The man"s face grew serious. "Ah didna hear the* Bell*"
"Relax, Levris, it wasn"t fatal," Dirk a.s.sured him. "A pair of broken legs, or so I"m told. Talia, this is Levris, he"s the Quartermaster of the Guard, and as such, those of us on circuit see a lot of him."
The wizened man stood, took her hand like a courtier, and bowed gracefully over it. " *Tis a pleasure," he said gravely, while Talia blushed. "An" a privilege. Ye be Queen"s Own, I"m thinkin**"
"Absolutely right," Kris said, corners of his mouth twitching. "She"s my internee."
"Oh, so?" Levris let go of Talia"s hand, rested both hands on his hips, and gave him a stern look. "Ye"ll not be tryin* any of yer seducin" tricks on her, m*lad, or if Ah come t" hear of it ..."
Now it was Kris" turn to blush, and Dirk"s to hide a grin.
Talia decided to come to his rescue. "Herald Kyril surely wouldn"t have a.s.signed us together if he thought there was any harm in the pairing," she pointed out. "And this is duty, not a pleasure-jaunt."
"Well, an* that"s true," he admitted reluctantly, seating himself again. "So*what Sector?"
"North Border, Sorrows Two," Kris told him, "And since we won"t be meeting the outgoing Herald, we"ll need the whole kit."
"By t*morrow, Ah s"ppose? And ye"ll be wantin* the special rations. Ye might give a man some warnin", next time!" he grumbled, but there was a twinkle in his eye.
"Sure, Levris. We"ll make certain to schedule our broken legs from now on*and make certain it"s convenient for you."
"See that ye do, then," he chuckled; then pulled out a half-dozen forms, and had Kris and Talia sign them all. That done, he shooed them out the way they had come.
"That"s all there is to it," Kris said as they returned to the Collegium side. "He"ll have everything we"ll need ready for us in the morning."
"Provided Herald Sluggard can be persuaded to rise that early," Dirk grinned.
"Now that you"ve checked over your harness, all you need to do is pack your personal things," Kris continued, ignoring him. "Keep in mind that where we"re going it gets cold sooner than here, stays that way for longer, and the cold is more intense. The leaves are already falling up there, though they"ve just started to turn here. We"ll plan on staying mostly in Waystations near the villages; we won"t want to get too far from other people if we can help it."
"Nevertheless," Dirk warned both of them, "You"d better also plan on having to spend several nights alone in the wilderness. I lived in that area; you didn"t. The villages are far apart, and winter storms can spring up out of nowhere. You may get caught without a Waystation near, so pack the emergency supplies; if you don"t use them, there"s no harm done, but if you need them, you"ll be glad you have them. Plan for the worst possible snow you"ve ever seen*then overplan."
"Yes, O graybeard," Kris made a face at him. "Holy Stars, Dirk, I visited with your family up there often enough! The way you"re fussing, you"d think both of us were green as gra.s.s and totally untrained! Talia"s no highborn fragile flower, she"s a Borderer, too, even if she"s from farther south than you."
"Well, better I should remind you needlessly ..."
"Stow it and rope it down, granther! We"ll be fine! Anyone would think you were my keeper, not my partner." Now Kris cast a sly, sidelong glance at Talia, who was feeling distinctly uncomfortable. "Or is it someone else you"re worrying about?"
From the surprise on Kris" face, even he hadn"t expected the blush that reddened Dirk"s ears.
"Look," Dirk said hastily, "I just don"t want you two to get into any trouble. You owe me for too many lost bets, and I"d rather not have to try to collect from your lord father! Is there anything else you"d like advice for, Talia?"
"N-no," she stammered. "I don"t think so, anyway. I thank you both. I"d better get back to my quarters and pack."
"Don"t forget*take nothing but Whites!" Dirk called after her. "You"re on duty every minute in the field. And nothing fancy! It"ll only get ruined."
He needn"t have said that, about "nothing fancy," she thought a little resentfully. After all, I"m not some silly townbred chit. And then she wondered for a fleeting instant why his good opinion of her should seem so important.
Dismissing the thought from her mind, she ran back up the tower stairs and ransacked her wardrobe, laying everything white she could find on the bed. That way she wouldn"t overlook a tunic or other article that she might find herself in need of out in the field.
She packed nothing but the doeskin, with the summer and winter changes both*but she packed every st.i.tch of those she had.
Though from the way Dirk talks, she thought wryly, you"d think it never got warm up there.
She added a repair kit for leather and one for harness, and then for good measure added a sealed pot of glue, just in case. There"d been times enough back on the Holding when she was on sheep-watch that she"d needed a pot of glue, and not had one to hand. She packed her sewing kit, and a brick of hard, concentrated soap*the special kind that you needed for use on Whites to keep them pristine*just in case it ever became necessary to do her own repairs and cleaning of her clothing. Certainly the village laundrypeople normally tended those jobs, but you never knew. She added a small metal traveling lamp, and extra wicks, because she"d never seen a lamp in the Waystations, and if they stayed more than one night, lamplight was easier on the eyes than firelight. Then her personal gear, her weapons, a precious book or two, some writing supplies. Her bedroll was next, and all the extra blankets she could find; with them, two extra towels besides the others she carried, and a pair of thick sheepskin slippers. Rolan"s gear was all with his tack, but just the same she packed a vial of ferris-oil. He liked it; it was good for his hooves and coat and kept the insects away.
Even when she"d packed everything as compactly as she could, it still bulked distressingly large. She stared at the clumsy packs in near-despair, trying to think of something she dared leave behind. Kris would surely think she was an idiot for wanting to bring all this stuff!
"Good packing job," Keren said from the open door behind her, "I intended to come up here and help you cut down on the flotsam, but it looks like I"m not needed."
"Is that meant ironically or seriously?* Talia asked, turning to greet the more experienced Herald with relief.
"Oh, seriously. My counselor made me repack three times for my interning trip, and I never did get my packs down that small*I kept thinking of things I was sure I"d miss. Know what? I ended up sending most of them back here."
"But how is Rolan ever going to carry all this, the supply pack and me, too?"
"Easy, he won"t have to. You"ll each have a packbeast, probably a mule. Well, maybe not; you"re going north, they may give you chirras. Didn"t anybody tell you that? You"re riding circuit, not carrying messages, so you don"t need speed. You can easily hold your speed down to match your packbeasts" without sacrificing anything."
Talia heaved a sigh of relief. "n.o.body told me. Kris either a.s.sumed that I knew, or left it out deliberately to keep me from overpacking."
"Well don"t go crazy now that you know," Keren warned.
"I won"t. In fact, other than begging a couple more blankets and a pillow from Supply, packing all three pairs of my boots, and adding a bit more in the way of towels and soap and the like, there"s only one thing more I want to add." Talia tucked her third pair of boots into a pack, tied it shut, and turned to the hearthcorner. There, where she"d left her last night still in her carrying case, was My Lady. She opened the case, detuned the strings for safety in traveling, and added her to the pile.
"Good notion," Keren said. "You may be snow-bound at any time, and that"ll keep you from tearing out each other"s throats from boredom. Not only that, folks up there seldom see a Bard except in summer. You"ll be like gifts from the G.o.ds."
"Keren*I*ll*" Talia suddenly had a lump in her throat. Now it came home to her; she was leaving, leaving the only place that had ever felt like home, and the only friends she"d ever had. "*I"ll miss you."
Keren reached out and hugged her shoulders. "Don"t you worry. You"ll be fine, I know you will. Kris is a good lad, if a bit too conscious of his own good looks. Little centaur*I"ll miss you, too. But don"t you dare cry*" she warned, caught between a chuckle and a tear, "*or I"ll start! Come on, we"ve just enough time to catch the end of supper, and you must be ready to chew harness."
Supper was rather subdued; nearly everyone had long since eaten and gone, and of those that were left Talia really knew only Keren well. Talia kept glancing around her, realizing how much she was going to miss this place, that had been her first real home.
She had expected that Keren would leave her afterward, but to her surprise, the older woman insisted that she come with her to Keren"s rooms. She was even more surprised when Keren insisted Talia precede her through the door.
Then she saw who was waiting for them there; almost more people than would fit into the room: Elcarth, Sherri, Jeri, Skif, Teren*even Alberich. Devan made a brilliant patch of green among the Whites in his Healer"s robes; the students were well represented by Elspeth. Keren pushed her into the room from behind as she hesitated on the threshold.
"You really didn"t think we"d let you go without a proper good-bye, did you?" Skif teased as Talia stared in dumb amazement. "Besides, I know you*you were all set to mope away your last night here alone. Goose! Well, we"re not having any of that!"
Since that was exactly what she"d expected to be doing, Talia blushed rose-pink, then stuck her tongue out at him.
Skif, knowing very well how p.r.o.ne Talia was to isolating herself just when she needed others the most, had accosted Keren as soon as the news of Talia"s a.s.signment had gotten to him. The two of them had put their heads together and quickly put together this little "fare-thee-well" party, designed to keep her from falling into a last-minute melancholy. When Skif saw the expression on Talia"s face as she"d realized what they"d done, he felt more than repaid for his effort.
He did his level best the whole evening to project how much his "little sister" meant to him, knowing she"d pick it up. The warmth in her eyes made him feel that he"d at least begun to give her an honest return for the help she"d given him last night. In some ways he was just as glad now that they"d never become lovers, for there was nothing that could have been more satisfying, in the long run, than the open, loving relationship they had instead. He had more than a suspicion that she felt the same.
"So, songbird, how about a tune or three?"
While it wasn"t precisely as festive as the celebration the night before had been, everything had been geared to setting her mind at rest and making her feel confident about the morrow. Each of them, with the exception of Devan and Elspeth, had faced the same moment*and each knew some way to make the prospect a positive one. There was a great deal of laughter, plenty of absurd stories, and a palpable aura of caring. They sent her off to bed in good time to get a full night"s sleep, and she left with a smile on her face.
Kris answered the tap on his door late that evening, expecting to see Dirk; in fact, he"d already gotten out a bottle of wine and two gla.s.ses, figuring that his partner wouldn"t let the evening pa.s.s without coming by for a farewell drink and chat. He got a fair shock to find his uncle, the Councilor Lord Orthallen, standing in the dim hallway instead.
He managed to stammer out a surprised greeting, which Orthallen took as an invitation to enter. The silver-haired, velvet-robed n.o.ble wore a grave expression on his still-handsome, square-jawed face, so Kris had more than a faint suspicion that his visit was not just to bid farewell to his nephew.
He directed his uncle to the most comfortable chair in the room and supplied him with the gla.s.s of wine intended for Dirk before taking the chair opposite him.
"Well, uncle?" he said, deciding he was too tired to dance diplomatically around the subject. "What brings you here? I know it wasn"t just to bid me a fond farewell."
Orthallen raised one eyebrow at his bluntness. "I understand you have the new Queen"s Own as your internee."
Kris shrugged. "It"s no secret."
"How well do you know her?"
"Not at all," he admitted. "I"ve seen her twice, worked with her once. She seems nice enough*quite well balanced, all told. Her Gift is an odd one, but*"
"That is exactly what is worrying me." Orthallen all but pounced on the opening. "Her Gift. From all anyone has been able to tell me, it is a very unusual one for a Herald, much less the Queen"s Own. It seems to be one that the Heralds themselves know very little about, and I"m not entirely happy that an inexperienced child should be in her position with a power so ... out-of-the-ordinary."
"Rolan Chose her," Kris replied warily. "That should be proof enough that she"s capable of handling it."
"Yes, but*emotions*it"s such a volatile area. No black-and-white there, only gray. There are rumors in the Court ..."
"Such as?"
"That she has fostered an unnatural dependence in the Heir. After all, the child is vulnerable to that sort of thing. It was her unnatural dependence on that foreign nurse, Hulda, that led to her nearly being disallowed in the first place. And there are other rumors."
Kris bit back an angry retort; best hear his uncle out. "Go on."
"That Talia has used her power to influence the Council; you can imagine for yourself how easy that would be. If a Councilor were wavering ... it would be very easy to nudge his emotions, make him feel happier about one side or the other. Or not even that ... simply sense that he is wavering, and use that knowledge to persuade him in a more ordinary fashion. By knowing how Councilors stood, it would make it quite simple for her to manipulate them just by tone of voice...."
"That"s absurd! No Herald would ever use her Gift in any such fashion!"
"So I have maintained," Orthallen replied smoothly, "But*the only others Gifted with Empathy are the Healers; Healers put it to very specific and humanitarian use. There is no corresponding protocol of use among Heralds. And, nephew*what if she truly were not aware she was using her abilities? These powers are not material properties one can weigh or measure or hold in one"s hand. What if she were doing this sort of thing without even realizing it?"
Kris felt as if he had been hit with a pail of cold water. "I*I suppose it"s just barely possible. I don"t think it"s at all likely, but I can"t dismiss the notion out of hand."
Orthallen rose, a satisfied smile creasing his lips. "That is what I hoped you would tell me. I"m counting on you, nephew, to lay these phantoms of doubt to rest. You"ll be with her night and day for the next eighteen months, and I"m sure you will be able to tell me on your return that all these rumors are no more than smoke."
"I"m sure I will, uncle," Kris replied, letting him out*but not at all sure in his own mind.
It was just false dawn when Talia woke, and she dressed as quickly as she could, discovering that someone had left a breakfast tray for her outside her door. She had only just finished it when a Guards-man tapped discreetly on the doorframe, explaining that he was there to help her carry her packs down. With his aid she managed to get everything down to the tackshed in one trip.
Bright light from oil lamps along the wall dazzled her eyes as she entered. Waiting in the very center was Rolan; his harness was piled beside him. Next to him was a second Companion stallion, and Talia could see Kris" legs behind him as she and the Guard approached. Tethered beside the strange Companion were two most unusual pack animals.
Talia had never seen chirras before except in pictures, for their heavy coats made summer at the Collegium far too uncomfortable for them. Rather than keep them there, the Circle had a northern farm where they were bred and stabled, and only brought them down on rare occasions like this. Had this been within the normal order of things they would have taken mules from the Collegium stables for the first part of the journey. Then they would have met the Herald they were replacing at the edge of her Sector and exchanged their mules for her chirras.
Talia discovered that pictures and descriptions were inadequate to convey the charm of the northern beasts. The chirras were as tall at the shoulder as a horse, but a much longer neck put their heads on a level with the head of a human on horseback. Instead of hooves they had doglike, clawed feet, except that the feet were almost round and far bigger than Talia would have expected from the overall size of the animal. Both chirras were creamy white with black markings; one had a little cap-like spot on the top of its head, and a matching saddle-marking on its back, the other had a collar of black fur that ran around its throat and down its chest. Their ears were large, resembling rabbit ears, but rounder, with tips that flopped over. Their ears were set on the tops of their skulls and faced forward. Their faces were vaguely rabbit-like. Their brown eyes were very large, gentle, and intelligent. When Talia approached them with her hand held out to them, they scrutinized her closely, then politely took turns whuffling her palm.
Kris was already halfway through his inspection of the beasts and their gear.
"Kind of cute, aren"t they? Anybody ever tell you how they manage to live through those blizzards? They"ve got three layers of fur," he said, bent over and adjusting the girth of the pack-harness, half-hidden by the chirra"s bulk. "The outermost is long and coa.r.s.e, and pretty much waterproof*even frost won"t form on it. The middle layer is shorter, and not quite so coa.r.s.e. The inner layer is what they shed every year; it"s dense, very soft and fine, and is what does most of the work of keeping them warm. We"ll have to groom them very carefully every night to keep all that fur from getting matted, or they"ll lose the warming and waterproofing effect."
"Why are their feet so big?"
"To hold them up on the snow; they"ll be able to walk on snow crusts that the Companions will break right through." He moved to the front of his and picked up its forefoot while it whiffled his hair. "Look here*see all the hair between the toes? If you think their feet look big now, wait till they spread them out on snow. You"d think that hair wouldn"t make any difference, but it does, like the webbing on snow-shoes. I much prefer chirras over mules in any kind of climate that they can tolerate. They"ve got sweet tempers, and they"re really quite intelligent. If a mule balks, you can"t tell half the time if he"s being stubborn, or if there"s really something wrong. A chirra never balks unless there"s something wrong."
The chirra next to Talia stretched out his neck and nudged her hand, obviously wanting to be petted. "How much can they carry?" she asked, complying by scratching behind the chirra"s ears. It sighed happily and closed its eyes in content.
"Almost half their own weight*as good or better than a mule. Well, look at the packs they"re bringing now, and you can see."
Talia was astonished at the size of the pack the stablehands were loading on the chirra she was scratching. It didn"t seem the least bit uncomfortable.
Kris looked it over, then eyed the packs Talia had brought down from her room. "They"ve left enough leeway for you to load those on him as well, Talia. Don"t worry, he"s smart. If it"s going to be more than he can carry, he"ll just lie down until we lighten the load."
To her relief, the chirra showed no sign of wanting to lie down after her packs had been strapped on top of the supplies. Kris saw to the distribution of the rest of the supplies and his own belongings, while Talia made sure the chirra"s harness was firm, but comfortable, with nothing twisted or binding.
She harnessed Rolan herself, then double-checked her work, and asked him in an undertone, "You don"t mind traveling with these beasties, do you?"
He seemed pleased that she had asked the question but conveyed the impression that he was quite pleased with the packbeasts. Without words, Talia got the distinct impression that the chirras, sporting those thick, warm coats, would be more than welcome company on cold winter nights.
She fastened the lead rope of the chirra to the back of Rolan"s saddle, and mounted. Kris mounted a fraction of a second later. "Ready?" he asked.
"As ready as any internee, I guess."
"Then let"s go."
Four.
Kris took the lead; they had to go single file in the city. Talia and Rolan followed his chirra out of the gates of the courtyard, past the Collegium and Palace buildings, gray and silent in the early morning light, then down the cobblestoned road to the iron gates leading to city streets themselves, the road she"d ridden up five and a half years previously. She looked back over her shoulder for a last glimpse of the dear, familiar stone buildings, and wondered what she"d be like when she saw them again.
The guard at the gate let them out; it was scarcely an hour until dawn and the streets were not yet crowded. They followed the long spiral outward, pa.s.sing first through the residential areas that were nearest the Palace*huge buildings belonging to the highest ranked of the n.o.bly-born, some nearly rivaling the size of Bardic or Healer"s Collegium, though not that of the Palace itself. Then, crowded far more closely together, the homes of the rich*merchants and craftsmen and Guild officials. Unlike the Palace and the edifices of the n.o.bles, which were the same gray granite as the city walls, these buildings were wooden. Since land within the walls was at a premium, they crowded so closely the eaves touched*and when there was a need to expand, the only direction to take was up, which sometimes produced some very strange results. Most of these houses had been constructed of ironoak, a wood nearly as tough and indestructible as steel, but that was where any similarity among them ended. They had been built to some highly individual styles, and often had been added to in years and styles varying wildly from the original. Had the spiraling main street not been wide enough for three carriages, it would never have gotten any sun; as it was, riding through this district so early in the morning was rather like riding down a canyon with sides carved in the most fantastic of shapes. Talia had to fight to keep from giggling as she pa.s.sed some of these houses, for Skif*to "keep his hand in," or so he claimed*had often paid uninvited visits to the upper stories of some of these places. He"d usually left unsigned notes to be found later, chiding the owners for their lack of security. That was one prank the Provost-Marshal would never have forgiven him if it had been discovered.
After the street took a sharp right-angle turn, the purely residential district came to an end. Now the lower stories of the buildings were devoted to shops and the work-places of fine craftsmen, or offices, with an occasional expensive hostelry. The upper floors were comprised of apartments or lodgings. At this point they began encountering what little traffic there was this early in the morning. Nearly the only people about were the farmers who had brought their produce in to market, for the only cityfolk moving were those who were buying fresh supplies for their inns. Talia and Kris were able to move at a brisk pace, not having to stop for traffic more than once or twice. The streets were so quiet at this hour that they were the chief sources of sound; the ringing of the Companions" hooves, the chime of their bridle-bells, and the click of the chirras" claws on the cobblestones.
It took them nearly an hour to reach the Northern gate; the farther from the center of the city they went, the less wealth was displayed. There were no slums within the Old City; those were outside the city gates, huddling against the walls as if in hopes that those st.u.r.dy stone structures might shelter them from the elements. It was in one such district that Skif had grown up, the rather odd section along Exile"s Road that led into the West. Talia had never been there; she had seldom been out of the Old City, much less into the New. The one time she"d asked to be taken there, Skif had turned white, and refused. She"d never asked again.
Nor would she go anywhere near that section this time, for Kris" chosen route led past the warehouses and the shipwrights, after crossing over the River just inside the Old City walls and exiting through the North Point Gate. Here there was no activity at all; workers had not yet arrived, and deliveries to the warehouses had yet to be made. So once again, they rode in silence after a sleepy Guardswoman waved them on their way.
Beyond the gate the road widened and changed from stone to that odd substance that wasn"t stone and wasn"t clay. Talia hadn"t thought about it in years, but it occurred to her now to wonder just what it was that paved some of the roadways of this Kingdom.
"Kris?" she called, and he motioned to her to ride up alongside him, now that they were out of the city.
"What is this stuff?" she asked, pointing to the surface of the road.
He shrugged. "Another lost secret. Some of the roads leading to the capital are paved with it, a few all the way to the Border; but any roads made later than Elspeth the Peacemaker"s time are just packed gravel at best." He saw she was looking about her with unconcealed curiosity. "Haven"t you ever been out of the city before?"