The Enemy in Snowmelt Season: A Stisele of Imlen Short Story

By Sarah Avery

When a flood traps a young officer of shameful birth with an enemy sergeant not long off the farm, they must decide how far to trust one another if either is to survive until they can be rescued-but whose army will find them first?

Despite, or perhaps because of, her meddlesome dead parents, Stisele of Imlen has made it to the

• Language: English
• Publisher: Point Quay Press
• Release date: Jun 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9780997414011

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Published in 2021 by

Sarah Avery

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Contents

The Enemy in Snowmelt Season

Acknowledgements

The Enemy in Snowmelt Season

From the top of the rise, Stisele finally saw a landmark she recognized. Bare winter trees covered rolling hills in every direction, but there, down in the next hollow to the south, ran a ruined road. With any luck, it was the same one the Royal Cartographic Office had added to its latest map. She had longed to see the world, had fought for the chance. Never had she imagined how much of the world consisted of bare winter trees. On the whole, she preferred fighting over being lost in the woods. Well, she said to the ghosts of her parents, if it takes us to the broken bridge, we’ll know where we are.

Flash and Blur—Stisele still thought of them by the nicknames she’d given them as a child—kept a careful distance from her horse. The little globes of warm golden light that were their forms inspected the underbrush for tracks. Fair enough, said Flash in his usual spectral buzz. We seem to be out of the locals’ hunting grounds. Best not to get run off twice in one day.

Stisele nodded. I think they avoid the old roads. I’m more worried we’ll run into Miaaran scouts.

Blur said, I’d worry more still about the bear sleeping under that tree. We’re late enough to wake him.

So the young lieutenant made her careful way to the road, keeping an eye on the hollow tree. The horse was well trained to the scouting work of a royal dragoon—Stisele had borrowed the mare from the dragoons of Seventh Company for her diplomatic mission to the local people. Everyone called them Forest Wall Ghosts, but Stisele knew a thing or two about ghosts, and the hidden people of this forest were something else. Not that she’d been able