A/N This chapter, is one I wanted to write for a long, long time. I hope you like it. I'm finally feeling better, and I'll be back at school tomorrow. I've worked through a ton of missed homework, and did some research on Da Vinci and flying. A lot of people died, jumping off a building with a cape or wings, trying to fly... Smart move... And I'll probably get a lot more tomorrow at school, so I can't update as soon as I did the past three days. Sorry.

Chapter 10.

So that's when Gilan started talking. From the beginning to the end. Everything May told him.

He spoke about how she and her family lived in several towns until they where discovered and scared away from there. How she and her brother had to watch and do nothing when Cahir killed her parents. How they where on the run from him in the year after that. How they got caught, and how she thought Daniel was dead. How the two men from Cahir hurt her and left her to die.

That he, Gilan, found her bleeding to death in the forest. How he took her back to his cabin, and took care of her wounds. That she became his apprentice, and more after a while.

He told her how they got ambushed by Cahir, and how he found out she was a shapeshifter.

He talked about the hunt for the Kalkara, with Will and Halt. About how she attacked one of those things when it was trying to kill Gilan. How she ended up in the infirmary again.

He told her about their trip to the festival, and how she really got her mother's violin back. How she had to leave it behind when Cahir killed her parents, and how angry she was at the merchant who tried to sell it.

Gilan said that they where on their way to the south of Celtica, with Will, Horace, and later Evanlyn. When he got to the point where he turned around and rode back to Auraluen, Evanlyn took over.

She told her about the burning bridge, and how they got caught by Erak and his crew. The trip to Skorghijl, and how she stood up for her when one of the Skandians tried to hit her. How she found out she could shift to more than one form, and how Erak found her a teacher for it.

Evanlyn told her about Alex, she and May talked about him a lot when they where in the cabin in the mountains. How she tried to talk May into going on a date with him. This earned a glare from Gilan, that faltered as soon as Evanlyn said that May'd always say that her heart belonged to someone else.

She told her about how she helped her and Will escape Hallasholm, and how they became friends after a short fight. She told her about how she got kidnapped by Alex, and how she got saved after four months.

She told her what May had been through those months, and asked someone else to take over. Gilan nodded and started explaining again.

About when she got back, she changed. That May wouldn't speak, or sleep for days. How she would train through the night, and most of the day. He told her about what happened when they where riding back from the anual gathering, and that she ran away, only leaving a letter for him.

"That's about everything we know." He ended. May nodded and looked at the people in front of her.

"I get hurt a lot, don't I?" She said eventually.

"Yes, some say you're a magnet to danger." Horace said with a half smile.

She didn't speak after that, she didn't respond. She opened her mouth to speak several times, but she's shut it before she would say anything. She closed her eyes and clutched her head, like she had a headache.

When she opened her eyes, they seemed to change color. from a pale blue-green to a bright emerald, like they had been before all this. Still without saying anything she rushed forward and crushed Gilan in a hug.

"I am so, so sorry." She told him. "I'm sorry, I-" SHe couldn't finish her sentence, so she just buried her face in his neck. Eventually Gilan smiled and put his arms around her.

"It's okay." He responded.

"What just happened?" Horace asked, looking at the two a bit confused. "I thought she didn't remember him?"

"I got my memory back, I guess." May said when she finally let go of Gilan. "I remember everything. You telling me my real memories unlocked it, I think. There are these plants, called Wolfs bain and black alder leaves. If you mix them, and use them correctly, you can corrupt someones mind. It's how Morgarath was able to control his Wargals. In Gallica, that's what they did to me. There's one catch however, when the person breaks the seal, in any way, the effect wears off." May explained.

"They told me how it worked, before they used it. Not the smartest thing to do, I guess." She shrugged. "They blocked something else in my mind too, but I'm not sure what that is."

"Good to have you back kid." Halt said to her.

"Hey, I'm 21, not a kid anymore." May responded with a grin. "Good to know I'm not going crazy anymore."

"They're going to kill them, all of them?" Will asked incredulously. He and Umar were

back at the Bedullin camp in a blind canyon to the north of Maashava. They had been looking over the small city for a while now. Sharik, the Bedullin spy who had spent the day inside the crumbling walls of Maashava,nodded in confirmation.

"That's the word among all the Tualaghi I saw. They're announcing it to the townspeople. Making quite a big thing out of it, apparently." He said

Umar pursed his lips thoughtfully. "It's what you'd expect of Yusal," he said. Will turned his horrified glance on the Aseikh.

"But you said he'd rather make a profit out of them!" he said and Umar shrugged.

"Normally, yes. But perhaps this man Toshak has offered him something in return." Shank had also told them about the presence of a Skandian in the Tualaghi camp, a man who seemed to be on equal terms with Yusal. Will realised that it must be Toshak. Svengal had told them weeks ago in Araluen that Erak suspected Toshak was behind the betrayal.

Umar continued now: "And Yusal enjoys any opportunity to show how merciless he can be. It helps keep his victims subdued. A multiple execution here will be remembered for years. Word will spread and it will make his task easier next time he takes over a village." Will was thinking furiously. What could Toshak have offered the Tualaghi to convince him to give up the ransom money? There could only be one logical answer, he realised.

"He's found the warrant and Evanlyn's seal," he said, almost to himself. Umar and Sharik regarded him curiously.

"The warrant?" Umar asked and Will explained quickly about the ransom payment they had arranged for Erak. The Bedullin leader nodded agreement.

"That could be it. An amount like that would be enough to convince Yusal." Will looked to Sharik again.

"Did you get any idea when they might be holding the executions?"

"On Sixday," the spy replied. "The usual time is between the ninth and tenth hour if it's to be a ceremonial execution."

Sixday was the sixth day of the week. It was a nonworking day, preceding Sevenday, the day for religious observances. On Sixday, food and trade markets were set up in the town square and people relaxed and enjoyed themselves. At least, Will thought, they did when their town hadn't been invaded by a nomad raiding party.

"Then we have two days," Will said.

"There's one more thing." The spy said. "Among your friends, another is to be executed. A young woman with black curly hair. She used to be one of Yusal's, or something like that, but she betrayed him. So she was thrown in prison with your friends."

"Then we'll help her. If she turned her back on Yusal, she might be good to us." Will nodded, deep in tought. Then a thought struck him. "Will they cancel the market?"

Umar shook his head. "Not at all. The more people out and about to see the executions, the better, so far as Yusal is concerned."

Will massaged his chin with his hand, his thoughts racing. "That could work for us," he said,

abstractedly. "The more people about, the easier it will be to infiltrate some of our men."

"I told you," Umar interrupted him. "My men will be recognised as outsiders as soon as they

speak."

"Yours, perhaps," Will replied. "But aren't you forgetting we have twenty-five Arridi troops with us?" He saw understanding in Umar's eyes and hurried on, his thoughts spilling out even as they formed. "We could pair each one with one of your men. They could mingle with the farmers bringing in their produce for the market. Some could even go in the night before. The Arridi does all the talking so the townspeople don't react to a Bedullin accent. That'd give us fifty men inside the town."

"That could work," Umar agreed. "Good work, Sharik," he said, realising that the spy was tired and there was no need to keep him from his bed. "Go and get some food and rest now." Then he looked to where Hassan was sitting nearby, listening intently to the discussion. "Go, and find the Arridi lieutenant," he ordered. "Bring him here."

When the idea was explained to Aloom, he agreed eagerly. The lieutenant had promised Selethen that he and his men would survive the desert, and come after him to rescue him. Now they had that opportunity being handed to them and he accepted instantly. He was also keen to meet with Yusal again, this time with a weapon in his hand. But there was one detail that Will and Umar had overlooked. He gestured at Umar's kheffiyeh.

"You'll need to change those," he said. "Your men all wear kheffiyehs with a yellow and white check. The Maashava people wear plain white."

It was a good point. The Bedullin were all so accustomed to their headwear that it was easy to overlook it. Umar nodded his head several times, acknowledging the point.

"We'll make white ones," he said. "We can use the cloaks of the men who aren't entering the town. Plenty of white cloth there."

"I think you should go in the night before," Will told Aloom. "I'll come with you. I need to look over the town and find a vantage point to shoot from. If anyone questions us, tell them to keep their mouths shut."

"You might also suggest that they can feel free to lend a hand when the fighting starts," Umar said dryly and Aloom shook his head in reply.

"Doubtful," he said. "The townspeople won't raise a finger to defend themselves. And government officials aren't popular in towns like this. Odds are they're looking forward to the execution."

"Where do you want me?" Umar asked. He had unconsciously deferred to Will's authority in this matter. Umar was a warrior whose skill lay in fast-moving cavalry raids in open country. The business of planning a close-quarters, street-to-street engagement in a town was new to him and he sensed the young foreigner knew what he was talking about.

"You'll lead the rest of the force into the town when we give you the signal." Will quickly sketched a rough map in the dirt with the point of his saxe. "There's a small gully to the northern side of the town, we saw it this morning."

He glanced up at Umar and the Aseikh nodded. He remembered the spot. "We'll get your men into cover there the night before. It's only seventy metres or so from the town. We'll wait till they've brought Halt and the others out…" He paused and looked at Aloom for advice. "How do they normally do that? All together or one at a time."

"All together," Aloom told him. "They'll bring them out a little before the ninth hour."

"By the way," Will said, feeling a morbid sense of curiosity, "how do they plan to execute them? Will they be hanged?"

Umar shook his head. "It's not the custom here. We use the sword. Yusal will have them beheaded."

A sick dread clutched at Will's stomach as the Aseikh said the words. He had a horrible image of Halt and Horace and Evanlyn kneeling before the headsman's sword. Evanlyn! His stomach churned at the thought of it. His breath came faster and he closed his eyes, trying to blot out the horror of it. What if I fail? He heard the question echoing in his mind. What if I fail?

He felt a firm grip on his hand and opened his eyes. Umar had leaned closer to him and had placed his hand over Will's.

"We're not going to let it happen," he said. There was a conviction in his voice that eased the sudden, horrified panic that had gripped Will. His breathing slowed and he steadied himself, nodding in gratitude to the desert warrior. Umar saw confidence returning to the young man's eyes once more and he released his hand.

"Do you have any thoughts about where you'll position yourself?" Umar asked.

Will nodded. "I'm thinking on one of the watch towers along the north wall."

He'd need a position with a good overview of the market square where the executions would take place. And he'd need an elevated position so that he'd have a clear shot. Yusal would probably concentrate his men in the immediate area of the execution site to stop any trouble. He wouldn't be expecting it to come from a hundred metres away.

"Good idea," Umar agreed. He and Aloom both regarded the young man with interest. Umar had seen the accuracy of Will's shooting. Aloom had seen Halt and Gilan's skill. If the young Ranger was half as good as his companions, it would make for an interesting morning, he thought.

"You plan to shoot Yusal then?" Aloom asked. He was in fact hoping that he might get the chance to deal with the Tualaghi leader, but he realised he wouldn't be too disappointed if Yusal ended up on the wrong end of an arrow. Will chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully, staring down at the plan of the town he had sketched in the sand.

"Probably," he said. "My first priority will be the executioner. He's not getting anywhere near my friends. I'll want our fifty men to mingle with the crowd, as close to the execution site as possible. As soon as the executioner's down, they can keep the Tualaghi busy until Umar and his men arrive. I'll keep Halt and the others covered in case anyone else decides to try his luck as an executioner. If Yusal's still around, I might arrange to spoil his day."

"I'll need a sign so I know when to attack," Umar pointed out.

"One of my men is the company bugler," Aloom replied. "As soon as he sees Will shoot the

executioner, he can sound the signal."

"That should do it," Will said. "But let's cut a few corners. Keep watch on the tower. Once you see me climbing up to it, start moving your men out of the canyon. Nobody'll be watching in that direction. They'll be watching proceedings in the market square."

"Right." All three men realised they were staring at the rough map in the sand while their

minds went over the details. It was a relatively simple plan, Will thought, and that was a good thing. Simple plans were less likely to go wrong.

"What about the girl?" Umar asked.

"What girl?" Will replied.

"The one they threw in jail with your friends. The one Sharik told us about." Umar said back.

"We'll help her, and hope she'll fight against Yusal with us. Considering she stood up to him, I think that'll be easy." Will said, shrugging.

"Wait, girl? Greenish blue eyes, black hair? I believe one of the rangers once called her May. They seemed to know her." Aloom asked.

"That can't be right. If they're talking about May Greensworth, then you've got it wrong, May has red hair and vivid green eyes." Will said.

"I suppose she doesn't know them, she tried to kill the tall one in the night." Aloom said. "She's a shape shifter, keep that in mind." Aloom nodded. Now, Will began to doubt. What if it was May, then she would have tried to kill Gilan. No, that can't be right. May would never kill him. This is just another shapeshifter, who happens to have the same name as his friend.

Umar looked up and studied the young man's face. "If you're going in the night before, we might need to darken your face a little," he said. He took Will's face between finger and thumb and turned it from side to side, studying it in the moonlight. Will was tanned after his time in Arrida but his skin was nowhere near as dark as the average Bedullin. His brown hair and dark eyes would pass muster, but not his complexion.

"Maybe we can use a little kafay to darken your skin," he said thoughtfully, then added, with a grin, "It's a pity your nose isn't bigger."

Will grinned, remembering his unintentional insult when he had regained consciousness in the desert to find Umar bent over him. Then the Aseikh turned to Aloom.

"You'd better brief your men, captain. I'll pick out twenty-five of my best warriors to go with

them. They can start pairing off and getting to know each other tomorrow."

Aloom started to rise, then hesitated. "Captain?" he said. "I'm a lieutenant."

Umar shook his head. "I just promoted you. You might have to throw your weight around with the townspeople. And nobody ever listens to a lieutenant."

Aloom allowed himself a smile at that. "Too true," he said ruefully. "Too true."

A/N Wolfs bain and Black alder are both existing plants. However, they do not have this effect, I just used two of the plants I know the English names of :P Oh, and I got some Will in it! He can be so smart and so naive at the same time. He'll be in for a surprise when he finds out May is well May.

Something like me: Yes it's indeed always him, but now there's something good happening to him. I'm glad too, my cat has been very generous the past two days. Thank you for the review!

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elvishrangerwolf: I'm not sure about that, I've been planning a new reveal on that matter. But you're just going to have to wait and see. Maybe something that flies again. I like flying.