I stood in the sheltering shadow of my barn and watched the raiders poke around the empty cottage. I had stopped here deliberately, though the route Koret had assigned me actually passed a mile or so below this.
It had been several months since it had been safe to live here—not since we got back from the Hob, as a matter of fact. I’d come back and found traces of the raiders all over. So I lived in a camp just outside of town.
It wasn’t the visions that kept me from moving into town. I no longer had to worry about going into visionary fits every time someone asked me a question, not since the trip to Auberg. The visions weren’t gone, but the force of them had eased, much as the earth tremors that followed the big one had subsided.
I thought the cause of both was the gradual decreasing of magic to the level it must have been at before the bloodmages locked it away. The magic, it seemed to me, was like the steam trapped under the lid of a pot of boiling water. When the lid was removed, steam billowed out, then subsided to a steady mist.
What kept me out of town was the looks I received whenever I walked down the street. Melly, Wandel, and Kith were the only ones who treated me as they always had. Crusty old Cantier treated me like a long-lost daughter while his wife hung protective charms around her neck and glared when he wasn’t looking. Merewich and Koret wanted me to find out what the raiders were doing, but I couldn’t see the bandit’s camp, no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t know why that was. Kith suggested they might have a bloodmage’s spell blocking my sight.
Some people just avoided me, sending nervous glances my way when they thought I might not be looking. It was the others I minded most: the ones who crossed the street to get away, then watched me with fear or hatred. People like Poul, my brother by marriage, and Albrin, Kith’s father.
I’d thought it was getting worse lately, but I hadn’t thought it would go so far as murder. Deliberately, I turned my attention to my former home.
The croft was already showing the lack of care. The first earthquake had pulled a shutter loose from a window; it had fallen to the ground since the last time I’d been here a few weeks ago. The garden fence had developed a decided lean, and I could smell the polecat who’d taken possession of the barn. The farm had kept me sane after my family had died; it hurt to reward it with such neglect. The raiders’ presence tonight was a further indignity.
In the months since I’d come back from Auberg, I’d gathered quite a bit of experience watching raiders from the shadows, but it wasn’t the same as seeing them here, in my home. I leaned into the roughness of the barn wood. Having something solid against my back helped me stay still. Daisy the cow no longer smelled bad—something had come up here a couple of weeks ago and eaten most of her.
The group of raiders I’d come upon was small—only three that I could see—though I suspected there was another one hidden near the thicket just east of the house. Something had frightened a sleeping bird out of the gorse bush anyway. If I’d seen them before they were so close, I would have avoided them. But they’d come just as I was leaving. There was no sense risking their seeing me by moving about, so I settled down to wait.
There weren’t enough men to make a real raiding party—this bunch was probably out scavenging. Since they were doing it at night, they were probably scrounging without permission. Two of the men entered the cottage with a torch, leaving the third on guard just outside the door. I don’t know what the one by the gorse bush was doing.
The men were on foot, so their camp might not be too far away—something that would interest Koret. Although we’d found the remains of a number of overnight camping places, no one had been able to pinpoint their main camp. If they had a camp outside the range of our usual patrols, it would explain why we hadn’t been able to find them. Kith felt their camp would be some distance from where they attacked, so we’d concentrated our searches in the western slopes. Maybe they weren’t as smart as Kith thought they were.
As I sat musing over possible nearby camping sights, I noticed movement in the darkness. It wasn’t in the gorse bush, but I thought it might be the same man. I resisted the urge to move to a better location, knowing any movement might give my position away as easily as it had let me see the fourth raider.
A shadow moved near the cottage, and the man on guard disappeared into it without a sound. I stiffened at my post. Whoever it was had moved with amazing swiftness.
One of the men in the cottage cried out, and then the peace of the night dissolved in wild cries and…the sounds of an animal feeding.
It wasn’t any of their fellow raiders attacking them, not unless they’d taken to cannibalism. I thought of the thing that had attacked me on the Hob. I’d told Merewich about it, and Koret as well, but no one had seen anything out of the ordinary since.
Well, maybe they’d take out the raiders and leave us alone. My caution increased by the ache that still troubled my arm, I concentrated on being very quiet and stayed in my place until long after the sounds had died away, leaving only crickets and frogs in their wake. Dawn crept out slowly, and in the early morning light, I walked to the cottage and surveyed the area.
The ground, dark with blood, was torn up in front of the door. A few paces away a sword lay in its sheath. Inside the house there was little more: enough blood to prove both men had died, their weapons, and a well-chewed shoe. I wondered if it had tasted bad.
I started up the trail to the upper field, passing a dark stain where the fourth man had stood lookout. As I came to a switch in the trail, I heard a man cough. Quietly, heart pounding, I darted under the boughs of an evergreen, realizing only after I was there that it was the same tree I’d hidden in the day Daryn died.
I crouched motionless in Caulem’s trousers and tunic, staring at a hole that was developing in the trousers’ knee. It seemed to take a lifetime for the two raiders to move past my hiding place. As soon as they were gone, I dusted off my hands and set off parallel to the trail at a steady trot.
When I reached the field where Daryn and Father had been killed, I slowed to a walk. I hadn’t actually seen it since that day. The plow was gone, but even without it I could tell where they had been cut down. The dirt hadn’t been harrowed behind them, and short tufts of wild grass grew awkwardly around the big clumps of dirt.
There was a bench at the far end of the field, a short, sharp rise with a flat area beyond it. It caught my attention because we’d cut a stand of trees there to build the cottage, and the bare area we’d left seemed to be full of trees again.
I walked on, careful to blend in with the woods. After I’d walked to the cornerstone that marked the end of cultivated land, I looked across the field at the bench. From my new vantage point I could see that what had appeared to be trees were tents painted to match the colors of the forest. I’d found the raiders’ camp.
I headed back to the village as fast as I could, wishing I were as conditioned as some of the boys (and all of the Beresforders, hillfolk that they were), who could run miles without stopping. The harsh months had toughened me, as they had everyone, but I still could only run a league before stopping.
The path I took brought me behind my parents’ house, but I’d been by it so often on patrol that I could pass it with no more than a nod of respect for any unquiet spirit lingering nearby.
I needed to get to the village with my information. There was a bare chance that we could take their camp by surprise and bring the battle to them for once.
Because of the long time I’d spent waiting for dawn to come, I missed my rendezvous with the patroller scheduled to make the next tour of this part of the valley. Since daylight patrols were always on horseback, I’d hoped he might have waited for me, so I could use his horse to get back to the village sooner with my news.
Mindful of Touched Banar’s death, I cut through the pastureland, coming into the village by the back way. I had to climb over the shoulder-high wall that gave Fallbrook what little protection it could. Koret’s house was not far from the wall
, so it was only a moment before I knocked lightly at the door.
Narania, Koret’s wife, opened the door looking upset, but when she saw me, she smiled. “Ah, child, you’re late in. I’m glad to see you’re still in one piece.”
I returned her smile, and wiped the sweat from my eyes. “Me, too. Is Koret here? I have some information for him—I found the raiders’ camp.”
“He was called to a meeting of the elders just a short time ago. For news like that I would think that they’d all be glad to hear from you. Why don’t you go to the inn and find him?”
I hesitated. Koret’s warning still rang in my ears. I had no desire to head through town in broad daylight. But the raiders’ camp was important, and I should tell someone about the creature that had fed at my home. “I suppose I’d better.”
I SLIPPED IN THROUGH THE BACK OF THE INN. MELLY was slicing pork for stew, but she took time to give me a friendly nod. There was no crowd here today. When I walked into the room where the elders were, there were few people there who were not on the council.
Whatever it was that sparked this meeting, it must have been bad, from the looks on their faces. Merewich had the acorn, but he stopped speaking when I stepped through the door to stand before the council in the traditional place for a request to address the group.
“Aren,” he said, as if women interrupted his meetings every day. Most of the rest of the council looked as if they were too disturbed to object—not a good sign. “Is this important?”
I nodded.
“Speak.”
“I found the raiders’ camp. It’s on the hill overlooking my father’s field above my cottage.”
Merewich ran a hand over his face, then turned to Koret. “Do we have the manpower to take it now?”
Koret thought a moment, then shook his head. “No. They’ll have it moved soon enough anyway. The manor is much more defensible.” The weariness on his face went all the way to the bone.
“What happened?” I asked. Their reaction wasn’t what I expected for the first chance we’d had to strike back at the bandits. Alarm and fatigue combined to let me speak out of turn. When I had left last night, there would have been plenty of fighters to launch some sort of attack.
“The raiders took the Fell bridge last night,” replied Merewich without chiding me. He looked a decade older than he had this spring. “And the manor house as well. As far as we can tell, Albrin and his men were all killed outright. We wouldn’t know that much, but one of the manor serfs escaped.”
He nodded toward the corner of the room, and I saw a boy of about fourteen, thin and ragged, who was curled in a tight knot against the wall. His eyes were open, shifting from one side to the other. The tautness of his stillness reminded me of last night, when I, too, had sat very still so no one would notice me.
“Has someone told Kith?” I asked. Albrin, I thought, not Albrin.
“I did,” said Merewich. “It’s hard to tell how he took it.”
I nodded and fought tears. If this last spring had taught me anything, it was that I could do nothing about past events. But I can make the present worse, I thought sourly. Well, best to get it over with at once. “Koret, for your count—four of the raiders died last night on my rounds.”
“Did you…,” began Merewich. He stopped when I shook my head.
“No, it wasn’t me. Kith’s the only one who can take them out in multiples. I came upon a group of raiders unexpectedly. There were only the four of them, so I took cover instead of sounding the alarm. It was dark, but I heard something attack and eat them.” A few of the elders blanched at my bald telling. “I’m not sure what it was. When it was quiet, I came out and looked the area over. I’m not much of a tracker, next to useless in the dark. If you want to send Kith or Red Toam out to my cottage to read the dirt, they might be able to tell you more. If I were to guess, I’d say it was something—something like that thing that attacked me on the Hob.”
They didn’t like that, but neither did I. We’d all been hoping it had been the only one. No one else had seen anything like it since then.
“Strange how she’s the only one who sees them,” muttered someone behind me.
Koret ignored the remark. “Is that all?”
I nodded, and turned to leave. As I did, I saw the serf from the manor leaning wearily against the wall. “Let me take the boy out. He looks as if he’s ready to collapse. I’ll eat my boots if Melly won’t take him. She can always use more help around here.”
I didn’t say Melly was a motherly soul who would take him under her wing, but everyone in the room except the boy knew it. Merewich gave me an approving smile, and I took that as permission.
When I extended my hand to help him to his feet, the boy eyed it warily and slid up against the wall until he stood on his own.
DESPITE IT ALL, I STEPPED OUT OF THE INN WITH A smile. Melly could be overwhelming to people who were not used to her, and occasionally to those of us who were. I cherished the look on the poor boy’s face as she’d herded him to the bathing room with the determination of a sheepdog at shearing time.
The bright light of day assaulted my eyes after the dim interior of the inn, so I didn’t see Poul until I bumped into him. Because of my momentary blindness, I couldn’t tell if he stepped in front of me deliberately, or if it was an accident. But if he’d still been avoiding me, he wouldn’t have been close enough to bump.
“Witch,” he spat, stepping back from me as if my touch could contaminate him.
He had changed even more than I had over the past few months. New gray streaks ran through his beard, which had grown straggly. His hair was uncombed and his clothes ragged. They hung on him because of the weight he’d lost—but everyone had lost some weight.
“Yes,” I agreed mildly, trying to step past him. I liked Poul. I didn’t want this ugliness, especially not now, while I was so worried about Albrin.
There were several people gathering near the corner of the inn. It seemed to me that they were just curious—though I hadn’t been keeping careful track of who belonged to the radical faction. I almost didn’t care. I just wanted to find someplace quiet where I could deal with Albrin’s death—for I knew that if Albrin wasn’t dead, he soon would be.
“Why don’t you just use your magic to destroy them instead of us, witch? Or are you helping them? There are evil spirits haunting the old cemetery now—but I don’t suppose I need to tell you that.” He looked unhealthy under his tan. “If you can see so much, why didn’t you see the raiders’ attack?”
I remembered the light in my sister Ani’s eyes when she looked at her husband, and pushed aside my grief for a moment. Instead of the embittered, angry man in front of me, I saw the tenderness in his face when he held Ani after Kith brought home our brother’s body. I saw…
…my father’s slow nod of thanks to Kith as he took Quilliar’s limp corpse and helped lay it on the couch. Ani buried her face against Poul’s shoulder and sobbed silently.
“His neck is snapped. Must have been a bad fall,” Father said, not looking at Kith.
“He’s been dead for three days,” said Kith, wearing the uniform of Moresh’s own guard, as he had for two years. He shifted awkwardly away from the family, setting himself apart.
“…evil,” spat Poul. I looked at him and saw only the mountain that rose behind him, the morning light highlighting the high ridges, the west-facing slope in shadows.
“The hob,” I said numbly.
Poul looked taken aback. “The Hob? What does the mountain have to do with anything?”
I shook my head. The realization of what I could do began to make my heart pound. “No, not the mountain.”
Briefly I saw again the face I’d seen only in visions. I pushed Poul aside and sprinted to the inn’s stable, where I’d been keeping Duck when I wasn’t using him for patrolling.
I grabbed his bridle, which I’d had mended, and slipped it on without bothering to take Duck out of his stall. He accepted the bit with his usual phl
egmatic good humor, watching with interest as I scrambled to find a saddle big enough to fit him. The stable boy had been drafted to patrol, so the people who kept their horses here (Wandel and I) had to tend them themselves.
Not knowing how long it would take me to find the hob, I couldn’t ride him bareback, as I usually did. Climbing mountains without a saddle would be miserable after a while. I cursed the time it took me to locate the one I’d used on the trip to Auberg. As I picked it up, the crossbow swung from its usual perch on my back, caught by a swaying stirrup. I was so used to wearing it now, I hardly noticed it, large as it was. But mindful of the task I’d chosen for myself, I set it in the saddle’s place. Weapons wouldn’t further my cause. If I ran into anything unfriendly, I had Duck and my knife.
By the time I mounted and set out of the barn, the elders’ meeting had broken up and any number of people saw me leave. Duck caught my excitement and arched his neck, blowing like an eager stallion faced with a mare. I had to hold him back to a trot as I wove in and out among the people, ignoring their questions.
No one had said anything about raiders at the town bridge, so I assumed they would be concentrated at the eastern end of the valley for a while. I couldn’t explain the urgency I felt, even to myself. It was a desperate conviction that I’d happened onto the only thing that could keep the tide of fate from turning against Fallbrook.
Duck’s hooves clattered on the cobbles of the bridge as I settled him into a slow, easy trot he could maintain for a long time. Like everyone else, Duck had been honed by the necessity to survive this spring, but unlike many of our horses, he seemed to thrive on it.
The fields were barren of villager or raider, and even the songbirds seemed to have deserted the area. When I looked back from a higher place on the road, I could see a scavenger bird circling just beyond the manor house. Grimly, I turned Duck off the road and onto the narrow track Kith had taken me on this spring. The ground was rougher than the road had been, but Duck’s steady trot didn’t falter.
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