I had been listening for the clatter of Babbie"s hoofs on Aanvagen"s wooden floors, and had not heard it. I called, "Vadsig, did you open that door as I asked you?"
She replied, but I could not understand what she said. "Tell her to come up here," Aanvagen"s husband advised.
As loudly as I could, I shouted, "Come here, please, Vadsig!" and fell to coughing.
Aanvagen said, "Tea with brandy in it you need, mysire. Get it you shall. See to it I will."
"Alone we should talk," her husband muttered. "That better would be. This hus in my house you wish."
I nodded. "Yes, I do."
"Not a wild hus it is. Not a shadow either it is. A tame hus? Yours, mysire?"
I nodded again.
"Like your bird it is."
Oreb bobbed agreement. "Good bird!"
"Somewhat like him at least. My hus--his name is Babbie--does not speak, of course. But he"s a clean, gentle animal. We were separated, and he seems to have gone back to the woman who gave him to me. Some time ago, she learned where I was and promised to return him."
Vadsig bustled through the doorway. "Yes, Mysire Horn?"
I said, "I simply wanted to know whether you opened the front door as I asked, Vadsig."
"Oh, yes, mysire."
"You a big animal seeing are?" Aanvagen put in.
"Yes, mistress."
"What sort of animal, Vadsig?"
"Mules, mysire. Pulling carts they are."
"A hus you seeing are?" Cijfer inquired urgently.
"A hus? Oh, no, Merfrow Cijfer."
"Did you leave the door open, Vadsig, when you came up?"
"No, mysire. Cold in the street it is."
"How long did you leave it open?"
"Till you up to come telling me are, mysire."
Oreb dropped to my shoulder, giving me a quizzical look to indicate that he would go outside and look for the hus if asked. I shook my head--un.o.btrusively, I hope.
Aanvagen"s husband asked, "No hus you seeing are, Vadsig?"
"No, Master."
He turned to Cijfer. "A hus at my door you seeing are?"
"Yes, Beroep. Never a hus so big I see. Tusks as long as my hand they are."
"This your Babbie is?" he asked me.
"Yes, I"m quite sure it is."
"Your Babbie Vadsig hurting is?"
"I certainly don"t think so."
He made a gesture of dismissal. "Vadsig, to the door again go. If a hus you see, the door open leave and us you tell. If no hus you see, the door you close and your work you do."
She ducked in a sketchy curtsy and hurried away.
Cijfer offered him the letter I had penned a few hours before, her hand shaking sufficiently to rattle the paper. "Finding this in the sleeping girl"s room I am, Beroep. It reading you are? Aanvagen, too?"
They bent their heads over it.
"Your daughter she is, mysire?" Her voice trembled.
I nodded.
"Sleeping all day she is. Sleeping all night she is not. Walking she is, talking is." She turned to Aanvagen, her voice trembling. "My pictures from the walls breaking!"
Downstairs, something fell with a crash. Vadsig screamed.
6.
DARK E EMPTY R ROOMS.
S omethin" there, bucky." Pig"s hand, groping through darkness that for Pig had no shadeup, found his arm and closed around it, pointed nails digging into his flesh. "Hoose, maybe." omethin" there, bucky." Pig"s hand, groping through darkness that for Pig had no shadeup, found his arm and closed around it, pointed nails digging into his flesh. "Hoose, maybe."
"Do you think they might let us sleep there? I don"t see any lights."
"Was nae lights ter Hound"s, neither, yer said."
A short distance ahead Hound remarked, "Oil that will burn in lamps is very dear, and candles almost impossible to find at any price." After a moment he added, "I really can"t say how near the city we are, but we"ve come a long way. I for one am ready for a rest. What about you, Horn?"
Pig released his arm, and the tapping of Pig"s scabbard indicated that Pig was moving to his right. He said, "Pig"s been walking, while I"ve done nothing but sit upon the back of this wonderfully tolerant donkey of yours. I feel sure that Pig--and my donkey--must be far more fatigued than I am."
"Wall." Pig"s voice sounded nearby. "Nae winders, nor nae doors neither." There was a pause. "Here"s ther gate. Wide h"open, ter." Pig"s voice sounded nearby. "Nae winders, nor nae doors neither." There was a pause. "Here"s ther gate. Wide h"open, ter."
"No gate!" Oreb informed him.
"There"s a vacant mansion back there," Hound explained. "I"ve pa.s.sed it many times. We could camp in it, if everybody"s willing. It should keep off the rain, and rain"s likely after this heat. How do you feel about it, Horn? Would you be willing to stop?"
"Yes." He got out the striker Tansy had given him. "I"d like to see it, if it belonged to a man named Blood. Did it?"
"I haven"t the least notion who it belonged to. All I can tell you is that n.o.body"s lived in it for as long as I"ve been taking this road. It"s pretty remote, and there are a lot of empty houses. Most are in better shape than this one."
"Then I want to stop, if you and Pig are willing." The striker flared.
"I wouldn"t use up more of that candle than you can help."
Pig"s voice came from a greater distance. "Gang h"in, bucky. Yer comin"?"
"Yes, I am." He dismounted.
The wall was ruinous; the tangled iron through which Maytera Marble had picked her way had vanished. "I fought in a battle here, Oreb," he whispered to the bird on his shoulder.
"No fight!"
"Sometimes one must. Sometimes you do yourself."
Oreb fidgeted, his bill clacking unhappily. "Bad place."
"Oh, no doubt. They were holding Silk here, and Chenille, Patera Incus, and Master Xiphias. Not so long ago, I imagined Xiphias was walking along beside me. I wish he"d come back." He led his donkey through the gate and raised his lantern, hoping for a glimpse of the villa that had been Blood"s; but the feeble light of the candle scarcely revealed the distant, pale bulk of Scylla"s fountain. Under his breath he added, "Or that Silk would."
"Bad place!"
Behind them, Hound chuckled. "It"s haunted, naturally. All these old places are supposed to be."
"It is indeed." The man Hound addressed waved his k.n.o.bbed staff before him, although the light from his lantern showed no obstruction. "There should be a dead talus right here. I wonder what has become of it."
"Well, I wonder what"s become of your friend Pig. I don"t see him up ahead."
"You"re right. Oreb, will you look for him, please? If he"s in trouble, come back and tell us at once."
"Now that"s a handy pet." Hound caught up. "You"ve been here before?"
"Twenty years ago. I had a slug gun instead of a stick then, and a thousand friends instead of two. No doubt I should say I like this better, because no one"s trying to kill me; but the truth is I don"t." He pointed back to the gate with his staff. "The Guard floaters broke through there and came in with buzz guns blazing at the same time we swarmed over the wall--volunteers like me, and Guardsmen, and even Trivigaunti pterotroopers. There were taluses in here, but between the floaters and us, they never had a chance. Others did much more, I"m sure; but I got off a shot before--"
Oreb returned, dropping onto his shoulder. "Pig come."
"He"s all right then?"
Oreb croaked deep in his throat, and Hound said, "I couldn"t understand him that time."
"He didn"t say anything, just made a noise. It means he doesn"t know what to say or doesn"t know how to say it. So something"s the matter with Pig that Oreb can"t explain, or that he doesn"t know how to tell us. Is he bleeding, Oreb?"
"No hurt."
"That"s good. He didn"t fall, I hope?"
"No, no."
The fountain was dry, its basin filled with rotting leaves and its once-white stone dirty gray. One of Scylla"s arms had been broken off.
"Do people still worship her, Hound?"
Hound hesitated. "Sometimes. I"m not religious myself, so I don"t pay a lot of attention, but I don"t think it"s like it used to be. They offer ducks now, mostly, or that"s what Tansy"s mother told me once."
"What about theophanies?"
"I"m afraid I don"t know that word."
"Girl come," Oreb explained.
"Does Scylla appear in your Sacred Windows?"
"Oh, that." Hound urged his donkey forward, and jerked the rope of those he led. "Not like it used to be, I suppose. She comes to the window in the Grand Manteion two or three times a year, or the augurs say she does."
"It wasn"t like that at all, really. No G.o.d ever visited us in all the time that I was growing up, not until just before we left for Blue."
"I didn"t know that," Hound said.
"What I wanted--"
Oreb interrupted them. "Man come. Pig man."
"Good." He raised his lantern. "Pig? Are you all right?"
"Ho, aye."
"We were worried about you." He hurried forward.
The fitful light of the swinging lantern revealed the huge Pig, his dirty black trousers and dirty gray shirt, his big sword just now exploring the wide doorway of Blood"s villa as Pig prepared to step out.
"We"re going to camp in there. There are fireplaces, I"m sure, or there used to be."
"Aye, bucky."
He turned back to Hound. "Do you require our help with the donkeys?"
"No," Hound called. "But you could start that fire."
"I will. There--I"m going to blow out my candle, Pig. Hound doesn"t want me to waste it, and he"s right. I haven"t seen any firewood around here anyway, and I imagine all the furniture was stolen or burned long ago."