She knew because she was under one such tree and beside her were creatures part human, part not. One creature came toward her in wide strides, staring at her through one burning round eye, c.o.c.king the head of a falcon and saying through the beak of a bird: "Welcome, Merricat, to the first plane. What is it you seek here?"
"Knowledge," said Merricat as she"d been coached in RandaFs lesson. "Friends. Power of mind."
The beak of the bird grew large and from it came the words, "There are no friends for you on the first plane, as there are no friends for you at Aphrodisia House. You must seek higher. Here, as there, you will find only tools."
"Give me one, then," she heard her own voice say, and was appalled at her temerity, The bird head nodded and the bird beak came close.
She wanted to shy away from the sharp beak but she could not. Her palm extended and the beak neared the soft offering of her flesh. And into her palm it dropped an insect, like a wasp. The insect tickled her palm and on her flesh, with many legs, it danced. And as it danced, a wasp"s nest came into being and into it, the wasp soon crawled.
Then Merricat"s hand became very heavy and the next thing she knew, it had fallen to her lap, for Randal"s voice was saying, "** . . at the count of three, your spirit will return to your body and your eyes will open and you will be in your seat beside your fellow students."
It was as if the adept spoke only to her. She listened only to his voice as again dizziness overcame her. She was flying through clouds of many colors, among ancient seas, and farther.
When she found her body, she felt absolutely sucked into it and her spirit came to rest in its prison with a thud that was her hand hitting her thigh.
Her eyes opened. She blinked. The students around her were all palefaced, white-lipped, and silent. No one looked at anyone else. But Merricat looked at her hand on her thigh.
In the palm of her hand was a red blotch about the size of the small wasp"s nest. The hair rose all over her body. Surely this must mean something, or else she"d done it all wrong . . , What connection could the first plane have to Shawme"s plight and the thing she"d told her friend to keep secret?
She was shaking, trembling all over. Her skin was blotchy, red and fishy white.
She didn"t hear the rest of the lesson, she just heard Randal"s voice, the only comfort in her universe which now was no comfort at all.
She had to tell the adept what she"d done, how she"d failed, and find out what the omen meant. She had to.
When the cla.s.s filed out, her throat constricted: what if Randal left before the last of the students were gone? She couldn"t chase him down the halls, or sortie to his private chamber where real magic was always under way. She just couldn"t.
But Randal was surrounded by other questioners, excited voices asking about what they"d seen on the first plane. Merricat waited until all but two of them were gone and then walked slowly up the row toward the front of the study hall.
As she did, she felt the mage"s eyes on her. And met them to see concern there, and recognition.
For what she was sure was the first time, Randal had noticed her-not just because she was giving a dinner menu to the First Hazard and he happened to be in the room, either. But noticed her with his whole attention.
If she hadn"t been so frightened, she"d have blushed red as a beet. As it was, her gait stiffened and her steps slowed.
Then Merricat stopped. She held back, watching, miserable. She didn"t have the courage to walk bra.s.sily up to the mage, who was pestered with unending questions from other students. No matter the meaning of the omen, she"d go to Shawme by herself. They"d figure it out together. She couldn"t, just couldn"t, bother Randal with her insignificant problems, not when the whole Mageguild was reeling from the magical recession taking place in Sanctuary; not while teaching a new generation must seem so futile . . .
Randal winked at her. Her hand flew to her mouth. She must have imagined it. Two students were much closer than she, prattling away. She clutched her tablet, on which she"d taken not a single note tonight, to her bosom.
He winked again, and she heard him say to the two fawning apprentices, "You two compare experiences, it will do you both good. Right now, I have an appointment with this young lady, whom I can"t keep waiting any longer. Go practice first plane access. Tomorrow we do the second plane. Go on, now."
Both students looked over their shoulders at her with resentful, jealous eyes that changed visibly when they saw what "young lady" Randal meant. She glimpsed surprise and a new respect and something nastier in their backward glances as they left, whispering together.
With their pa.s.sing, she and Randal were alone. She drew back a step. He didn"t follow but stood unmoving, hands hooked in his fighter"s belt, a slow smile on his freckled face.
He was so bold, so handsome, so brave. He was the Stepsons" chosen mage, a fighting magician who"d battled in the Wizard Wars. He was the most romantic single figure in the beleaguered Sanctuary Mageguild and Merricat wished miserably that she could disappear, sink through the floorboards, and be gone.
What did he care of her troubles, her doubts, her questions? She wished Dika was here, a comforting weight on her shoulder. Sometimes Dika seemed to speak for her, lend her courage. Butnot tonight. Falcons weren"t welcome in Mageguild study halls.
Neither was she. It was obvious that the keen eyes of Randal were reading her soul. She trembled, went up on tiptoes, and eyed the doors through which the others had gone. Still time to run.
"Well, Merricat, how was your trip to the first plane?" said Randal gently as at last he came toward her.
He knew her name! She could hardly believe it. She said hastily, "Well, it"s fine, there was a blird who spook weirds to me, and round trees." d.a.m.ned and tongue-tied, she wanted to die. She closed her eyes- And heard a voice so close she nearly fainted, "I saw something or other of that, I must admit. Would you like to talk about it over a drink?" and felt the mage touch her arm lightly, oh so lightly.
Saw something? What a mage he was! Talk about it over a drink? She took deep breaths and opened her eyes and said fervently, "Oh yes you, bless!" And, mortified, put her hand to her mouth again. If she could just calm down, her words wouldn"t get scrambled. Blird who spooked weirds. She cringed inwardly.
The mage"s fingers covered hers and drew her hand away from her lips. Then he was examining her palm, where the wasp nest"s mark still could be seen.
When he looked up, his brow was furrowed. "What"s here means more to me than you"d understand. It would be a favor if you"d share your experience with me, and anything else that might be relevant that"s happened to you lately. Wasps and I have a ... special understanding."
The hand that wasn"t holding Merricat"s went to his waist, where a wavy sword, short and foreign-looking, hung in a tooled scabbard.
Miserably, afraid to trust her traitorous voice, Merricat nodded. How to tell him about it all? About the wasp on the first plane, and the weapon her friend Shawme had found, that silver tube that shot tiny wasplike pieces of metal when you blew through it-the weapon Merricat was certain that Dika had wanted Shawme to keep?
In fact, how to tell Randal anything at all, with her tongue tied in knots and her heart pounding? How indeed, while she was sure to the very depths of her soul that she"d done something wrong in helping Shawme, and in coming to the Mageguild, and in falling hopelessly in love with the famed and fearsome mage Randal in the first place?
Shawme was trembling uncontrollably and afraid someone would no- tice her, making herself small in a comer among the other girls in Myrtis"s saloon.
And someone had. One of the musicians, a percussionist who pounded drums and shook bells and crashed cymbals, kept watching her as he played.
The attention of the musician made things worse. As did every man who came ducking in through Myrtis"s beaded curtains, who stalked around the room, drink and smoke in hand, and touched this girl or that before making up his mind and escorting his chosen up the back stairs to the girl"s room.
Worse, because none of them so much as ogled Shawme. She might as well have stayed upstairs. Worse too, because if a man did approach her, she was sure she"d break and run- Unless, of course, that man was Zip.
After a while she closed her eyes, secure in her comer with stout redfrescoed walls against her back, certain she"d get through this whole night unnoticed. As much trouble as that might cause with Myrtis, she knew she could handle that. Other girls must have failed to make conquests on their first night here. Most of those who"d gone upstairs already, went with men they obviously knew quite well, men who took them boldly in strong arms and crushed silken bodies against armored chests with no preamble.
Shawme didn"t know anyone like those soldiers, any more than she knew the sort of brocaded n.o.bles who came in groups of twos and threes, smelling of perfume like the women, and gathered up giggling ladies by the armload.
The only man who noticed her was the musician, a youngster with barely a beard and naked, sweaty arms. Her son. From undistinguished beginnings Eking out a living among his betters and here to please. The more he watched her, the more Shawme felt a kinship. She began wondering if, when his music was done, the youth would come toward her.
But it didn"t work out that way.
She was studying the frescoes in the saloon through a growing fog of smoke, finally realizing how instructive they were to an ignorant girl. On them men were portrayed doing what she"d seen dogs do in the street. And women knelt before them, doing mysterious things that involved kissing. Shawme was trying to guess at what that would be like, feeling her mouth grow dry and her heart pound as each successive man took someone else and the crowd of women thinned while she tried not to notice and prayed that Myrtis wouldn"t come down tonight to find Shawme the only unclaimed girl, the only one who hadn"t made a copper"s worth of profit for the house . . .
So she didn"t notice the newcomers until the beaded curtain rattled, and then she quickly lowered her eyes.
Three men had come in together, laughing, arm in arm, with a fourth behind them, taciturn. The three were military men, highly ranked since they"d been allowed to wear their weapons in here. The fourth was armed as well, and unsmiling. His glance caught hers before she looked away.
In front of Shawme"s corner was a couch on which three older girls reclined, each showing thigh or bare perfumed shoulder or a hint of rosy breast. The three jolly soldiers, unmistakably a little drunk, came their way. The tallest one was blond with braids in his hair and a goblet in his hand.
He stared directly at Shawme for three heartbeats, and on the fourth her heart threatened to stop entirely. That look was a look of recognition, but she couldn"t remember ever meeting such a soldier. She was sure he was coming for her.
She shrank back in the corner, trying to push her way through the frescoed walls; trying to get breath into her lungs, enough breath for flight if he held out a hand to her as she"d seen men do here.
She would run right past him, duck under his arm and fly out through the curtained doorway, into the street, back to Ratfall. She"d run and run until her heart burst.
But the blond man looked away then, at the girls on the couch between Shawme and his soldier friends, and held out a hand to one of them, who squealed, "Oh, Walegrin, you"re looking fit tonight," and giggled.
In relief, Shawme squeezed her eyes shut. In that solitary darkness, her relief was eaten up by chagrin. Then came embarra.s.sment and mortification, shame and despair. No man was going to choose her. She was going to fail. All the other girls would laugh at her.
She thought to herself, Perhaps it"s the mandrake. Perhaps it"s ugly.
Perhaps it"s working too well and keeping the men away So she reached up behind her neck, eyes still shut, and undid the thong that held it there When the thong came undone, she opened her eyes and surrept.i.tiously pulled the mandrake from between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, hiding it behind her, under the cushions of the bench against the wall When she straightened up, a shadow fell on her She looked up And up Standing directly in front of her was the fourth man, the one who"d come in alone.
She thought wildly. He"s not here for me, he"s going to ask one of the girls on the couch. But all of them were gone While she"d had her eyes shut, they"d left with the blond soldier and his friends There was no one else in this comer, darkened by the big man"s shadow, but Shawme She craned her neck, unable to nse as a girl should, her knees like water He seemed gigantic, all dark cloth and leather She looked up past his weapons belt at eye level, and could hardly see his face, just the dark shadow of new beard and a hand that came suddenly toward her.
"Young lady," his deep voice said, "what"s your name9"
"Sh-Shawme," she quavered and hated herself His hand was waiting Somehow, she lifted hers. Then, with his help, she was standing "Your room, if you please," said the voice and still she had no clear impression of his face Her gaze was level with his broad chest, and his eyes beat down on her with such fire in them-as only those of Dika the peregnne had ever done before Too late to run, the deed all but done, she remembered her training "A dnnk, kind sir, or something stronger9" Drugs were purveyed at Myrtis"s-drugs to embolden, drugs to give stamina, drugs to make up for whatever needed making up for, so Myrtis had told her "I"m known as Shepherd, little lamb," he said and she knew from that he wanted no dnnk or anything at all but her At the last minute, while his hand inexorably drew her from the corner toward the stairs, she remembered the charm that Merncat had given her, her mandrake root, without which this man was soon going to know she was a virgin.
Anguished, she halted, their arms stretched out between them, without the strength to pull away His big head turned questioningly and she saw his profile for the first time a grown man"s profile, hard and seasoned, a bold nose and lips trying hard not to laugh above a stubbled chin This was a stark man, a man from whom you ran on the streets because such men took what they wanted There was no fooling such a man as he "I-I forgot something, left something on the bench "
"You don"t need that, not with me," he said with such authority that Shawme could do nothing but obey the pressure of his tug, which pulled her in and under the circle of his arm Up the stairs they went the big man"s right arm crooked around her neck, her right hand pressed against her collarbone by his grip, his fingers against her throat She hadn"t remembered the stairs being so many, or the trek to her backroom bed so long His breath in her hair was hot and the things he said were a matter of tone, not words The tone said. You"re mine, I"m in control Relax and you"ll be fine. The words said whatever Shepherd thought she should hear, but she heard only an end to her childhood in them It didn"t matter what the words were, it didn"t matter that she took moisture from his lips to wet her own It didn"t matter that he wasn"t Zip, even It only mattered that she not fail, that he not be angry when her virgin blood was spilled, when her lack of expertise was on display When they got to her room, Shepherd wanted no help with his leathers or his weapons Help with his boots was something any fool could give And then he helped her, wordless and with a strange look on a face that seemed unaccustomed to humor or kindness but displayed both in redbrown, fiery eyes, eyes so much like Dika"s When it became clear to him that she was unworthy of the job she held, ignorant and ill-prepared, an imposter, she was sure he"d leave her, go straight to Myrtis and complain. But he did none of those He treated her like fragile gla.s.s, like the musicians below m the saloon treated their instruments And soon enough she was learning, under his hands, why the other girls went to work smiling each evening.
She learned enough so that, when the moment came for her skirts to come off, she was forgetful of everything what he must soon find out, how disappointment and disgust would oversweep him, even of what form his wrath might take.
And then it happened Shepherd sat back on her bed, his diaphragm with its line of dark hair quivering, and said, "Take that off" His voice was very harsh "Put it on the table Now""
"It?" She was breathless, her voice a fear-constncted squeak How could she take off her virginity? How could he even see it? He"d just this moment glimpsed her unclothed form Then she followed the big man"s pointing finger, and relief flooded her The silver tube was what he meant The sea-gift, the one Memcat had advised her to keep "This9" she said with fake aplomb. "I always wear it"
"Not with me, you don"t." He rose up, off the bed, and she saw his body start to change Chest heaving, she blurted, "Please, don"t go I"ll take it off"
Hands on hips, he waited until she had. Then he took her in his arms and, his lips against her breast, said, "The rest of it, I can handle. Just trust me, lamb."
And somehow, she whispered to him, "But I don"t know . . . I"ve never ... I don"t have anything to offer you, no tricks, no skill-"
"You have something none of those others could offer, lamb," he replied in a rumble that made her legs weak. "Something only you can give. And for it, I"m going to give you a lesson in love as has never been taught in Sanctuary."
And then she knew that Shepherd knew, somehow, and that he wasn"t going to be angry no matter if she bled all night. What she didn"t know, until he tapped her on the mouth with a reddened finger, was that it didn"t have to hurt to become a woman.
Anymore than she"d known anything about the joys of womanhood that lay beyond her body"s barrier, all of which the man called Shepherd showed her before, while she dozed, he slipped away, leaving a piece of gold upon her pillow.
"Wake up, wake up!" said Merricat, shaking Shawme"s shoulder. Behind Merricat, Randal hovered in the doorway, with Myrtis beside her. And Myrtis was wringing her veiny hands, saying, ", . . this is highly irregular, mage, and the least you can do for me, since I allowed it, is make our weather-control spell your first priority."
"Later, Madame," said Randal. "Now leave us, if you please."
Shawme was rubbing her eyes and stretching widely, still unaware that there was a man in the open doorway behind Merricat.
"Merri!" Shawme smiled with delight. "What are you doing here? Never mind, I"ve got so much to tell-" Shawme saw Randal and stopped speaking. She pulled her coverlet up around her neck and hunched in her bed.
"Shawme, this is important," Merricat said quickly in a low voice. "That"s Randal the mage. He wants to talk to you. About thai." Merricat pointed to the silver tube on the table beside Shawme"s bed.
"That?" Puzzlement crossed Shawme"s face. "It doesn"t matter. Thank you for the mandrake, Merricat. Thank Dika. I had the most wonderful-"
Randal crossed the room in quick strides. "Pardon the intrusion, miss, but did you-?" Randal stopped and looked at Merricat imploringly.
"Shawme," Merricat demanded, leaning over the other girl stiff-armed and reaching for something glinting gold on the pillow with her other hand. "Does this mean what I think?" She fingered the gold soldat.
"Oh, yes, and it was wonderful! I can"t tell you how wond-"
Merricat"s face fell; she blinked back tears. If it hadn"t happened yet, Randal had promised that he"d sponsor Shawme for Mageguild apprenticeship, to get her out of Aphrodisia House. Now . . . Merricat turned an imploring face to Randal. "Too late," she whispered.
"I thought it might be," said Randal, and Merricat saw Shawme"s eyes dart from face to face as the others spoke. "Shawme, if you will cede this instrument," he ignored the coin that Merricat held, and tapped the table on which the silver tube rested, "to the Mageguild, you"ll have my undying grat.i.tude, enough money to move out of here into your own house, and favors to be claimed from Merricat and myself whenever you need them- Such favors as a mage can grant."
"What? Why? I-"
Merricat sat back, beaming now, looking fondly upon her friend, who was saved after all by the fine auspices of Randal, the most wonderful mage who ever lived.
Randal replied, "It"s too long to explain. I have an affinity for wasps, let"s say. So does Merricat. This washed up on the beach, I was told?" The mage stood over her, beginning to voice his questions.
Shawme nodded and answered every one, while Merricat held her friend"s hand, until Randal asked, "And will you tell me who you went with tonight? Who came up here with you, and what happened then?"
Shawme"s jaw set. Her eyes seemed to go cold. She said, "You want the pea-shooter, take it. My client didn"t like it anyway."
"And your client . . . ?" Randal blushed and Merricat thrilled with love. "Did he, ah, was there blood spilled here tonight?" Randal pressed.
"What is this?" Shawme demanded, bolt upright now. "You told him, Merricat! How could you? It was our secret. Get out of-"
"Shawme, I had to; it"s important. Did it happen, the spilling of blood?" Merricat"s grip tightened on Shawme as the other girl tried to shake it off.
"Of course it did, and it was wonderful!" Shawme"s anger blazed. "Now get out of here, Merricat. I"m never going to forgive you for this. My business, b.i.t.c.h, is with this here mage, not the lies of you."
Merricat stood up uncertainly, head hanging. Randal put a comforting hand on her arm, a rea.s.suring touch that told Merricat she"d done the right thing, no matter what Shawme thought.
Randal stepped forward then, saying to both girls, "Shawme, Merricat, friends are too few to fall out over something like this. Shawme, Merricat was brave and tireless in your behalf- Merricat, your friend needs your understanding. Blood shed in this way, right now in Sanctuary, is important. All of what I"ve promised you, Shawme, is still yours-money, favors for the asking-even if you won"t answer me. But as a favor to me, we need to know if the man who gave you this coin is anyone we know, whether he"s friendly or inimical to us."
Shawme blinked like a startled alleycat. Merricat was afraid her friend would ask Randal just who the mage meant by "we," but Shawme didn"t.
She didn"t say anything at all. She threw back the coverlet hiding her nakedness and vaulted from the bed. There, on the linen, was proof of the act, and of Shawme"s boldness.
Merricat"s friend reached languorously for her robe, head high, a proud look on her face. And Merricat was beginning to think it must have been Zip who"d come to Shawme and made her a woman when the Ratfall girl said, "He calls himself the Shepherd, or something like that," and, shrugging into her robe, s.n.a.t.c.hed the gold coin from Merricat"s fingers. "He gave me this, and more." Her eyes burned.
Merricat got up from the bed and backed right into Randal, her own body feeling wooden and numb. Peering into the mage"s face desperately, Merricat strove for comfort and found none.
Randal shook his head infinitesimally as Shawme flounced by, announcing her intention of "going back downstairs, where there"s food and drink for celebration."
Left alone in the courtesan"s room. Randal said only, "Shepherd, by the Writ." He sighed deeply. "The only good in this came from you, Merricat. And will have to come from you, henceforth. You must help your friend, even if she doesn"t understand anything about why you"re doing it. And you"ll need all your powers, as well as my help. Are you up to it?"
Powers. Merricat had no powers, but Randal did. And Shawme needed her. The blood spilled tonight was spilled in sacrifice, an Ilsigi rite that Shawme hadn"t understood, but was now inextricably bound up in. And in a way, it was all Merricat"s fault.
She saw Randal pick up the silver tube and fondle it, then look back at her and offer his arm.
She"d done something right. "Of course I"ll help Shawme. Even if I didn"t want to, an apprentice always obeys the Adept who is her instructor. Have no fear, dear Mage. I shall do whatever you say."
And she took Randal"s offered arm and let him escort her out of the Aphrodisia House and back to the Mageguild, where she belonged.