ing with such patientness just where we are。〃 He grabbed Qantaqa's hackles。 〃Chok； Qantaqa！〃 he cried。 〃Ummu chok！〃
The wolf sprang away； churning the snow beneath her broad paws。 Sludig dug in his heels and his mount leaped after her。 Simon； cursing beneath his breath； wrestled for a moment with Homefinder's reins。 By the time he had them sorted out； she had decided to follow Sludig's horse anyway。 Simon clung to her neck as they pounded over the uneven snow； hoof…churned sleet burning his eyes。
The ravens were circling the copse like a swarm of black bees。 Binabik； in the lead； vanished among the close…standing trunks。 Sludig went just after； his spear now in his hand。 Simon had a moment to wonder how the Rimmersman would kill birds with a heavy spear； then the line of trees was looming before him as well。 He pulled up on the reins； slowing his horse。 He ducked his head beneath a low…hanging branch； but was not fast enough to avoid a clump of snow falling into the loose hood of his cloak and slithering down his neck。
Binabik stood beside Qantaqa at the center of the copse； the hollow tube to his mouth。 The troll's cheeks puffed； a moment later a large black bundle fell down through the branches overhead； flapping in a slow circle on the white ground before it died。
〃There！〃 Binabik said； gesturing。 Sludig poked upward with his spear； rattling its point among the tree limbs as Qantaqa gave vent to a sharp； excited bark。
A black wing skimmed by Simon's face。 The raven struck at the back of Sludig's head； its claws scrabbling impotently against the metal of his helm。 Another one swooped down from above； squawking； whirling about the Rimmersman's arms as he plied the spear。
Why aren't I wearing a helmet？ Simon thought disgustedly as he raised his hand before his suddenly vulnerable eyes。
The little copse raged with the angry voices of birds。 Qantaqa had her front paws up on a tree trunk； shaking her head from side to side as if she had already caught one of them。
Something small and still as a tiny snowball dropped from the tree overhead。 Binabik fell to his knees at the Rimmersman's feet and cupped it in his hands。
〃I have it！〃 he cried。 〃Let us be going into the open！ Sosa； Qantaqa！' He clambered onto the wolf's back； his hand now tucked inside his jacket。 He had to duck beneath the onslaught of one of the ravens； the haft of Sludig's spear whistled through the space his head had just vacated； smacking the bird like a club； shattering it into a puff of dark feathers。 A moment later the wolf had carried Binabik out from beneath the trees。 Simon and Sludig quickly followed。
Despite the angry voices of the birds behind them； the open ground outside seemed remarkably still to Simon。 He turned to look back。 Hard yellow eyes stared from the uppermost branches； but the ravens did not follow。
〃You saved the bird？〃 he asked。
〃Let us be riding farther away；〃 Binabik said。 〃Then we will look to what we have。〃
When they stopped； the troll took his hand from beneath his skin jacket。 He opened it slowly； as though not sure what he might find there。 The bird nestled inside was dead； or nearly so。 It lay on its side unstirring； its ragged wounds striped with blood。 There was a shred of parchment about its leg。
〃I was thinking this could be；〃 Binabik said； looking over his shoulder。 The dark silhouettes of a dozen ravens sat like hunch…shouldered inquisitors in the nearest tree。 〃I am afraid that we are more late than we should have been。〃
His small finger unfurled the parchment。 It had been chewed or torn until but a part of it remained。 〃A fragment； only；〃 Binabik said sadly。
Simon looked at the tiny runes dotting the ragged strip。 〃We could go back to the trees and look for the rest；〃 he said； disliking the idea mightily even as he said it。
The troll shook his head。 〃I have a sureness that the rest has found its way down a raven gullet…as would this scrap； too； and the messenger； if we had been later still。 〃 He squinted at it。 〃Few words am I making out； but I feel no doubt it was meant for us。 See？〃 He pointed at a minute squiggle。 〃The circle and feather of the League of the Scroll。 It was sent by a Scrollbearer。〃
〃Who？〃 Simon asked。
〃Patience； Simon…friend。 Perhaps the remaining message will tell。〃 He held the curling strip as flat as he could。 〃Two bits only can I read；〃 he said 〃This； saying ' ry of false messengers；' and this 'Make haste。 The Storm is spr ' Then it is signed below with the League's mark。 〃
〃False messenger；〃 Simon breathed； dread creeping through him。 〃That was the dream I had in Geloe's house。 Doctor Morgenes told me to beware the false messenger。〃 He tried to push away the memory of that dream。 In it the doctor had been a charred corpse。
〃 'Be wary of false messengers' is then what it is likely meaning；〃 Binabik said； nodding his head。 〃 'Make haste。 The Storm is spr。。。 Spreading； I am supposing。 〃
The great fear Simon had kept suppressed for several days came crawling back。 〃False messenger；〃 he repeated helplessly。 〃What can it mean？ Who wrote it； Binabik？〃
The troll shook his head。 He tucked the silver of parchment in his bag and then kneeled； scraping a hole in the snow。 〃It is a Scrollbearer； and there are not many now alive。 It might be Jarnauga； if he still lives。 There is also Dinivan in Nabban。〃 He laid the little gray bird in the hole and tenderly covered it over。
〃Dinivan？〃 Simon asked。
〃He is the helper of the Lector Ranessin； the head of your Mother Church；〃 Binabik said 〃A very good man。〃
Sludig； who had stood silent； suddenly spoke。 〃The lector is part of your heathen circle？〃 he said wonderingly。 〃With trolls and such？〃
Binabik smiled a tiny smile。 〃Not the lector。 Father Dinivan； his helper。 And it is not a 'heathen circle；' Sludig； but a band of those who wished the preserving of important knowledge…for just such times as these are。〃 He frowned。 〃I am thinking of who else it might be who was writing this message to us…or to me； rather； for it is my master's arts that likely drew the bird here to me。 If not one of the two 1 mentioned； then I cannot be saying； for Morgenes and my master Ookequk are dead。 There are no other Scrollbearers I know of； unless new ones have been chosen。〃
〃Could it be Geloe？〃 Simon asked。
Binabik thought for a moment； then shook his head。 〃She is one of the wisest of the wise； but she has never been a true Scrollbearer； and I am doubting she would use the League's rune in place of her own。〃 He mounted up onto Qantaqa's back。 〃We will think of the meaning of this warning as we ride。 There are many messengers who have led us to this place； and many others we will doubtlessly be meeting in days and weeks to e。 Which are false？ It is a puzzle of great difficulty。〃
〃Look； the ravens are flying！〃 Sludig cried。 Simon and Binabik turned to see the birds swarm up from the stand of trees like smoke； swirling in the gray sky before wheeling away into the northwest； their disdainful voices echoing。
〃They have done what they were sent for doing；〃 Binabik said。 〃Now they are headed back to Stormspike； do you suppose？〃
Simon's cold fear deepened。 〃You mean the Storm King sent them after us？〃
〃I have little doubt that they were meant to keep that message from our eyes；〃 Binabik said； leaning forward to pick his walking stick from the ground。
Simon turned to follow the flight of the vanishing ravens。 He almost expected to see a dark figure looming on the northern horizon； a burning red gaze in a faceless black head。
〃Those storm clouds on the horizon look very dark；〃 Simon said。 〃A lot darker than they did before。〃
〃The lad's right； 〃 Sludig glowered。 〃That's an ugly storm gathering。〃
Binabik sighed。 His round face was grim； too。 〃The last part of the message we all of us understand。 The storm is spreading； in more than one way only。 We have a long journeying ahead over open and unprotected country。 We will need to go with all the speed that we can be making。〃
Qantaqa started ahead。 Simon and Sludig spurred their horses forward。 Prompted by something he did not understand； Simon looked back once more； al