Bruna had managed it, however many decades ago, marrying, raising children, and still tending the folk, but Leesha didn’t see how. She would have to ask the old woman.
She heard a click, and looked up to see Gared gingerly stepping from the shop. She pretended to be asleep until he drew near, then rolled over suddenly. “What are you doing out here?” she whispered. Gared jumped and covered his mouth to muffle a yelp. Leesha had to bite her lip to keep from laughing aloud.
“I just came to use the privy,” Gared whispered, coming over and kneeling beside her.
“There’s a privy in the shop,” Leesha reminded him.
“Then I came for a good-night kiss,” he said, leaning in with his lips puckered.
“You had three when you first went to bed,” Leesha said, playfully smacking him away.
“Is it so bad to want another?” Gared asked.
“I suppose not,” Leesha said, putting her arms around his shoulders.
Some time later, there was the creak of another door. Gared stiffened, looking about for a place to hide. Leesha pointed to one of the chairs. He was far too big to be covered completely, but with only the dim orange glow from the fireplace to see by, it might prove enough.
A faint light appeared a moment later, dashing that hope. Leesha barely managed to lie back down and close her eyes before it swept into the room.
Through slitted eyes, Leesha saw her mother looking into the common room. The lantern she held was mostly shuttered, and the light threw great shadows, giving Gared room enough to hide if she didn’t look too closely.
They needn’t have worried. After satisfying herself that Leesha was asleep, Elona opened the door to Steave’s room and disappeared inside.
Leesha stared after her for a long time. That Elona was being untrue was no great revelation, but until this very moment, Leesha had allowed herself the luxury of doubting that her mother could truly be so willing to throw away her vows.
She felt Gared’s hand on her shoulder. “Leesha, I’m sorry,” he said, and she buried her face in his chest, weeping. He held her tightly, muffling her sobs and rocking back and forth. A demon roared somewhere off in the distance, and Leesha wanted to scream along with it. She held her tongue in the vain hope that her father was sleeping, oblivious to Elona’s grunting, but the likelihood seemed remote unless she had used one of Bruna’s sleeping draughts on him.
“I’ll take you away from this,” Gared said. “We’ll waste no time in making plans, and I’ll have a house for us before the ceremony if I have to cut and carry all the logs myself.”
“Oh, Gared,” she said, kissing him. He returned the embrace, and laid her down again. The thumping from Steave’s room and the sound of the demons without all faded away into the thrum of blood in her ears.
Gared’s hands roamed her body freely, and Leesha let him touch places that only a husband should. She gasped and arched her back in pleasure, and Gared took the opportunity to position himself between her legs. She felt him slip free of his breeches, and knew what he was doing. She knew she should push him away, but there was a great emptiness inside her, and Gared seemed the only person in the world who might be able to fill it.
He was about to drive forward when Leesha heard her mother cry out in pleasure, and she stiffened. Was she any better than Elona, if she gave up her vows so easily? She swore to cross the wards of her marriage house a virgin. She swore to be nothing like Elona. But here she was, throwing all that away to rut with a boy mere feet from where her mother sinned.
It’s oath breakers I can’t abide, she heard Bruna say again, and Leesha pressed her hands hard against Gared’s chest.
“Gared, no, please,” she whispered. Gared stiffened for a long moment. Finally, he rolled away from her and retied his breeches.
“I’m sorry,” Leesha said weakly.
“No, I’m sorry,” Gared said. He kissed her temple. “I can wait.”
Leesha hugged him tightly, and Gared rose to leave. She wanted him to stay and sleep beside her, but they had stretched their luck thin as it was. If they were caught together, Elona would punish her severely, despite her own sin. Perhaps even because of it.
As the door to the shop clicked shut, Leesha lay back filled with warm thoughts of Gared. Whatever pain her mother might bring her, she could weather it so long as she had Gared.
Breakfast was an uncomfortable affair, the sounds of chewing and swallowing thunderous in the mute pall hanging over the table. It seemed there was nothing to say not better left unsaid. Leesha wordlessly cleared the table while Gared and Steave fetched their axes.
“Will you be in the shop today?” Gared asked, finally breaking the silence. Erny looked up for the first time that morning, interested in her reply.
“I promised Bruna I’d help tend the wounded again today,” Leesha said, but she looked apologetically at her father as she did. Erny nodded in understanding and smiled weakly.
“And how long is that to go on for?” Elona asked.
Leesha shrugged. “Until they’re better, I suppose,” she said.
“You’re spending too much time with that old witch,” Elona said.
“At your request,” Leesha reminded.
Elona scowled. “Don’t get smart with me, girl.”
Anger flared in Leesha, but she flashed her most winning smile as she swung her cloak around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, Mother,” she said, “I won’t drink too much of her tea.”
Steave snorted, and Elona’s eyes bulged, but Leesha swept out the door before she could recover enough to reply.
Gared walked with her a ways, but soon they reached the place where the woodcutters met each morning, and Gared’s friends were already waiting.
“Yur late, Gar,” Evin grumbled.
“Gotta woman t’cook for him, now,” Flinn said. “That’ll make any man linger.”
“If he even slept.” Ren snorted. “My guess is he got her doing more’n cooking, an’ right under her father’s nose.”
“Ren got that right, Gar?” Flinn asked. “Find a new place to keep yur axe last night?”
Leesha bristled and opened her mouth to retort, but Gared laid a hand on her shoulder. “Pay them no mind,” he said. “They’re just tryin’ to make you spit.”
“You could defend my honor,” Leesha said. Creator knew, boys would fight for any other reason.
“Oh, I will,” Gared promised. “I just don’t want ya to see it. I’d rather ya keep thinking me gentle.”
“You are gentle,” Leesha said, standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. The boys hooted, and Leesha stuck her tongue out at them as she walked off.
“Idiot girl,” Bruna muttered, when Leesha told her what she had said to Elona. “Only a fool shows their cards when the game’s just getting started.”
“This isn’t a game, it’s my life!” Leesha said.
Bruna grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks so hard her lips puckered apart. “All the more reason to show a little sense,” she growled, glaring with her milky eyes.
Leesha felt anger flare hotly within her. Who was this woman, to speak to her so? Bruna seemed to hold the entire town in scorn, grabbing, hitting, and threatening anyone she pleased. Was she any better than Elona, really? Had she had Leesha’s best interests at heart when she told her all those horrible things about her mother, or was she just manipulating her to become her apprentice, like Elona’s pressure to marry Gared early and bear his children? In her heart, Leesha wanted both of those things, but she was tiring of being pushed.
“Well, well, look who’s back,” came a voice from the door, “the young prodigy.”
Leesha looked up to see Darsy standing in the doorway of the Holy House with an armful of firewood. The woman made no effort to hide her dislike for Leesha, and she could be just as intimidating as Bruna when she wished. Leesha had tried to assure her that she was not a threat, but her overtures only seemed to make things worse. Darsy was determined not to like her.
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Don’t blame Leesha if she’s learned more in two days than you did in your first year,” Bruna said, as Darsy slammed down the wood and lifted a heavy iron poker to stoke the fire.
Leesha was sure she would never get along with Darsy so long as Bruna kept picking at the wound, but she busied herself grinding herbs for poultices. Several of those burned in the attack had skin infections that needed regular attention. Others were worse still. Bruna had been shaken awake twice in the night to tend those, but so far, her herbs and skills had not failed her.
Bruna had assumed complete control of the Holy House, ordering Tender Michel and the rest around like Milnese servants. She kept Leesha close by, talking continuously in her phlegmy rasp, explaining the nature of the wounds, and the properties of the herbs she used to treat them. Leesha watched her cut and sew flesh, and found her stomach was strengthening to such things.
Morning faded into afternoon, and Leesha had to force Bruna to pause and eat. Others might not notice the strain in the old woman’s breath or the shake of her hands, but Leesha did.
“That’s it,” she said finally, snatching the mortar and pestle from the Herb Gatherer’s hands. Bruna looked up at her sharply.
“Go and rest,” Leesha said.
“Who are you, girl, to …” Bruna began, reaching for her stick.
Leesha was wise to the move and faster, grabbing the stick and pointing it right at Bruna’s hooked nose. “You’re going to have another attack if you don’t rest,” she scolded. “I’m taking you outside, and no arguing! Stefny and Darsy can handle things for an hour.”
“Barely,” Bruna grumbled, but she allowed Leesha to help her up and lead her outside.
The sun was high in the sky, and the grass by the Holy House was lush and green, save for a few patches blackened by flame demons. Leesha spread a blanket and eased Bruna down, bringing her special tea and soft bread that would not strain the crone’s few remaining teeth.
They sat in comfortable silence for a time, enjoying the warm spring day. Leesha thought she had been unfair, comparing Bruna to her mother. When was the last time she and Elona had shared a comfortable silence in the sun? Had they ever?
She heard a rasping sound, and turned to find Bruna snoring. She smiled and spread the woman’s shawl over her. She stretched her legs, and spotted Saira and Mairy a short ways off, sewing out on the grass. They waved and beckoned, scooching over on their blanket to make room as Leesha came to sit.
“How goes the Herb Gathering?” Mairy asked.
“Exhausting,” Leesha said. “Where’s Brianne?”
The girls looked at one another and giggled. “Off in the woods with Evin,” Saira said.
Leesha tsked. “That girl is going to end up like Klarissa,” she said.
Saira shrugged. “Brianne says you can’t scorn something you haven’t tried.”
“Are you planning to try?” Leesha asked.
“You think you’ve no reason not to wait,” Saira said. “I thought that, too, before Jak was taken. Now I’d give anything to have had him once before he died. To have his child, even.”
“I’m sorry,” Leesha said.
“It’s all right,” Saira replied sadly. Leesha embraced her, and Mairy joined in.
“Oh, how sweet!” came a cry from behind them. “I want to hug, too!” They looked up just as Brianne crashed into them, knocking them laughing into the grass.
“You’re in good spirits today,” Leesha said.
“A romp in the woods’ll do that,” Brianne said with a wink, elbowing her in the ribs. “Besides,” she sang, “Eeevin told me a seecret!”
“Tell us!” the three girls cried at once.
Brianne laughed, and her eyes flicked to Leesha. “Maybe later,” she said. “How’s the crone’s new apprentice today?”
“I’m not her apprentice, whatever Bruna may think,” Leesha said. “I’m still going to run my father’s shop once Gared and I marry. I’m just helping with the sick.”
“Better you’n me,” Brianne said. “Herb Gathering seems like hard work. You look a mess. Get enough sleep last night?”
Leesha shook her head. “The floor by the hearth isn’t as comfortable as a bed,” she said.
“I wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor if I had Gared for a pallet,” Brianne said.
“And just what is that supposed to mean?” Leesha asked.
“Don’t play dumb, Leesh,” Brianne said with a hint of irritation. “We’re your friends.”
Leesha puffed up. “If you’re insinuating …!”
“Come off the pedestal, Leesha,” Brianne said. “I know Gared had you last night. I’d hoped you’d be honest with us about it.”
Saira and Mairy gasped, and Leesha’s eyes bulged, her face reddening. “He had no such thing!” she shouted. “Who told you that?”
“Evin,” Brianne smiled. “Said Gared’s been bragging all day.” “Then Gared’s a ripping liar!” Leesha barked. “I’m not some tramp, to go around …”
Brianne’s face darkened, and Leesha gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh, Brianne,” she said. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean …”
“No, I think you did,” Brianne said. “I think it’s the only true thing you’ve said today.”
She stood and brushed off her skirts, her usual good mood vanished. “Come on, girls,” she said. “Let’s go somewhere where the air’s cleaner.”
Saira and Mairy looked at each other, then at Leesha, but Brianne was already walking, and they rose quickly to follow. Leesha opened her mouth, but choked, not knowing what to say.
“Leesha!” she heard Bruna cry. She turned to see the old woman bracing on her cane and struggling to rise. With a pained glance at her departing friends, Leesha rushed to aid her.
Leesha was waiting as Gared and Steave came sauntering down the path toward her father’s house. They joked and laughed, and their joviality gave Leesha the strength she needed. She gripped her skirts in white-knuckled fists as she strode up to them.
“Leesha!” Steave greeted with a mocking smile. “How’s my soon-to-be daughter today?” He spread his arms wide, as if to sweep her into a hug.
Leesha ignored him, going right up to Gared and slapping him full in the face.
“Hey!” Gared cried.
“Oh ho!” Steave laughed. Leesha fixed him with her mother’s best glare, and he put up his hands placatingly.
“I see yuv some talkin’ to do,” he said, “so I’ll leave you to it.” He looked at Gared and winked. “Pleasure has its price,” he advised as he left.
Leesha whirled on Gared, swinging at him again. He caught her wrist and squeezed hard. “Leesha, stop it!” he demanded.
Leesha ignored the pain in her wrist, slamming her knee hard between his legs. Her thick skirts softened the blow, but it was enough to break his grip and drop him to the ground, clutching his crotch. Leesha kicked him, but Gared was thick with hard muscle, and his hands protected the one place vulnerable to her strength.
“Leesha, what the Core is the matter with you?” Gared gasped, but it was cut off as she kicked him in the mouth. Gared growled, and the next time she lifted her foot, he grabbed it and shoved hard, sending her flying backward. The breath was knocked out of her as she landed on her back, and before she could recover, Gared pounced, catching her arms and pinning her to the ground.
“Have you gone crazy?” he shouted, as she continued to thrash under him. His face was flushed purple, and his eyes were tearing.
“How could you?” Leesha shrieked. “Son of a coreling, how could you be so cruel?”
“Night, Leesha, what are you about?” Gared croaked, leaning more heavily on her.
“How could you?” she asked again. “How could you lie and tell everyone you broke me last night?”
Gared looked genuinely taken aback. “Who told you that?” he demanded, and Leesha dared to hope that the lie was not his.
“Evin told Brianne,” she said.
“I’ll kill that son of the Core,” Ga
red growled, easing his weight back. “He promised to keep his mouth shut.”
“So it’s true?” Leesha shrieked. She brought her knee up hard, and Gared howled and rolled off her. She was up and out of his reach before he recovered enough to grasp at her again.
“Why?” she demanded. “Why would you lie like that?”
“It was just cutter talk,” Gared groaned, “it dint mean anything.”
Leesha had never spat in her life, but she spat at him. “Didn’t mean anything?” she screamed. “You’ve ruined my life for something that didn’t mean anything?”
Gared got up, and Leesha backed off. He held up his hands and kept his distance.
“Your life ent ruined,” he said.
“Brianne knows!” Leesha shouted back. “And Saira and Mairy! The whole village will know by tomorrow!”
“Leesha …” Gared began.
“How many others?” she cut him off.
“What?”
“How many others did you tell, you idiot?” she screamed.
He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked down. “Just the other cutters,” he said.
“Night! All of them?” Leesha ran at him, clawing at his face, but he caught her hands.
“Calm down!” Gared shouted. His hands, like two hams, squeezed, and a jolt of pain ran down her arms, bringing her to her senses.
“You’re hurting me,” she said with all the calm she could muster.
“That’s better,” he said, easing the pressure without letting go. “Doubt it hurts anywhere near as much as a kick in the seedpods.”
“You deserved it,” Leesha said.
“Suppose I did,” Gared said. “Now can we talk civilized?”
“If you let go of me,” she said.
Gared frowned, then let go quickly and skittered out of kicking range.
“Will you tell everyone you lied?” Leesha asked.
Gared shook his head. “Can’t do that, Leesh. I’ll look a fool.”
“Better that I look a whore?” Leesha countered.
“You ent no whore, Leesh, we’s promised. It’s not like yur Brianne.”
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