Never Trust a Dead Man

by Vivian Vande Velde

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  "No wonder he left town," Elswyth said. "To get away from making payments to you. "

  Selwyn didnt find this nearly as funny as Elswyth did. "You knew he started that fire, and you didnt tell anyone?"

  "What good would it have done?" Farold said. "By then the smithy was already destroyed. It wasnt as though I could have prevented it. "

  "But you knew it wasnt the act of God everyone supposed it was," Selwyn said.

  Farold shrugged. "I loaned Holt the money to get started again. "

  Elswyth said, "No doubt from the money this Alden Thorneson paid you. "

  "Yes," Farold said, as though he didnt find anything wrong with this.

  A new thought came to Selwyn. "And what of Thorne, did he know?"

  "About the fire or about the money?" Farold asked, sulky because of Selwyns accusing tone.

  "Both," Selwyn said.

  "Yes," Farold admitted.

  "So Thorne could have wanted you dead - to protect his familys reputation, to prevent you from asking for more money. "

  "No," Farold said. He thought about it "Well, maybe. "

  "Another suspect," Elswyth said. "Im so pleased for you. "

  Selwyn knew better than to take her at her word. "Well," he said, "all things considered, I dont think I want to be disguised as Alden. But who else is there? Nobody else has left Penryth in the last ten years. "

  Farold thought for a moment "Thats not true," he said. "Kendra left. "

  "Shes a girl," Selwyn objected.

  "Shes Oriks daughter," Farold said.

  Selwyn couldnt see the point of that comment "Which would make her a girl," he pointed out.

  "Which would make her a tavern girl," Farold said. "People are always telling their problems to tavern keepers and tavern girls. What better person to be, if you want people to open up and tell you things?"

  "Shes a girl," Selwyn repeated, getting louder.

  "You said that already," Farold told him. "Shes a girl people like to talk to. "

  "Thats why her mother sent her to the convent at Saint Hildas," Selwyn said, "so the nuns would teach her not to listen to everything people said to her. "

  Farold shrugged. "Just think about it," he advised. "Alden Thorneson comes swaggering back into town from being a robber baron or pirate king or whatever other life hes made for himself, and Kendra comes back to work at her fathers tavern. And they both ask, So, whats new? Who are you going to talk to?"

  Selwyn squirmed, knowing Farold was right. "What if Kendra comes back while Im impersonating her?"

  "Her parents sent her to be educated by the nuns," Farold said. "You think they could educate her in six months? Shes no more likely to come back than Alden is. "

  Elswyth said, "It can be done, in case you were wondering. With the right instructions, I could make you look like a girl. "

  "I dont know. . . ," Selwyn said.

  Farold and Elswyth both sighed.

  "Well, then, who?" Elswyth demanded.

  There was no one else. Which Elswyth could no doubt see from his face. She grinned wickedly. "Last chance to pee standing up," she warned.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Elswyth made Selwyn climb back over the wall into the garden to fetch one of the clay pots hed accidentally dumped when he tipped the wheelbarrow. He was certain that the witch of Woldham would be watching and would once more send her broom after him, but the night was silent and he even successfully hoisted the bucket up from her well to fill the pot.

  "The pot isnt dark enough to reflect," Selwyn said once hed brought it back to Elswyth.

  "I can magically enhance it," Elswyth answered.

  "Well then, why didnt you just magically provide the water?" Selwyn asked. "And the pot, too, for that matter?"

  She smacked him on the back of the head and didnt bother to tell him why.

  She got a small fire going, and something brewing on it. "Tell me about this Kendra," she said then. "What does she look like?"

  "Shes very pretty," Farold said.

  "How did I guess youd say that?" Elswyth muttered. "Try to be more specific. How old is she and how tall? What color hair and eyes? Is she fat or thin?"

  "Shes a bit older than Farold and me - ," Selwyn started.

  "Shes eighteen years old," Farold interrupted.

  "Light brown hair," Selwyn said.

  "Dark blond," Farold corrected.

  "Curly but not too curly," Selwyn continued.

  "Down to about here. " Farold fluttered halfway between Elswyths shoulder and her elbow.

  The image of Selwyns reflection shifted as Elswyth dipped her hands into the smoke that rose from her simmering pot. Selwyn tried to concentrate only on the image and not on his own changing form. His body tingled and pulled and contracted. It had been much less disconcerting last time, to have the changes wrought while he was under the water of the stream, and to just step out and find the deed done. For the first time he realized that Elswyth had done him a kindness then - his near-drowning notwithstanding.

  What am I doing? he asked himself as his features shifted, sure that this was his biggest mistake so far.

  Farold was either very observant or quite good at making up details. For the most part, Selwyn let him have his way when he insisted on the exact texture of Kendras hair and how she parted it just slightly to the left of middle and that she had a slight - though becoming - bump on her nose and that her fingers were long and slender. But finally Selwyn put his foot down. He put it down when Farold said, "And shes got bigger. . . ," and held his wings out in front of his chest.

  "Now see here," Selwyn said as Elswyth made the correction. "Put those back to the size they were before. "

  She made his bosom smaller.

  "He needs more," Farold assured her.

  "No, I dont" Selwyn folded his arms in front of himself, partly for protection, partly to hold himself in. "Maybe smaller, even. "

  Farold snorted. "Bigger," he insisted.

  "Smaller," Selwyn countered.

  Elswyth sighed. "This is taking forever. Last change or I charge you an additional six months. Look over at the reflection, not down at yourself. Now, bigger or smaller?"

  "People will notice," Farold warned. "Theyll wonder, What did those nuns at Saint Hildas do to Kendra?"

  Selwyn looked at his reflection in the water of the clay pot Somewhere along the way Elswyth had changed his pilgrims robes to a dress, and now he tried to pull the bodice up higher to cover more. He closed his eyes and pictured Kendra the last time he had seen her, which had been early spring. Selwyn remembered her sitting in the back of Oriks wagon, wearing a light spring dress, blowing kisses at the young men gathered to see her off to the convent of Saint Hildas. There had been a lot of young men, for Kendra was very well liked. He squinted through his eyelashes at the reflection and tried to think of the image as Kendra, not himself. Reluctantly, he muttered, "Slightly bigger," and closed his eyes again quickly before Elswyth could do it.

  "There," she said. "And heres some free advice: Try not to trip over your skirt, and try to remember not to walk like youre stepping over the furrows in your fathers field. "

  "All right," Selwyn muttered.

  "Hey!" Farold said. "He still has his own voice. "

  "Thats because I disguised him," Elswyth explained testily. "I didnt change his inner essence. "

  "And please dont," Selwyn said. It was bad enough to look like a girl.

  Elswyth said, "If I did, it would cost you another three years. "

  "Im sure I can manage," Selwyn said.

  "Oh, Im sure you can, too," Elswyth agreed, but she was laughing.

  "What about me?" Farold said. "Arent you worried about people in the village recognizing me as the pilgrims French killer bat?"

  Selwyn was tempted to tell him not to come back to the village - that he was more trouble than he was worth. But he remembered how Farold had been the one to tell him about Merton
and the knife, and about how Thorne had known Farold was blackmailing his son. That was two more people who might have killed Farold whom Selwyn would never have known to suspect Farold might come up with more important information. And he was right: People would be surprised enough to have Kendra turn up - suddenly and without notice. She definitely shouldnt have a bat as a companion.

  "Six months to turn him into a dog?" Selwyn asked Elswyth.

  She held her hands apart to show a size not quite the width of a hand. "A tiny dog. "

  Selwyn scratched behind his ear, a habit he had when thinking, and was momentarily disconcerted by all the hair he found on his head. A dog that tiny was sure to get stepped on. And it might be convenient to have Farold know how to fly. "Maybe a little songbird?" he suggested. "In a cage? Thats something Kendra might bring home as a remembrance from the nuns. "

  "Cage?" Farold squawked.

  "For your own safety," Selwyn assured him.

  "Six months," Elswyth said. "Gather some sticks for me to make the cage. "

  Chapter Fifteen

  After a nights rest in the woods, Selwyn and Farold once again parted company with Elswyth and set off for Penryth: Selwyn - a young man disguised as a young woman - who had to concentrate on every step so as not to trip over his long skirt; and Farold - a dead man in the body of a bat disguised as a goldfinch - who was working very hard to get a goldfinchs song out from between what were in reality bat lips.

  "Less whistle," Selwyn advised, "more twitter. "

  "Drop dead," Farold grumbled, without a trace of birdsong in his voice. He clung to the side of the cage, ignoring the hanging swing Elswyth had made, which she had insisted a bird would love. He added, "Youre making me seasick, swinging this cage back and forth, and back and forth" - Selwyn stepped on the edge of his skirt and stumbled and Farold continued - "and up and down - "

  "And over the hedge and down the hill," Selwyn threatened.

  "At this point, it would only be a kindness," Farold moaned.

  "Shhh," Selwyn said.

  "Pardon me for not suffering quietly enough to suit you," Farold said.

  "Shhh," Selwyn repeated more urgently. "Someones coming. "

  From the direction they were heading came the rumbling of cart wheels. Selwyn looked up from his feet and the dirt road, taking note of his surroundings for the first time in a long while: He was closer to the village than he had realized. This would be the fields of Raedan and his brother Merton that he was passing.

  His first inclination was to dive into the bushes that lined the road, to postpone meeting anyone, though the whole purpose of being disguised and returning to Penryth was to be among people. Besides, what if whoever was coming had heard him talking? And that was a double-edged question, for what if whoever was coming had recognized his voice, or Farolds?

  There was hardly time to begin to think of all the possibilities of what could go wrong, no time at all to worry or to decide what he should do. Raedan came walking around the curve of the road, pulling behind him the two-wheeled cart with which he would have brought produce to market, now piled high with wool his mother and sisters would spend the winter spinning and weaving.

  Seeing Selwyn, Raedan stopped so suddenly, the cart bumped him from behind.

  Hell never believe for a moment, Selwyn thought. What had he gotten himself into?

  "Kendra!" Raedan exclaimed in delight. Dropping the handles of the cart, he ran forward and - before Selwyn could stop him - had swept Selwyn up. Whether Selwyn still weighed what he would as a man, or whether he was made ungainly because he was unused to people picking him up and swinging him around, he and Raedan and the skirt and the birdcage all got entangled and they came close to ending up in a heap on the road.

  Raedan was too elated to notice - or at least to comment. "Kendra, its wonderful to see you again!"

  Selwyn locked his elbows to keep Raedan from pulling him in any closer, putting Farolds cage, as well as Raedan, at arms length. Raedan was his closest friend, but he wasnt that close.

  Farold clung to the bars of his swaying cage, wearing the expression of a storm-tossed sailor.

  Selwyn cleared his throat twice, hesitating, but he had to speak eventually. In a husky whisper, he said, "Im happy to see you, too, Raedan. " To excuse the voice, and to forestall any inclination Raedan might have for any warmer welcome, he quickly added, "Pardon my slight indisposition. " He gave a loud sniff. "Ive had a cold for days. "

  "Youre still the most beautiful girl in Penryth," Raedan said.

  Do I look that lovesick and silly when Im talking to Anora? Selwyn wondered. Do I tell her such foolish-sounding things? "Thank you," he murmured, ducking his head and hiding his face modestly with the edge of the shawl Elswyth had made for him from two of her squares of wool. He didnt point out that Anora was more beautiful. "Youre so kind. How are my parents?"

  "Fine," Raedan said. "Theyll be overjoyed to see you. "

  "I hope so. " Selwyns voice broke into a shaky falsetto. He held the shawl up over his mouth and coughed delicately. "I can hardly wait to see them. " He started moving in the direction of the village, which he thought meant an end to the conversation, but Raedan, whod been returning from there and was little more than a stones throw from home, picked up the handles of the cart, pivoted it around, and began walking by Selwyns side.

  "Here, let me," Raedan said, taking the birdcage from Selwyns grasp. "A special treat for your homecoming supper?"

  "A remembrance from the nuns of Saint Hildas," Selwyn explained, enjoying Farolds panicked peeps and feather rustlings. Raedan balanced the cage - precariously, Selwyn thought - on the mound of wool. He hoped Farold wouldnt forget himself and start making fun, or complaining, or vomiting from the motion. Did finches wrap their wings around their stomachs when they felt ill?