Disposal untly plowed through the soft sand, laboring for breath but, like the three hundred To-gai ponies running beside him, not slowing. The feint against the walled city of Pruda had gone perfectly, with very few To-gai-ru lost to the city's defensive volleys.

And predictably, before the fleeing To-gai-ru had gone far, Pruda's gates had swung wide and their garrison of several hundred, along with a seem-ingly equal number of peasants, all eager to join in the slaughter, had come forth, some riding horses, some on camels, and many others just running behind, brandishing everything from fine swords to farming implements.

Brynn brought her riders along the base of one huge dune, then turned about it and paused, all riders fitting arrows to their bows.

On came the lead Behrenese pursuers, and the To-gai-ru kicked their mounts into another run. Many of the skilled riders of the steppes turned back in the saddle, trusting their mounts to run true, and began letting fly their arrows.

The Behrenese pursuit halted abruptly as the front ranks thinned. Brynn and her riders heard the calls for retreat, for a return to Pruda. When she looked back and confirmed that the Behrenese had broken off pursuit, she halted her force, and gradually turned it about, taking care to send spotters out wide to make sure that their enemies were indeed heading back to the safety of their walls.

Walls they would never reach, Brynn knew, for as she had led her small force and the pursuing Behrenese out into the desert, the bulk of her army had filtered in behind, taking up a position in front of Pruda.

When Brynn and her riders caught up to the retreating Behrenese, they found them stopped in their tracks, desperately trying to form into some semblance of a defensive formation, for they faced a force thrice their size, and one comprised of skilled, veteran To-gai-ru warriors. grvnn had hoped it would go like this, with the Pruda garrison de- froved right before the city's wall, in clear view of those terrified defenders maining within Pruda. She noted the leaders of the doomed Behren- , e soldiers huddling, likely discussing whether or not they should ask for quarter.

But that was not to be. Not there and not then.

Before their huddle had produced anything at all, Brynn brought Flame-dancer up high above her head and cried out for the charge.

Showers of arrows led the way as the To-gai-ru encircled the force.

"They should have tried a charge straight through the line, back to their gates," Brynn remarked to those around her. ?Their cowardice has cost them all hope."

Another volley of arrows rained on the Behrenese, and then another, and then came the charge. Even among the Behrenese soldiers, few offered any fight, for they were all too busy trying to scramble away, trying to find some hole in the To-gai-ru line to get back to their city.

Some did manage to get through, but of the force of nearly a thousand who had left Pruda in search of a glorious victory, more than nine hundred soon lay dead or dying on the bloodstained sands.

And a To-gai-ru army of four thousand now stood before the thinly manned gates.

Merwan Ma blinked open his eyes, quickly moving his hand up to shield them from the glare of the hot late-afternoon sun.

He heard the noise almost immediately, but it took him a long while to connect the sounds to the truth of them.

They were screams of terror.

The battered Shepherd forced himself up to his elbows, wincing with pain all the way. He didn't know where he was, but he saw the white walls of a Behrenese city in the distance, swarming forms all about it, and lines of thick black smoke rising from many of the structures within.

The Shepherd's heart sank.

"Pruda," came a voice beside him, and he turned to see the Jhesta Tu mystic, his companion and his savior.

"Pruda?" Merwan Ma echoed, hardly able to get the name out of his mouth. ?The greatest center of the arts and learning in all the kingdom. Oh, what are your friends doing?"

"They are fighting to be free."

"Pruda is not a warrior city!"

"Obviously," Pagonel dryly replied.

"They cannot destroy it," Merwan Ma remarked, his words turning into a pained grunt as he tried unsuccessfully to sit up, only to wind up flat on his back, crying softly.

He felt the hot hands of Pagonel on his wounds a moment later, and though they surely brought relief, he tried to slap them away. ?Savage!" he said. ?Heathen barbarian!"

"But not one who would murder his supposed ally," the mystic remarked and that notion surely defeated Merwan Ma's attempted resistance.

"Do you think this savagery?" the mystic asked.

"Can you name it any other thing?" came the incredulous reply.

"Do you think it savagery on a scale anywhere close to what the emis saries of your Chezru Chieftain have forced upon the people of the steppes?"

Merwan Ma's generous lips grew very thin.

"You do not believe me."

"My master is a generous and wise man," the obedient shepherd insisted with as much conviction as he could muster. ?He is the God-Voice of Behren, who speaks to and for Yatol."

Pagonel dropped a dagger beside the prone man. ?Then do his bidding," he remarked.

Merwan Ma stared from the dagger to the mystic. ?A challenge?"

"A challenge to your conscience and your faith, perhaps," said Pagonel. ?Your God-Voice wished you dead, so take up the dagger and fulfill his plans for you. I promise that I will not try to heal you once you have plunged the dagger into your heart."

Merwan Ma looked away. ?It is a mistake," he said. ?A rogue Chezhou-Lei."

"There are no rogue Chezhou-Lei," Pagonel replied. ?You know as much. That warrior acted upon the orders of your God-Voice, that you were to be killed and it would be made to look like a murder by a To-gai-ru slave.

It is perfectly obvious, to me and to you."

"You know nothing."

"I know that you would be lying dead in Dharyan if I had not carried you away and tended your wounds."

"And you think that I am therefore indebted to you?"

The mystic chuckled and shook his head. ?I think that there is a mystery here, one that both of us do not quite understand, but that we both desper-ately wish to understand. There is a reason that your Chezru Chieftain wanted you dead, and I wish to know of it."

Merwan Ma looked away.

"Consider my words and consider the truth, Merwan Ma," Pagonel said. ?There is something very wrong here, from your perspective. Perhaps you believe that you still owe loyalty to the man who would see you dead."

Merwan Ma chewed on his lower lip and did not look back at Pagonel, and the mystic let it go at that, certain that the man was conflicted, at least.

It was a good start.

The mystic shielded his eyes and looked back to Pruda, and knew that the battle was over. Then he looked off to the south, where the two elves the dragon were waiting, and he knew that Agradeleous would not be that it had ended so quickly and cleanly, and without his aid.

"The Library of Pruda," Brynn heard one of her soldiers mutter in obvi-a\ye. And indeed, the woman felt the same way, for here before her was , ereat building, the most renowned and revered center of knowledge A learning in all of Behren, perhaps in all the world. Inside were shelves <�� shelves of parchments and tomes, ancient and new, along with some of the greatest artwork of years gone by. Here were the scriptures of Yatol, and the entire history of the Behrenese religion, along with a multitude of works about the Abellicans and their gemstones, copied from the great li-brary in the monastery of St.-Mere-Abele.

There, before her, was the record of civilization.

"Do not damage this building," she ordered those around her, on im-pulse, for Brynn was feeling the great weight of responsibility here. ?Spread the word that the library is not to be desecrated."

Skeptical expressions came back at her, but no questions; none would question the Dragon of To-gai, who had led them to yet another great victory.

Almost none.

"It is, in part, a Yatol temple," came a familiar voice behind her, and she turned to see Pagonel's approach.

"It is much more than that," Brynn replied.

The mystic moved up beside her and did not disagree. ?Why do you dis-tinguish between this place and all of the others that have fallen before you?" he asked.

Brynn looked at him and smirked, well aware that he was testing and teaching her. With his typical distance, he was asking her the question so that she could ask it of herself, so that she could formulate her own answers.

"If I sack this place, then I will have to answer to those historians cen-turies hence," Brynn answered at length. ?They will speak of the To-gai in-surrection as a dark time, instead of the glorious time it truly is."

That answer brought a smile to Pagonel's lips. ?You are wondering how you will be viewed long from now, when you are dust."

"I wish to ensure that the To-gai-ru are not noted as savage barbarians."

"And once again, you show why you are a great leader, my friend," the mystic replied. ?There is more at stake here than the immediate freeing of your people. There comes with your actions a reputation that will follow the To-gai-ru for centuries."

'Then let them know us as fierce enemies," Brynn said grimly. ?But let them know us as decent and honest warriors."

"Which side of that description does the hanging of Yatol Grysh fall upon?"

The question stung, but Brynn steeled herself against those black wings of guilt, ?We will treat the Behrenese civilians with fairness - as much as is possible," she quickly added, seeing Pagonel's frown, for indeed, the re ports of rape and murder had followed the army through Dharyan and into Pruda. Brynn and those about her were working hard to minimize the cost to the civilians, but this was a tricky road to walk. Her warriors were out there, miles and miles from home, in fierce combat and likely to die, and most of them, like Brynn, had watched family members slaughtered by the invading Behrenese.

The conversation was interrupted then, as a small and wiry Behrenese man, dressed in the flowing white robes of a library scholar, came rushing out of the building, waggling a long and crooked finger at the pair.

"You leave it alone!" he cried, rushing forward to stand right before Brynn. ?Fight your battles as you will, but the Library of Pruda does not belong to you, or to any man... er, woman! This is a place of the ages, and for the ages, and - "

"Enough," Brynn interrupted. ?Your library will stand."

"Well, good enough then!" the fiery little scholar yelled back at her. ?Then just be on your way." He ended by waving them off with his hands, but neither Brynn nor Pagonel budged.

The mystic turned to Brynn, as did the scholar, looking to her to lead the way.

She stood there for a long while, chewing her lip, considering her options and weighing them carefully, then began to nod slowly. ?In conquering Pruda, I became the keeper of this library," she explained to Pagonel.

The little scholar scoffed. ?Chezru Chieftain Douan will have it back soon enough!" he declared.

Brynn called to some of her men nearby, motioning for them to join her. ?Empty the library," she instructed when they arrived. ?Clear it to its stone, and take everything from the city."

"What?" the scholar cried, hopping up and down frantically. ?You can-not! I will not have it!"

He finished abruptly, as Brynn's sword flashed out and thrust ahead, coming to a stop with its tip firmly against the man's throat.

"Be well aware that the hand you force holds a sword to your throat," she warned. ?Take care as to which direction you force it."

The scholar blanched and fell back a step, but Brynn paced him, keeping the sword tight against his throat.

"You will go and tell your fellows that they are to stay out of our way, and beware, any who hoard even a single parchment will suffer my wrath!"

"Barbarian!" the man squealed.

"Never forget that!" Brynn shouted back at him, her eyes going wide and wild, and with a yelp, the little scholar ran off.

r vnn sheathed her sword and turned back to Pagonel.

"T do believe that you would have killed him," the mystic remarked.

Rrynn only smiled and shrugged.

"I must enter the library before your warriors commence their work in f. I] Our friend over there" - he nodded toward Merwan Ma, who was off the side, sitting and with a pair of soldiers closely guarding him - "has hinted that there is something unusual going on in Jacintha, though I have not yet discerned what it might be."

"You think that you will find some answers to the present state of Behren in there?"

"I think that I will understand better that which is unusual if I have a bet-ter grasp of what is usual," Pagonel answered.

Brynn nodded, not about to argue, and quite certain that her mystic friend was doing her a great service with his information gathering. Knowing one's enemies was vital - her understanding of Yatol Grysh and the Behre-nese mindset had allowed her to turn their weaknesses back against them at both Dharyan and Pruda, and now had a great Behrenese army of nearly fif-teen thousand warriors wandering the steppes to the west in search of her.

She knew that Pagonel would not disappoint her.

He started up the long fright of steps, but paused and turned back. ?There is one other problem you must attend. I stopped by to look in on Juraviel, Cazzira, and Agradeleous before entering Pruda this day. They are right where you left them, and ordered them to remain - but Agradeleous is not pleased. The beast does not wish to be left out of the fighting."

Brynn took a long and steadying breath. She was thrilled, of course, that she had taken Pruda without the dragon's aid, and without much loss of To-gai-ru life at all. In fact, the number of To-gai-ru slaves within the city of the elite scholars was so large that Brynn's army had actually grown by several hundred after the battle. And she was glad that she had not been forced to loose the terrible dragon upon the people of the city, as she had done in Dharyan. She could still hear the screams of the civilians scrambling futilely along the lanes as Agradeleous had approached, and it was not a sound that she wished to replicate.

But she understood the mystic's grave tone, and wholeheartedly agreed with it. Agradeleous was a creature of action - destructive action. Such a beast as the dragon would not be ignored throughout the war.

"How many days were we to linger out here while you led your pitiful humans to battle?" the dragon's angry voice greeted Brynn as she trotted Runtly to the camp of Juraviel and Cazzira.

"Do you think it wise that we reveal our strongest and greatest weapons when they are not needed?" Brynn asked, both innocently and incredulously.

"Do not play me for the fool!" Agradeleous roared back at her.

Brynn looked to the elves, and neither wore a reassuring expression.

"Our friend has not enjoyed watching from afar," Juraviel remarked "That is not why I left the comfort of my home!" Agradeleous added "You agreed that you would serve me in this matter," Brynn bluntl replied. ?That means that you will defer to my judgment."

"My patience is not without end."

Brynn slid down from Runtly and walked to stand right before the dragon ?I will use you as I need you, and nothing more than that," she said. ?Our enemies suspect the truth of Agradeleous, and that is a dangerous thing You saw the great engines of war they dragged along with them down the road from Jacintha."

The dragon snorted. ?The toys of children!"

"Dangerous toys," Brynn argued. ?Toys that could bring Agradeleous from the sky." The dragon started to argue, but Brynn wouldn't allow the interruption, shouting over him until he quieted and listened.

"You are not a spectator here, but a valuable tool - perhaps my most valuable tool," she explained. ?I'll not risk you when there is no need. A lucky shot from the Behrenese could spell disaster for me, while you are needed for far more than sacking a barely defended city like Pruda!"

That last statement seemed to pique the dragon's curiosity, for he tilted his head to the side and - more importantly - stopped arguing.

"There is a great force canvassing the steppes of Behren unchecked," Brynn explained.

"You would send me against them?" the dragon asked, obviously hopefully.

"I will use your speed as I used it in the Autumnal Nomaduc," Brynn an-swered. ?I must keep a watch over that army, and use your speed to ensure that my forces within To-gai are apprised of their movements."

"I am a scout?" the horrified dragon asked. ?I could sack a city without you! I could - "

"And so you shall!" Brynn promised. ?When there is need. For now, this night, I need your speed. Fly me to To-gai, great Agradeleous. Let us find Shauntil's army."

Agradeleous stood quiet for a moment, staring at her. Then he nodded, seeming somewhat appeased, for the time being at least.

Soon after dark, Brynn felt the wind on her face as she and the dragon soared high and fast over the plateau divide and into To-gai, across a dis-tance and terrain that would have taken her army a week or two to traverse.

The dragon went up high in the sky, and the fires of many villages could be seen dotting the landscape.

And the fires of a great encampment, a huge glow, showed far in the north.

Brynn urged the dragon that way, and Agradeleous soared off at tremen-dous speed, the ground rolling along below them. The glow grew and grew as they neared, and only then, from that high vantage point, did Brynn truly appreciate the might that had been assembled against To-gai. And from the i the dragon slowed suddenly, and then went up even higher, she knew Agradeleous, too, had come to understand.

Tne dragon's head snaked around, his face moving close to Brynn. ?You ? h to attack?" he asked, and she sensed, for the first time, a bit of a in Agradeleous' great voice.

Brvnn shook her head, not even trying to shout loudly enough for the dragon to hear her in that deafening wind.

She spotted a second glow, then, farther to the north, and she prodded Aeradeleous, and when he looked back, she pointed it out.

Brvnn knew what the second encampment was before the dragon even flew past it. It was a band of To-gai-ru, likely a sizable chunk of the army she had left in the country. It all sorted out for Brynn at that moment. The Behrenese were in pursuit of the To-gai-ru, were hot on a trail they would not forsake.

Brynn scanned all the dark steppes, looking for some answers.

She got an idea from a third set of lights that she marked, not the fires of an encampment, but the smaller glows typical of a settlement. She banked Agradeleous down to that area, a few miles south and west of the Behrenese army, and did a low fly-over.

An outposter settlement, she recognized. Perhaps her army had been heading for it before the arrival of the Behrenese warriors.

On Brynn 's urging, the dragon set down some distance away, and the woman slipped from his back and stood staring at the lights of the out-poster settlement. She understood well the choices here before her, and didn't have to glance back at the mighty dragon to understand the horrors of those choices.

But she could not let her army be caught and destroyed, not if there was anything that she could possibly do to prevent it.

"You were angered that you were not involved in the last battle," she remarked.

Agradeleous' long neck snaked his head around, to come up right beside her, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"The village," Brynn explained. ?Destroy it. Let the flames fly high so that the Behrenese army can see them."

The woman found her breath coming in short gasps as she finished, for she could hardly believe the command - no, not the command, but the permission - she had just given to this most terri-ble of weapons.

The dragon's great head swiveled about to regard the settlement, and he issued a low, horrible growl.

" You will ride?"

"I will stay here," the woman replied, and she felt as if she was acting the part of a coward. But what good would come of her accompanying Agradeleous on his rampage? Would she be able to save a single outposter? Would she wish to?

Any contemplation at that time was moot, anyway, for the dragon hadn't waited a second. He leaped up and his great wings beat the air, launching him away.

Within a couple of minutes, Brynn watched Agradeleous' first pass over the sleepy outposter settlement, a low strafing run, his fiery breath running a line of destruction the length of the settlement.

He did a series of stoops and fire-breathing runs, and the cries of the terrified, doomed outposters filled the night air. And then the dragon fell upon the village, dropping down, all claws and teeth, beating wings and smashing tail.

Brynn looked away and lowered her gaze, second-guessing herself with every heartbeat.

It went on and on, and then the sounds began to quiet, as more and more voices were forever stilled, and then Brynn noted another sound, that of running horses.

She turned around to see Agradeleous gliding down beside her. Past the dragon, the woman saw the high fires, burning bright - brightly enough so that the Behrenese army would have to take notice. Those horses were likely the typical trailing scout cavalry of the main army, a small and mobile force.

Brynn motioned for the dragon to lower his head so that she could climb atop him. ?I believe that some of the soldiers have come to investigate," she explained as she scrambled on. ?I do not wish them to report that the town is destroyed."

Agradeleous loosed another of those low and angry growls, and leaped away once more, and in no time, Brynn was above the burning, ravaged city. To the north, in the glow of those flames, the flyers saw the forms of the Behrenese cavalry.

Brynn lifted her sword and sent forth its fiery blaze, and Agradeleous swooped down from on high. Some of the stunned Behrenese soldiers shrieked in horror, others even managed to wheel their mounts about and start away.

But it didn't matter. There were only twoscore of them, and not a one had a bow in his hand.

Agradeleous destroyed them.

Back up in the night sky, Brynn and the dragon saw much commotion about the distant Behrenese camp and knew that the invaders were already trying to break down their bivouac and prepare for battle.

"Fly past them, high and to the side," she instructed the dragon.

"Let us fall upon them!"

"No!" Brynn screamed. ?No! They are ready for us, for you. Past them, I say, and put me down to the side of the To-gai-ru force."

The dragon growled, and Brynn could feel him stiffening with frustration they flew past the Behrenese army.

But Agradeleous, somewhat sated by i (jgstruction he had wrought that dark evening, obeyed her command.

Less than twenty minutes later, Brynn, flanked by the sentries she had met at the perimeter of the To-gai-ru encampment, walked in to speak iith their commanders. How pleased she was to find old Barachuk among "We have heard that another great city has fallen!" the old man said, trembling with excitement, tears streaming down his face, after he and Brynn had shared a great hug.

"Pruda," Brynn told him, told all of the many who were then gathering about her. ?The city is ours, though we will leave it behind us, as we left Dharyan."

"Is the Chezru Chieftain to suffer no permanent losses?" asked one of the other men, a scowling giant of a man, with dark eyes and many battle scars.

"He has suffered many already," Brynn replied. ?And many more will fol-low. The Chezhou-Lei are in disarray, those who did not die at the Mountains of Fire and in the two conquered cities. He has lost many, many warriors, and suffers the weight of thousands of refugees, streaming down the roads from the west. He has an invading army running loose about his kingdom, while his army, a great force, chases ghosts on the To-gai plain." She looked back to the south, where the fires of the distant, destroyed outposter settle-ment were still sending a glow into the night sky. ?And one outposter set-dement," Brynn finished. ?My attack there has turned the Behrenese army."

"They have pursued us doggedly for several days," Barachuk explained.

"Then I have given you some time to widen your lead on them."

"What force did you bring with you?" the scowling giant man asked. ?Enough so that we can do battle with the Behrenese army here and now, and finish this?"

"If I had brought the whole of my force with me, I would not do battle with the Behrenese army," Brynn replied.

"Let them continue to run over the empty ground, to meander futilely in To-gai, while I rain destruction in-side Behren. Stay ahead of them, I beg, and lead them ever farther westward and northward, into the foothills of the mountains."

"And when are we to fight?"

Brynn shrugged and shook her head. ?Every day that you take them fur-ther from Behren gives me two days to convince the Chezru Chieftain and his people that this war is folly. Pruda has fallen, and we have many more cities in line." She stared hard at the man as she spoke, and it was obvious to her that he was not enjoying her answer. She understood well enough; he was a warrior and wanted nothing more than to do battle with the Behre-nese, whatever the odds. In looking around him, Brynn saw that many oth-ers seemed to share his sentiments.

"You will get your fight, my friend," Brynn promised. ?On the ground of our choosing, at the time of our choosing."

"Not soon enough," the warrior replied. ?I will see every dog Wrap Onf of my homeland, or dead on the grasses!"

"Hold faith in us, in me, I beg of you all," Brynn said. ?Each conquered city will grow my army, as both Dharyan and Pruda already have. Wear thi force thin. Make them long for home. Send out smaller bands around them if you can, and destroy any supply caravans. Attrition greatly favors those defending their homeland. The Behrenese soldiers hate this land because they do not understand it, and if you are cunning and quick, you will make them hate it all the more. Watch their numbers thin as hungry soldiers give up and run away."

"Not one will get out of To-gai alive," the scowling man declared.

Brynn walked up to him. ?What is your name?"

"I am Tanalk Grenk of Kayleen Kek," he declared, and Brynn stepped back, her eyes widening, at the mention of her old tribe. And at a name that seemed familiar to her.

"I was of Kayleen Kek," she said, and the man was nodding, and looking past her. She turned and noted a nodding Barachuk.

"I remember you," Tanalk said, ?though you were but a child. It pleases me to see you again."

Brynn turned back and put her hand up on the large man's strong shoul-der. ?Take the fastest and strongest twoscore," she said to him. ?Lead them against the caravans. Strike wherever you can, and as hard as you can. Live off the bounty of the land, as you - as we all - were taught, while the Behre-nese stumble and starve."

A wicked smile widened on the large man's face and he nodded slowly.

A tremendous roar rumbled through the night, from somewhere out in the distance.

"I must be away," said Brynn. ?Back to Behren, back to our kinfolk army, now in the conquered city of Pruda.

I will return as I can, if I can. But whether any of you ever see me again, I beg of you to hold fast the old ways of the To-gai-ru, and to deny to your last breath the will of the Behrenese conquerors."

A great cheer went up about her, with many weapons brandished high in the air.

She let that cheer echo in her thoughts behind the veil of wind as she sped back to the east that night, past the Behrenese army that had broken camp and begun their march to the burning settlement. She and Agra-deleous went past that settlement, and a dozen more beyond, down over the plateau rim and across the wavy, blowing sands.

She knew the danger of the situation, knew that these early victories would likely be the easiest, and knew all too well that one day soon, those cheers of hope might well turn to cries of despair.

But so be it.

r -nil had not started this war - that had been done by the Chezru , . ��tajn more than a decade before. But she meant to fight it until her dy-reath, if need be. That grim determination was her only defense nst the awful images and sounds of that dying outposter settlement, gut so be it.