When Simon walked out into that sunny field from the barn, he kly where he was aly what was going to happen, but he wasn’t sure exactly what to do. Well, he khat he o vihe family that lived here of the dahat was ing, but how exactly to do that eion.

  What he knew for sure, though, was that using magic robably not going to st time; if Aaric was to be believed, it had some pretty ive side effects for the family that lived here, and he didly have another spell that was subtle enough to—

  “Hey! Who are you!” the voice of a young boy called out, derailing Simon’s train of thought. “What in the hells are you doing in our barn?”

  “Barn, child?” Simon asked, pretending to be a little older than he already looked. Wheurned around, he saw the boy recoil from some of his more obvious scars, but he olite enough not to say anything. “e now, tell me where your parents are. I’ve e to warn them.”

  “Warn them of what?” Aaric asked, more eager than afraid. “What’s going to happen.”

  Simon shook his head and insisted that he had to speak with his father. So, Aaric begrudgingly led him out to the field where the man was w the plow.

  They made of their approach, and when Millen saw Simon approag with his boy, he stiffened and stopped. “What I do for you, stranger,” he asked. He wasn’t quite unfriendly, but he certainly wasn’t friendly either. That bination was enough to make Simon try the direct approabsp;

  “I’m here to warn you,” Simon said, “You and everyone else on my way west. A dark cloud is ing. You know what that means, don’t you?”

  Millen looked fused for a moment, then he figured it out and looked to young Aaric with a touch of fear. “Are you sure?” the farmer asked. “When? How?”

  His questions came as a barrage, and Simon answered them as calmly as he could. “It has been foreseen,” Simon said, choosing not to provide any source for the statement, mostly because he didn’t know who these people might find to be a credible authority. “That is all that matters, and tomorrow, or the day at the test, the swarm will pass through this valley.”

  Millen looked deeply flicted, aried to push Simon for more answers, but he just shook his head. “I must take my leave,” he insisted, “There are others to warn and shelter to find.”

  “Warn them about apa?” Aaric asked, but both of the adults ignored him.

  “There’s not mu the way of shelter around here,” the farmer said finally. “Even less where animals are ed.”

  “It’s not the animals I’m ed about,” Simon said brusquely.

  “You would be if you had to eat them,” Millen said, shaking his head, “If the swarmers really do e, this field and all the other ones like it will be gone. We’ll need what little we save.”

  “Fair enough,” Simon agreed, turning to leave, surprised that his words had been accepted so readily. This was either a regur problem or at least something that had happened in living memory.

  “Wait, where are you going?” Millen asked.

  “It’s as I said,” Simon answered, “Lots of other people to warn and many more miles to walk before nightfall.”

  “Would you speak with the vilge elder with me? Over there in Screeton?” Millen asked, pointing toward the hills to the north. “I… If I try to tell him that something bad is going to happen, he’s liable to ignore me, but if you do it… an outsider… well, he’s got to listen. If we get him to reopen the old tin mihen maybe that give the herds a ce.”

  “What about your neighbors?” Simon asked. “Are you really more ed about your horses and your sheep than them?”

  “The boy warn them, ’t you, Aaric?” Millen asked.

  “I … if I knew what it was I’m supposed to be warning them about…” the boy said, obviously ready to explode from anticipation.

  “Just tell them that bck swarmers have been sighted, and they’re on the way. Tell them to head to the vilge, and we’ll take shelter in the mine.”

  It took more than a little willpower for Simon to resist the urge to smirk as the eager young boy paled as his father told him about bugs that could devour everything in sight in the space of only an hour or two. One moment, he’d been ready to pick up a sword and be a hero, and the , he looked like he might faint. Simon remembered the d being a little braver in their brief goblin hunt, but then one goblin was a lot less scary than a cloud of thousands of vampiric bugs.

  After that, he and Millen stopped briefly by their , where he briefly introduced his wife, who inning, and his daughter, who was helping to make dinner. her woman looked at him very kindly, but Simon was used to it. He was old and disfigured. That apparently made him perfect to deliver mysterious messages but utterly unsuited to speak with women in pces where he hadn’t saved their kingdom.

  Just as well, Simon thought as Millen expihings, and the women sprang up to start pag. It’s not like I’m all that ied in looking at anyone else anymore, either.

  The vilge elder was an older man who quizzed Simon several times as to where he got this information and why he thought it could be trusted. That was reasonable enough, but Simon was already too into his role of mysterious old prophet and gave his best Obi-Wan impression as he answered questions with questions and spoke in mysterious generalities.

  “Fods’ sake, Sir, it’s just a day. Two at the worst.” Millen barked finally. “If he’s wrong, we lose a little time, but if he’s right…”

  Simon could tell that outburst only weakeheir argument, but he said nothing. This was the sort of man who did not like to have his authority questioned, and even though Simon was old enough for many to sider him an elder at this point, it was obvious that the vilge elder, only a few years his senior, felt o do likewise.

  Even after an hour of mysterious warnings, the elder was on the verge of telling them both to go pound sand before other men and women started to show up, demanding answers. After that, things just sort of fell into pce, aually, the steel-haired old man told them that he would allow the mio be reopened.

  “But only for two days!” he snapped, gring at Simon, “And it will not be on my head if goblins or wet you while you are hiding from shadows and the lies of some chartan.”

  After that, Simon almost had to shelter with them. Not only did he want to see what was going to happen, but the idea of fighting moblins practically called to him. He hated the way that the little bastards stunk, of course, but he’d been looking for an excuse to see if he was worth a damn in a fight anymore, and they would be a better test than most. Besides, if things went the same as they did st time, he’d be seeing Aari a few levels, and this time, he’d want to leave behind some fond memories.

  Simohat afternoon ripping down old boards and helping to round up and drive innumerable goats and sheep toward the mi was a plete mess, but it wasn’t hard work, and the sheer chaos to save everyone and everything from their tiny, local Armageddon made him ugh more than once. By the time he was done, he was a little sunburned but happy enough that he went whole hours at a time without thinking about Elthena.

  Simon, along with pretty much everyone else, spent the night in the old mihat night. Not many people actually slept. It was hard to do much sleeping with the sounds of hundreds htened animals eg through the tunnels.

  Most people at least tried to sleep, though. Simon prowled the farthest end of the oldest tunnels, though, searg for anything that didn’t belong. That deep, there was water dripping from the ceiling in pces, which made sense because he’d been told the lower tunnels were long flooded, which was why the pce was closed. As much as part of him wished to find goblins, he came up empty, though. The closest he got was when he was ambushed by young Aarietime after midnight.

  “You find any monsters yet?” he asked, sg Simon half to death.

  “No, the only monsters down here are you, and whoever that is that’s sn so loud,” Simon quipped, tinuing to search for as long as his torch allowed.

  “That’s just Mister Branaugh,” Aaric said with a ugh. He was a boy on the cusp of manhood, aried to act serious, but there was glee just beh the surface, waiting to burst free at any moment. “And if there are no monsters, what are you doing all the way down here?”

  “Well, the only way to make sure there are no monsters is to keep looking for them,” Simon said with a shake of his head, suddenly feeling very old. “Because as soon as you stop looking, that’s when they pounce. How’s the front door looking?”

  “It’s all sealed up,” Aariswered with a shrug. “Dad finished helping with that ho. Tight, too, with cloth wedged in all the cracks, just like you said.”

  Simon nodded. Part of him wao go cast a spell to reinforce it, but he khat would only get him into trouble. No, he’d already done his part, and the only magic he’d needed was a little foreknowledge that pyed on people's fears.

  Sometime that m, he finally went to sleep, sure that the pce was safe enough for a short nap at least. Despite the sounds of baaing and mooing, he actually mao fall asleep, which was a minor miracle in its ht. He slept soundly, tht up until the bounding and the shouting.

  Once Simon had scoured the back of the tunnels, he’d made his way slowly to the entrance, where he’d fallen asleep, not far from the barricade, in case anything bad happehat turned out to be a good idea because sometime that m, something bad started to happen.

  Not everyone had believed his warnings. Though some people, had decided to sleep in their own beds despite Simon’s pleas, the vilge elder had joihem at the st minute, marking him as a coward among other things. He had no doubt they were looking forward to mog him when they all left the tunnels in a day or two, and nothing had happened, but that wasn’t how things worked out.

  Instead, when the bugs were sighted on the horizon, they came running. First, there were only a couple pounding on the door and begging to be let in, but more and more came after that. It was an awful moment because there was nothing to do. This wasn’t a modern door with a deadbolt that they could open for just a sed like in a horror movie.

  This was a barricade that had been hammered together from the existing pnks that had sealed the mine for years, along with scraps from dozens of houses and farms. Even if they could take it apart without destroying it, it would take hours to put it all ba pce, and from the sound of things, they didn’t have hours. They had mihey might even have less.

  Argumeed theween those who said that something had to be done and those who insisted nothing could be done. Simon didn’t join in the arguments oher side; he just walked to the barricade, drew his sword, and stood there as a barrier between those who might do something stupid and the pce they would have to stand to do it.

  It wasn’t his preferred answer, and there were more than a few men in here with him who could probably take him at this point if they wao try. That didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that there were too many women and children io take any ces, and he wasn’t going to let them all get eaten alive because someohey cared about hadn’t heard the warning.

  There were some hard looks and a few threats, but ohe shouting and the begging turo screams, no oalked about opening the dain. It was a settled matter. If they ope, then everyone would die, and that arently all the deterrent anyone needed.