She shook her head. "That's not possible. There's so . . ." Her voice hitched. "So much."
Daigo butted against Moria's legs, growling under his breath.
"Your cat is right," Gavril said. "You should get back to Ashyn. Levi and Oswald are--"
He stopped. She turned to see him staring down at a patch of brush. In it, she could see a boot, so polished the leather shone in the faint light.
"Do you like them?" Levi asked, pointing at his boots.
"They're very . . . shiny."
"The best your father could procure. My family sent me money, and they said I ought to spend it on my uniform. Father says it makes an impression, and I need to do that if I'm going to advance--"
She grabbed him by the tunic and pulled him into a kiss, mostly just to make him stop talking, but ever after that, he was convinced it was the boots, and wore them even in the summer's heat, always polished to a gleam.
Now she looked down at that boot, at his leg above it, at the blood--
Gavril pulled her back, his grip so tight it hurt. She tried to pull away.
"I need to make sure he's--"
"I will." He yanked her behind him as he c
hecked. "He's dead."
Beside her, Daigo let out a strangled yowl. Moria dropped her hand to his head to comfort him.
"We need to go," Gavril said.
She nodded and returned to her sister.
Whatever was in the forest let the four of them leave. Even the path was open and clear, almost . . . helpful. That made Moria uneasy. What could she say, though? That some Keeper instinct told her she shouldn't leave? Daigo understood. He kept up a low, growling hum as they walked.
We should find out what's in here. That's my job. To fight, not to flee.
But flee she did. She had to. Get Ashyn to safety. Tell the village what had happened. Then go back in. Find survivors--or the bodies. That was the sensible order of things.
"The sun," Ashyn whispered. "At last."
Moria looked up to see shafts of sunlight piercing the canopy.
"I see the second watchtower," Ashyn said.
As Moria passed, Ronan caught the back of her cloak. She spun, but Gavril was faster, knocking the boy's hand off her.
Ronan glowered. "I was getting her attention, Kitsune."
"My name is Gavril. If you wish to speak to her, use words. You do not touch the Keeper. Not if you'd like to keep your hands intact." He turned to Moria. "Call out a greeting. To warn the guards."
"So they can come and kill me?" Ronan said. "No one survives the forest. Do you know why? Because you don't allow--"
"We have nothing to do with it." Ashyn's voice was soft, but it silenced him. She turned to Moria. "There was another survivor. The governor said he was infected, and the guards killed him."
"He was not infected," Ronan said.
"Did he seem to be?" Moria pressed.
"He did not," Ashyn said after a moment.