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The Lost Path [Robes series 2]
by Patricia Duffy Novak
Category: Fantasy
Description: Kaitlyn and Alyvn had passed their tests and earned their wizard's robes. Now they were leaving Wizard's Keep for their first job in the outside world. But were they really ready for the world?
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, 1995 Sword & Sorceress 12
eBookwise Release Date: December 2008
 
34 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [27 KB]
Words: 4602
Reading time: 13-18 min.
Kaitlyn the Gray peered through the gloom, in the direction indicated by her companion Alvyn the White. A hundred yards or so from the path, a small light did indeed twinkle. Too regular for a cook fire, it had to be a lamp. "See?" Alvyn said happily. "I told you we'd find a place to stay." "I think we'd be better off going back to that last town," Kaitlyn said. "We don't know what kind of folk live out here. It might not be safe." "Go back to that town! Five miles or more, you're talking. What harm could there be in staying here? We can outsmart any country farmers." She clucked her tongue. "If we're so smart, how did we end up in this mess"? You got us lost, remember? And I'm probably a bigger fool for letting you talk me into taking this trip without a guide." "I did not get us lost," he said firmly, a statement he had been making for hours, ever since they realized the road to Tinkertown was nowhere to be found. "No guide could have done better. The path to Tinkertown should have branched from this road, just before the stream. Either the map is wrong or someone's moved the path." Kaitlyn used the least-soiled corner of her robe to wipe the travel dust from her face, declining to argue the issue any further in spite of the ludicrous nature of Alvyn's self-defense. Moved the path, indeed! Back at Wizard's Keep, Alvyn had made this adventuring business sound exciting and fun. Now, all her old reservations returned in spades. He'd promised her they would arrive in Tinkertown today, to take their first real jobs as apprentice brew-spellers. Instead, they were wandering about the countryside, hungry, tired, and dirty.
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