Galvanized into action, they heeded her words. And they ran.
By the time they reached the end of the irrigation mound, they could see, in the distance behind them, the light of small fires in the distance, fires which bobbed and flickered and moved unnaturally.
Changing direction, they began wending their way between the low hills near to Pran’s farm. Theuli, who seemed to have recovered herself somewhat, did her best to keep their spirits up, but she was casting an uncertain eye over her shoulder with increasing frequency.
Malina didn’t need to look back to know that they were pursued, or that their pursuers were closing, rapidly.
The soldiers spread out in a line, as if to meet the group of travellers on foot. But something in their bearing caused Arlon and Durphel to slow their approach and tightly clutch the weapons they held inexpertly before them. Mari and Durus, too, sensed that something was amiss, and the children held back, keeping close to the two women.
Nevana, however, was all set to run ahead, relieved, when her father caught her roughly by the arm and drew her back.
A few of the soldiers bore torches, and in the dim light, two of them rode forward, appraising the Elven girl. At last, one of the soldiers spoke.