Never Trust a Dead Man

by Vivian Vande Velde

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  Raedan gave Selwyns shoulders a squeeze. "Youre just what this old village needs," he said wholeheartedly. "Terrible things have happened. "

  "Oh?" Selwyn said. "Anything that I should know about?"

  Raedan hesitated.

  "Even if its bad news" - Selwyn was aware that his voice was going up, down, and around, and he wished hed practiced talking as well as walking - "even if its bad news, somebody has to tell me eventually. "

  Raedan took a deep breath. "It is bad news," he said, "though nothing touching your family directly. Its Farold, the millers nephew . . . Hes dead. "

  Selwyn was peeved that Raedan mentioned Farold first. Still, it was a logical place to start, rather than with the condemned murderer. "The poor dear," he said. "A drinking accident?"

  "No accident at all. He was murdered. "

  "Really?" Selwyn tried to sound shocked. "Who would do such a thing? Was it Linton?"

  Farold gave a very unfinchlike snort.

  "No," Raedan said slowly. "Why would you ask that?"

  "It just seemed to stand to reason. Who was accused?"

  "Selwyn," Raedan answered. "Selwyn Roweson. "

  "No," Selwyn said. "Not that nice boy. "

  "Mind, Im not saying he did it. " Luckily, Raedan was watching Selwyn and didnt see Farold, behind him in the cart, making frantic hushing motions at Selwyn. How did Farold ever expect him to get information about the murder without talking about it? Selwyn returned his attention to Raedan, who was saying, "But, unfortunately, all the circumstances seemed to point to him. "

  "What. . . " - Selwyn remembered his voice and started again more quietly - "what circumstances?"

  "Well, for one thing, there was long-standing rivalry between the two of them over Bowdens daughter, Anora, which ended with Anora agreeing to marry Farold. "

  Selwyn made a dismissive sound. "A bad choice, there. But, anyway, thats nothing definite. Most likely she would have come to her senses eventually and changed her mind. "

  Farold spit on the bottom of the cage.

  "Possibly," Raedan admitted. "But it was Selwyns knife that killed Farold. "

  "Anyone," Selwyn said darkly, "can find someones knife and use it. "

  "Again, possibly," Raedan said so smoothly Selwyn couldnt tell whether he knew about his brothers having found the knife or not "But first Selwyn swore he had never been in the village that night, and then - when he found out there was a witness - he admitted he had. Its hard to believe someone whose story keeps changing. "

  Fool, fool, and fool! Selwyn chided himself for that useless and damning lie. "Maybe he was afraid," he said.

  "Who wouldnt be?" Raedan agreed sympathetically.

  "Who was the witness?" Selwyn asked.

  "Your mother. "

  It took him a moment to realize that Raedan meant Kendras mother, Wilona, and not his own. He couldnt, in any case, start poking at her credibility.

  "I didnt think he did it," Raedan said. "Its not like him. "

  "No," Selwyn agreed breathlessly.

  "But he was executed for it. "

  Selwyn couldnt bring himself to ask how, though surely Kendra would have wondered. Raedan had spoken as though it was past; and Selwyn realized with a sick feeling that there was no reason anyone would believe he could have survived in the burial cave this long. Without Elswyths intervention, he would have been dead by now. In another day or two, once everyone was convinced Selwyn must be dead, they would be releasing his father. And then what? he thought.

  By that time they were almost into Penryth, and one voice then another called, "Ho, Kendra!" People came running out to greet him. He had to force himself to be jovial, for Kendra had no special reason to grieve for Selwyn Roweson, no matter how grim his fate.

  Girls hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, which was a delicious - though frustrating - sensation. He did his best to avoid the men who would do the same. Several times he was pinched or patted on the bottom. It was not that Selwyn had forgotten how well liked Kendra was, it was just that he had not realized how much enthusiasm people would show.

  Then, finally, bringing a crowd with him, he was at the tavern. Orik and Wilona stood in the doorway, both with arms open. Selwyn chose to go to Orik first so that he would have an excuse to break away almost instantly to hug his "mother. "

  "Father," he murmured, giving a little cough and sniff "Mother. " He gave a sniff and cough. "Please ex cuse my cold. " He forced a sneeze.

  Orik was beaming; Wilona was weeping with joy.

  "Come in, everyone," Orik invited. "Help us celebrate. "

  People cheered, apparently willing to go into the tavern - and put up with having to see Selwyns father tied up in the corner - if free drinks were involved.

  Farold squawked loudly, a reminder - in case Selwyn needed one - that he was there, and not to be left out in the street in Raedans cart. He sounded more like a chicken than a finch; but Selwyn gave Kendras brightest smile and brought the cage in with him.

  Inside, Wilona took hold of his arm, apparently reluctant to let go, which Selwyn would have excused as motherly excitement at a daughters return, but Wilona kept dragging on the arm, tugging him in the direction of the back of the tavern, to the familys living quarters.

  Oh no! Selwyn thought. The last thing he wanted was to be alone with the mother of the woman he was disguised as.

  "Orik," Wilona called over the heads of the crowd of well-wishers who were gathering in the room.

  She caught her husbands eye. "One free round," Orik announced to the crowd. Then, "Linton. " He held up a forefinger. "Youre in charge. "

  This was not like him at all, to leave customers in the care of customers.

  Selwyn realized hed been wrong before: The last thing he wanted was to be with both the mother and the father of the woman he was disguised as.

  The three of them made their way from the tavern into the living quarters, and Orik closed the adjoining door behind them, which only cut down a bit on the noise.

  Orik leaned against the door and Wilona folded her arms across her chest and looked at Selwyn.

  Selwyn gulped, knowing for sure that something was wrong.

  Wilona asked, "What happened with the baby?"

  In the cage, Farold made a noise that sounded very much like "Oops. "

  Chapter Sixteen

  "Baby," Selwyn echoed, trying to sound as though he was simply repeating, not questioning - and at the same time trying desperately to think what Orik and Wilona could possibly mean, beyond, of course, the obvious: that Kendra had been sent to the convent at Saint Hildas not solely for the purpose of education, but to hide the fact that she - an unmarried young woman - was with child.

  "The baby," Wilona said, impatience tingeing her voice. "You dont need to be coy with us. We knew about your condition; were the ones who made the arrangements with the nuns. "

  "Of course," Selwyn said, still stalling for time. He glanced into the birdcage he still held, on the chance that Farold might be able to give him some guidance. Farold shrugged his fat little yellow shoulders.

  Selwyn saw that Wilona looked ready to shake him. He licked his lips. Hesitantly he said, "Ahm, the nuns agreed to raise it. "

  "It?" Wilona demanded shrilly. "Are we talking about a puppy here, or your child?"

  Selwyn had to plunge in. The real Kendra had certainly not been showing her pregnancy when she left Penryth in April, which had to mean shed only just recently had her baby - if shed even really had it yet Trusting that she hadnt found a way to inform her parents, he took a guess. "The nuns agreed to raise her," he said, mumbling the last word, so that if Orik and Wilona said, "We thought you sent word youd had a boy," he could tell them that he had, that hed just now said him and they must have misheard.

  But obviously Kendra hadnt sent word. Wilona clasped her hands. "A girl," she cried. "A sweet little baby girl. "

  Selwyn despised himself for playing with this familys
lives this way.

  Orik grumbled, "Just so long as the nuns are willing to keep her on, and your shame doesnt spread to your mother and me and your little brothers. "

  Kendras brothers were five years old, and seven, and eight Selwyn couldnt see how anything Kendra did would reflect on them.

  Apparently Wilona couldnt, either. She gave her husband a poke. "Weve been through all that already," she said. "Now is the time to be happy that its all over, and the child is provided for, and Kendra is back with us. " She gave Selwyn a fierce hug.

  "Well, now that youre back," Orik said, "you can help serve drinks. "

  "Yes, Father," Selwyn said meekly.

  Orik put his hand on the door, but then he turned back. "Oh," he said as though trying to sound matter-of-fact. "Youll be hearing it soon anyway, so youd best hear it from me now. "

  "What, Father?"

  "Young Selwyn Roweson went and killed Farold. "

  He sounded downright joyful, which left Selwyn at a loss for words.

  "Now, now, dear," Wilona said, patting Selwyns hand. "Its all for the best, Im sure. You agreed it was all a mistake with Farold and you never really loved him. "

  Selwyn was getting an awful feeling he might know what they were talking about.

  Orik said, "I look at it as Selwyn doing us a favor. I look at it as one less worm in the world to lead innocent young girls astray. "

  "Farold?" Selwyn said, his voice a whispered croak, never mind trying to sound like a girl. He remembered Farold telling how hed happened upon Alden Thorneson the night of the fire in the smithy. "I was coming home late from the tavern," Farold had said. Everything fell into place. He didnt dare lift up the birdcage. One look at Farolds face - any of Farolds faces - would be enough to make him lose control, he knew. He would have to open the cage and wring that little goldfinch neck.

  "Could I. . . ," Selwyn started. "Would you mind . . . That is. . . "

  "I think poor Kendra needs a moment to herself," Wilona told Orik. "It has to be a shock, no matter what. "

  "I suppose," Orik agreed grumpily. "But not too long. Ill need you out there once the crowd starts buying. "

  "Yes, Father," Selwyn managed to say.

  As soon as the door shut behind Kendras parents, Selwyn lifted the cage to eye level.

  Farold was shaking his head. If Selwyn believed bats disguised as goldfinches could go pale, hed say Farold paled.

  "You," Selwyn said.

  "No," Farold said.

  "How could you let me disguise myself - "

  "No," Farold repeated.

  " - as a girl?"

  "Selwyn, listen to me. "

  "You suggested, and all the while you knew - "

  "I didnt know. "

  "You should have known - "

  "I couldnt have known. " Farold was jumping up and down in the cage. Luckily the crowd in the tavern beyond the door was noisy, because the two of them had gotten louder and louder, and now Farold shouted, "Selwyn, you dumb twit, would you listen to me?"

  "Ive listened to you enough. "

  "It wasnt me. "

  Selwyn shook the cage.

  "It wasnt me," Farold screamed. "I didnt know she was sent away to have a baby, because it isnt my baby. "

  "It sounds to me," Selwyn shouted back at him, shaking the cage even harder, "as though Kendra told her parents it was. She should know. "

  "So should I," Farold said. He said it so quietly but decisively that Selwyn stopped shaking the cage. "It wasnt me," Farold said yet again.

  Selwyn thought about this, "Are you certain?" he asked.

  "Absolutely. Selwyn, I swear to you, Im innocent. "

  Under the circumstances, how could Selwyn possibly refuse to believe that? He sighed and tried to fit the situation to a different explanation. "I suppose," he said, "Kendra could have lied to her parents to protect the real father of her child. "

  "Protect," Farold echoed hollowly.

  "Orik told her" - Selwyn began, then corrected - "told me . . . that I. . . " - he got flustered again - "that Selwyn killed him . . . I mean you. "

  Farold said, "Maybe he was afraid, or just didnt want to admit to his daughter that he was the one who killed me. "

  "Or it could be," Selwyn said, "simply that he is relieved that someone else did it and saved him the trouble: He isnt necessarily the one. "

  Farolds feathers drooped, and Selwyn wished he could take back those words.

  "Maybe we better go back into the tavern and start talking with people," Selwyn suggested. "See what we can find out. "

  "Sure, why not?" Farold said dejectedly. "See who else wanted me dead. "

  Chapter Seventeen

  It didnt take long for Selwyn to decide he wasnt cut out for the life of a tavern girl. If one more man looked down his dress or touched his bottom, he was going to have to start knocking heads.

  His father was still tied in the chair in the corner of the tavern, though the room was so crowded Selwyn knew there would be no chance to talk without being overheard. Even so, he filled a cup with ale and brought it to him.

  His father looked at him stonily. His hands, of course, were tied behind his back.

  "If you would like," Selwyn said in his best attempt at a girls voice, not daring to give any kind of signal to his father with so many others around, "I could hold the cup for you while you drink. "

  His father shook his head.

  Selwyn said earnestly, "I would like to talk to you about Selwyn. " It was the closest he could come to saying anything of substance now, even knowing that his father - as everyone else - would take it as Kendra offering a dead mans father her condolences.

  His father closed his eyes and said nothing.