Traitors always claimed to be on a Lay Software for one of the commanders. She had made up her mind. She would get past them to the safety of the camp. The commander would be her protection. Neeve led her horse over to where she would have a clear path down through the trees. Then, edging toward a mass of rock, she waited. At the bottom of the path, she heard twigs snapping, and saw the bushes trembling, and then, emerging from the dark leaves, a hunter. “Hello!” she sang out in a nonthreatening voice. “Is anyone there?” The woods seemed to swallow her words, leaving an eerie silence. The hunter had disappeared. “Hello!” she shouted with more determination. “I’m up here, near the rocks.” The hunter moved.
