Gallen's mouth had fallen open again, and he stared at the ogre. Orick bent lower so that he could try to see the ogre's face, but the trees were in the way. Orick was tempted to come out of hiding, if only to see this curious beast, but fear made him stay hidden. Finally, softly, Gallen asked, "What is this woman's name?"

"Everynne," the giant answered.

"I saw her," Gallen said, "late last night, at the inn in Clere. She had dark hair, and a face so sweet and perfect that she seemed then to steal my heart." Orick wanted to shout, dismayed that Gallen would betray the strangers, but Gallen went on. "And I saw her with her companion again this morning, only an hour ago. They stopped in An Cochan to buy fresh horses, and they hurried off north."

Gallen pointed up the road toward An Cochan, and Orick felt his muscles ease in relief. He could always tell when Gallen was lying, and right now the young man was sending the ogre off on a mad quest.

The ogre tensed and rose on his tiptoes, anxious to head off down the road. Gallen said, "Sir, may I ask what they have stolen? Can you offer a reward if I regain the merchandise?"

The ogre hesitated. "She stole a key made of crystal, a key which opens gateways to other worlds. If you recover the key, my master will pay a generous reward."

"How much of a reward?" Gallen breathed.

"Eternal life," the ogre said. The creature straightened its back and shouted, "Vanquishers, all north!" Its voice rang out with such amazing power that the ground seemed to shake beneath Orick's paws. In the distant woods, dozens of other voices bellowed the message, "Vanquishers, all north!"

Orick could stand it no more. He knew that if he did not get a good look at the ogre now, he might never get another chance. He edged lower in his hiding spot, and his heart began pounding and he wished he'd never seen the thing: the ogre's head was enormous, and its hideous face was deeply creased, while a massive chin hung down like the arm on a sofa. Its lips were reddish brown, the color of burnished wood, and its large teeth were as yellow as pears. Its eyes were as huge as a stallion's testicles, and they were a bright orange. Scraggly brown hair hung limp from its head. All in all, the ogre was like no creature he had ever dreamed.

The ogre seemed to realize he had urgent business elsewhere. It loped toward An Cochan, back bent, head held peculiarly low, as if that enormous head were some great burden that it carried.

Gallen stood watching after it for several moments, an astonished expression on his face. He licked his lips and shook his head in wonder. He muttered to himself, "Eternal life, is it? What if I want a bonus? How about eternal life and a pair of laying hens? Or maybe eternal life and a sack of potatoes thrown into the bargain? Would your penurious master go so high?"

Gallen stared down the road. The sunlight still shone on the road, birds were hopping in the brush. A light morning breeze sifted through the trees, and Gallen shook his bandaged head, then stood with his mouth open as if he could not believe what he'd just seen.

Maggie stepped forward from the brush and whispered, "Gallen?" Orick followed.

Gallen saw her, then looked back up the road where the ogre had gone. He began jumping up and down and pointing. "Ah, Christ, you missed it!" Gallen said. "I just saw the most incredible giant! Come here! Hurry! I'll show you its tracks! I swear to God, it had green skin and teeth as big as shingles!"

"I know," Maggie said. "We saw it, too. Gallen, there's a bunch of those things in the wood. They came through town and murdered Father Heany. It was terrible!"

Maggie was on the road by now, shaking her head and grabbing Gallen's arm as if to make sure he was alive. Up here on the road, Orick could smell the strangers more strongly-Everynne and her guard-but he didn't want to say anything, afraid that somehow perhaps one of the giants might hear.

"Father Heany is dead?" Gallen stepped back in shock. "But ..." He searched for something to say.

"Father Heany tried to drive the monsters out of town. And they burned him up. Then they went to the inn, looking for those travelers. They knew John Mahoney had let them stay in his inn. They killed him for it."

"But, he's an innkeeper, for Christ's sake!" Gallen shouted, looking angrily back up the road. "That's what he does for a living! Ah, hell, where is Everynne and her guard now?"

"They ran off into the forest before dawn," Orick said. "I've been trying to track them."

"You wouldn't turn them in, would you?" Maggie asked. "That beast may sound like he's offering some grand reward, but those creatures are devils! Beelzebub himself walked at the head of their procession!"

Gallen looked sober. "Even if I didn't know that they'd killed a priest, I wouldn't turn anyone over to that thing. I have my honor to think about. I promised to take Everynne to Geata na Chruinne, and I'll do it, even if the woods are full of sidhe. Orick, can you still follow their trail?"

Orick shivered. He had not thought about it, but here they were in Coille Sidhe. The humans told stories of the sidhe-strange and brutal beings from the otherworld. Orick had always thought them to be only tales for children, but suddenly the otherworlders were walking about in the daylight, looking for an enchantress with a key. "I can sniff them out."

"Wait!" Maggie said. "Gallen, we've no cause to get involved in the affairs of the sidhe. Let the devils squabble among them-selves. If this woman has stolen something, maybe she deserves to be punished!"

Gallen half-closed his eyes in thought, and his long golden hair shone in the sunlight, the bandage holding it like a bloody headband. Orick wondered why his head was bandaged. Gallen looked down at Maggie and Orick, the sun catching his powder-blue eyes. "I don't believe this Everynne is a thief. Her guard was loyal to her. Thieves are never so devoted to their own. Greed wrings all the devotion right out of them."

"Perhaps he was under a spell-" Orick said, "as the ogre warned."

"Perhaps," Gallen agreed. "But only an hour ago, I swore to Father Brian that if my heart was ever hot to give someone aid, I would do it. And this morning my heart is hot to give aid to Lady Everynne."

"Well spoken," a gravelly voice said from the knoll above them. As one, Gallen, Maggie and Orick glanced up. The hill was covered with pines near the top, but the voice had come from close by, from the fern beds not twenty yards away. Suddenly there was movement, and Orick saw a man standing in the ferns, wearing a deep-hooded robe painted in greens and browns. Images of ferns were painted on it so precisely that if the man had remained still, Orick would never have seen him. Yet as the stranger walked downhill toward them, the robe shimmered and turned a soft brown. The man wore two swords at his hip.

The stranger halted in front of Gallen, and his scent was muted-hard to catch even at ten feet. Of all the wondrous things that had happened today, to Orick this was the most wondrous, the man's lack of scent.

The stranger pulled back his hood. He appeared to be in his late forties, but he was well-muscled, and his skin was ruddy tan. His hair had once been a golden brown, but now was turning silver. "I am Veriasse Dussogge," he said, "Everynne's counselor and protector. Will you guide us to the gate now? We are in great need. It will not take long for the vanquishers to discover your ruse and return in greater numbers."

"I can take you," Gallen said, "but we have not yet agreed to a price."

The stranger licked his lips. "You said only a moment ago that your heart was hot to give aid to the Lady Everynne."

"True," Gallen admitted, "but I didn't say that my heart was hot to give it to her for free!"

Orick looked from Gallen to Veriasse. Veriasse seemed to be weighing his options. Obviously, he could not afford to spend hours searching for either the gate or a new guide.

"You have me at a disadvantage," Veriasse said. "What is your price?"

"Well, that depends," Gallen answered. "Finding the gate is easy enough, but I'm not eager to tangle with one of those ogres. I assume you knew they were following you? That's why you wanted a man-at-arms?"

Veriasse nodded. "The vanquishers are very dangerous. I should warn you that they carry weapons more powerful than any on your world. The vanquishers can easily kill you at a hundred yards."

"Hmmm....Then my price needs to reflect the risk I'll be taking. How about eternal life?" Gallen raised a brow.

"It is not in the Lady Everynne's power to grant that to you now," Veriasse said, "but if she reaches her destination ..."

"Then she can give it to me if she reaches Geata na Chruinne?" Gallen asked.

"She has other gates to pass through," Veriasse answered. "She must face many dangers. But if she wins through, then, yes, she would return and pay your fee."

Uphill, a whippoorwill called. "Quickly!" Veriasse hissed, urging them off the road. "Vanquishers!"

He grabbed Gallen's arm and leapt downhill into the brush. Orick plunged after them, and Veriasse led them a few hundred feet off the road, into the shadows under a pine.

"Don't stir," Veriasse warned. Orick waited motionless for a moment. A trio of ogres passed on the road, marching quietly, heads swiveling as they searched the forest. Maggie was breathing so heavily, Orick feared the ogres would hear her. But they passed quickly.

After another two minutes, Veriasse whistled once like a thrush. Lady Everynne bounded downhill over the edge of the road, wearing her blue robes and a headdress made of triangular silver bangles fastened with a metal mesh. She bore her rosewood harp case under one arm; a pack was strapped to her shoulder.

Veriasse stood, and Orick saw that his robes were taking on the colors of the wood-deep grays and greens with splashes of yellow sunlight. Veriasse pulled his hood low over his eyes. "Everynne," he said, "this young man asks eternal life as his reward for leading you to the gate. Will you accept his price?"

Everynne looked at Gallen. "He doesn't know what he is asking. How could he? He doesn't know who I am, nor can he understand the limits of our power." She looked into Gallen's eyes. "When you ask for 'eternal life,' it is not what you think. I could change you-make you so that you will not grow old, cure you of all ills and injuries. Perhaps by doing this, I could extend your life-for a thousand or ten thousand years. I can give you new bodies, keep you so that you are reborn at each death. But you could still be killed. Your life will still end, someday."

"You can do this?" Gallen asked. Maggie was looking at Everynne in astonishment, and the young girl backed away as if afraid.

"Perhaps," Everynne said. "At the moment, I am as helpless as you. But I promise: if you take me to the gate and I survive the next few weeks, then it will be in my power to pay your fee."

Gallen offered his hand, and Maggie said, "Gallen, no!"

"Why not?" Gallen asked.

"It's a trick-" Orick cut in. "There's things she's not telling you. If you help her, you might not die of old age, but those giant vanquishers can come back and knock your head in! Listen to Maggie. You've no cause to be concerning yourself in her affairs." Orick's heart pounded, and he stared at his friend. Orick was a practical bear, and Gallen's bargain here just didn't make bear sense. Obviously these were magical creatures, and by bargaining with them, Gallen might win eternal life, but would he have a soul when he finished?

Gallen raised an eyebrow, questioned Everynne without saying a word. "If I live, the vanquishers will become my servants," Everynne said, "and to my knowledge they will never return to this world to harm you or your family. Gallen, I cannot promise you that all dangers will fade from your life. There are worse things than vanquishers. If I die, I suspect that you and your people will learn more about what lies beyond the Gate of the World than any of you ever wanted to know."

"What do you mean by that?" Maggie demanded.

"We are at war," Veriasse cut in.

Orick looked hard at Gallen, and it was plain that the young man was wrestling with his thoughts. "Then," Gallen said, "I think I know what price I must ask."

"Which is?" Everynne asked.

Orick's nose was dry from fear, so he licked his snout. He waited for Gallen to ask for eternal life, but Gallen said, "I want to come with you beyond the gate into the realm of the sidhe and make sure that you reach your destination."

"No!" Everynne said. "You cannot even guess the kinds of dangers we will face. I cannot take you. You would not be a help-only a hindrance."

"You are a traveler and you need guards," Gallen said. "That is what I do."

Orick thought the man crazy, but Gallen had eyes only for Everynne. It was a case of lust, sure and through. And when Gallen got that set look in his eye, you could more easily pull a badger from his den than deter Gallen from his goal.

"Last night," Gallen said, "you would not tell me your name because you knew that these vanquishers would be following you."

"Yes," Everynne answered. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Yet the vanquishers came. Inadvertently, perhaps, you have touched our world. Now I want to touch yours."

"It's not that simple," Everynne said. "I could let you come through the gate, but it does not lead to one world, it leads to a maze of worlds, and you are not prepared to enter. Even if you did, you would only want to come home again. In these last few days, I have grown to appreciate this world immensely for its simplicity, its ease of life."

"I don't know about other worlds," Gallen said. "But I suspect that this one is damned boring."

"A boring world is a valuable commodity," Everynne said. "I would that all worlds were so innocent."

Gallen thought a long moment, shrugged. "Then I'll take nothing in return for my aid. Only a scoundrel would extort money from a woman in need."

Orick shook his head, confused by Gallen's sudden turnabout. He wondered if he'd ever understand humans. The Lady Everynne smiled gratefully, raised her brow as if her opinion of Gallen had just raised dramatically.

In the distance was a sound Orick could just barely make out, though none of the others could have heard it. Voices shouting, "Vanquishers, to the south!"

"They're coming back!" Orick said. "Hurry!"

Gallen leapt into the woods, and the others followed.