung into the saddle, the second observer had already crossed the first marker toward Greyhaven.“Take the western cut,” Karl ordered the scouts. “Force him away from the main gate.” Both men turned immediately.Lorelai mounted without waiting for help. Her mare shied at the sharp movement, but she shortened the reins and drove her forward.Karl looked once at her seat, the wet slope, and the distance opening between them and the fugitive.“Stay behind me.”“No.” Lorelai pointed toward the ridge.“The western cut rejoins the road below the eastern wall. If he knows the new deposit, he will avoid the main gate.”Karl understood before she finished. He turned his horse toward the steeper descent. Lorelai followed. Lorelai’s mare did not. The animal slipped near a fallen trunk.Karl reached sideways and caught Lorelai’s bridle, steadying both horses while still moving. His body occupied the n
The footprints climbed away from the shelter. Three sets circled the stone walls, but only two continued toward the ridge.The third vanished beside the lean-to, where the rain had churned the ground around the horses. Lorelai crouched over the clearest print.“They watched the door.”Karl stood behind her, already armed. “And the window.” A shallow depression marked the mud beneath the shutter. Someone had remained there long enough to wear through the frost.Close enough to hear them speak. Close enough to hear Lorelai tell Karl he would die. Her stomach tightened.“How much could they hear through the storm?”“Enough to stay until dawn.”One of their scouts checked the horses while the other examined the tree line.“We should return and warn the village,” the younger man said.“If the observers are still close, returning openly tells them we found nothing,” Lorelai replied. Karl’s gaze settled on her.“You want to follow them.”“I want to know what they were watching before they re
The blanket was not large enough for two people who intended to remain strangers. Lorelai held it while Karl secured the door.He slid the iron bar into place, tested the shutters, and checked the smoke vent above the hearth. One scout remained with the horses beneath the lean-to.The other settled beside the entrance, close enough to hear anyone approaching through the storm. Karl assigned the watches without raising his voice. Neither man questioned him.When everything had been checked twice, he crossed to the fireplace and knelt beside the stacked wood. Lorelai placed the blanket on the bed.“I can sleep here,” she said.Karl struck flint against steel. “Obviously.”“And you?”“Near the fire.”“The floor is wet.”“I have slept on worse.”“That does not make it sensible.” A spark caught in the dry kindling.“You are already cold,” Lorelai said. “So are you.”“There is one blanket.”“I counted it.” He would rather spend the night shivering on stone than risk making her believe the m







