"I don"t mind," I said, which wasn"t exactly the truth. "But I think I would rather have known all along that I was ugly than have been surprised into it.
Disconcerting, it was." That was a good word, and I said it again to make sure it came out right a second time, and then explained to him how Brother Jude (the Less) had been teaching me to speak properly. He was impressed, I could tell, because he stroked his moustache and under his hand I saw his lips twitch a little.
"And where do you go now?"
"To find the owner of the pebbles, of course: this is mine, see?" and I pulled up my jerkin.
"Put it away," he said hurriedly, and went quite red. "You shouldn"t-never mind."
"You mean it"s a secret?"
"Very. Don"t do that again."
"But I just wanted to show-"
"All right! Enough . . . Just don"t go-displaying-it like that again.
Understand?"
I didn"t, but I nodded wisely. "Are you coming with us, then?"
"With you . . . ?" He was plainly at a loss.
"Well, we came together, so we"d better leave the same way, I suppose, or the monks will think it rather funny."
"Oh. Yes. Of course."
"But I didn"t mean just the leaving bit, I meant about coming with us to find a magician first. It"s obvious you are also under some spell or other too, with that rusty armour and broken sword-"
"Nonsense!" he shouted. Really shouted, so that I fell off the stool in surprise and ended up on the floor. He glared at me again. "Nothing of the sort!"
The curtains at the end of the Infirmary parted and Brother Infirmarar came rushing in. "You called, Brother Knight, you called? You are worse? Dearie, dearie me: too much excitement, I fear. Your servant must return to the stables, but before that we shall pray together, and then I will bleed you . . ."
I reported back despondently to the others, but Snowy comforted me.
"You did your best. Don"t forget that we shall be leaving together and he may well change his mind once we are on the road . . ."
And so it was that, some five days later in the Moon of Frost, we seven were a.s.sembled at the gates of the Priory. Snowy was loaded with our gear and the knight"s, the animals all in or on my wicker carrier. The knight and I were on foot. The Brothers came to wish us "G.o.d-speed," and Brother Jude (the Less) even gave me an affectionate hug, at which Brothers Matthew and Mark looked suitably scandalized. We were provisioned for three days and I saw the knight hand over a suitable "donation" to the Head Prior, for of course they would not charge for their charity to us. The size of the gift occasioned much bowing of heads, folding of hands and the beginning of what looked like another prayer session, but we didn"t wait for the end because I nudged Snowy and we moved away, the knight following.
"Looks like snow," said Corby, and ruffled his feathers against the cold.
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Crossroads
We had our first confrontation that very evening.
We had walked due south from the Priory, because Snowy said there was a reasonable road some couple of leagues away that was heading in the right direction. At first the knight strode ahead, scornful of our slow pace, but after the third stop he made for us I could see he was still not as strong as he thought. He leant against a tree, ostensibly being very patient and forbearing of our tardiness, but I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Somehow I knew that his pride was a very big thing in him, and if necessary I should have to pretend sometimes to give him an excuse to indulge his weakness- Another knight in another time, a woman feigning fatigue to hide his convalescent wound, an uncomprehending child who could run forever- I shook my head, and the vision faded.
"I"m sorry we"re so slow," I said. "But poor old Snowy is laden down and I"ve got much shorter legs than you. It was kind of you to wait."
He shrugged. "Doesn"t matter. But the days grow shorter: perhaps we should look for a night"s shelter soon."
I s.n.a.t.c.hed at his suggestion. "Snowy says there is a ruined church some half- league away: most of the walls are standing and Puddy says it will be fine."
He scowled. "Which is Puddy, for G.o.d"s sake? A toad! He says, the horse says .
. . Never mind. Lead on then, but it had better be there!" and he gave Snowy a gentle slap on the rump. I hoped he didn"t mind: I had forgotten to tell the knight he was magic.
The church had three walls left, but only a sc.r.a.p of roofing, in the corner nearest where a desecrated altar still stood. The knight stood in the ruined nave and stared upwards to where a trefoil window, framed in still-green ivy, showed us the last of a reddening sun.
"Vandals," he muttered. "Barbarians."
Again my mind gave a sudden jump: soldiers in armour; horses, spears, swords; long hair, beards, distant shouting; a hiding place-Gone.
"What is there to eat?" demanded the knight, but did not wait for an answer, lifting his pack and my baggage from Snowy"s back. "How about a fire, Thingummy, while I make this fellow more comfortable . . ." and I crept to the roofed corner and Corby brought me sticks. The knight rubbed Snowy down with a wisp or two of dried gra.s.ses, then gave him a handful of oats from the provisions sack. "There you are, old lad: there"s still gra.s.s between the stones, and a dew-pond over there . . ."
We ate; cold lamb, rye bread and cheese, and shared a flagon of ale. The empty jar would be useful for water, in case we were away from a supply, so I packed it with our things: the knight had a proper one in his pack, but just in case he decided-But I would not think about things like that.
The fire burned brightly and we had no need of the lantern the Brothers had so thoughtfully provided.
"This is cosy," I said, throwing the rest of the crumbs to Corby and taking Moglet on my lap, where she continued to clean lamb-fat from her whiskers.
"Find something to eat, Puddy?"
His throat moved up and down towards the roof of his mouth, which was a toad"s way of toothless chewing. "Would you believe gnats? It"s sheltered here: fine tomorrow, too."
I translated the last bit to the knight, and added that Snowy had said we were free from danger for the time being.
"I don"t believe all that falderal about speaking with animals," said the knight, crossly. "None of you said a word just then: n.o.body even moved. I think you are just making it all up."
Patiently I explained about thought-messages, about the niceties of body- communication, but obviously my words were not enough.
"Prove it! Make them do things . . ."
"They"re not performing animals!"
"I never said they were!" He was getting crosser by the minute: then he sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, Thingummybob-You must have some other name than that?"
I looked at the fire, and shrugged. "I"ve known no other, ever since I can remember." I didn"t want to add that it was just "Thing," because I rather liked the way he added bits like "ummy" and "ummybob" at the end: it made it more personal between him and me. And nice.
There was a nudge on my chest. "If he wants some sort of proof," sighed Moglet plaintively, "I don"t mind chasing my tail, or something like that . . ."
"Count me in," said Corby and Puddy and Pisky, one after the other, for I had been thinking to them what the knight had been saying, even while we were talking, and that hadn"t been easy.
"All right, Sir Knight," I said. "My friends have volunteered to prove that we do communicate. First, here"s Pisky. You remember I told you about the pebbles we were burdened with? Well, his is in his mouth so he can"t eat properly. See?" And I held up his bowl.
The knight peered closely. "Won"t it come out? No, you did say you"d tried.
Poor fish: he won"t get much bigger if he doesn"t eat. Still, he"s a handsome fellow, though, and with a bit more weight to him would be a real beauty. Very imposing fins . . ."
"Shall I ask him to wave them for you? First one, then the other and then his tail?" I took his silence for answer and relayed my request to Pisky, who performed his trick slowly and gracefully, ending with two extra large bubbles. "Thanks," I said. "Now, Puddy dear, forward. I shall ask him to turn around three times and then croak," I added to the knight. Puddy rather ponderously executed this, and I tickled him under his chin. "Puddy"s pebble gives him headaches," I added. "It"s in his forehead, as you can see. But we have all felt somewhat better since we started out on our quest. Now, Moglet: her pebble is in her paw-show him, darling-and she can"t put much weight on it, but I will ask her to walk backwards three steps and then sit down. Will that do?" I glanced at the knight: his eyebrows were up somewhere near his hairline.
"My turn," said Corby, as Moglet returned to my lap. "I"ll do the mating-dance if you like."
"Corby"s pebble is in his wing," I explained, as the crow creaked his way through his ritual, ending with a couple of beak-sc.r.a.pes on the knight"s right boot. "That"s his burden: he can"t fly any more."
By now our audience was goggling. "All right," he said slowly. "I believe you have some hold over these creatures. But how do I know this isn"t just something you"ve taught them, that they wouldn"t do the same each time?"
I sighed: he really was a sceptic. "Well, then," I said. "How about you deciding what you want Snowy to do-if you don"t mind, dear one? He"s a unicorn, by the way, so he understands all speech, even yours. So, just ask him yourself what you want him to do."
"Unicorns, punycorns," said the knight. "Oh well, where"s the harm? Here, horse: go over to the west window and find me that piece of wood that"s lying underneath and bring it over here for the fire . . ." He obviously thought the whole thing was a joke, but his expression when Snowy laid the wood at his feet was a study. "All right," he said at last. "If you"re a unicorn, where"s your horn?"
Snowy tossed his head, exposing the golden stump.
"Don"t touch it, please," I warned. "It still hurts him . . ."
Then the knight did a strange thing: he got to his feet and bowed to the white horse. Taking his broken sword from his pack, he offered it to Snowy, hilt first. "May my sword, broken or whole, never harm thee or thy kind, O Wondrous One. I offer you my friendship, my respect, my trust . . ."
Snowy bowed his head in return. "Peace, friend," he said. "If I could mend your sword, Knight, I would, but the spell under which you lie is stronger than I, no longer a unicorn, can break."
I started to translate to the knight, but saw he had understood the gist of Snowy"s message.
"What spell?" I asked him.
He frowned and shook his head. (I wished he wouldn"t frown so much: he would soon grow two little lines between his eyes if he went on like that.) "No spell. Misfortune, perhaps. Nothing else . . . Time for bed."
But that night, and for a while afterwards, he talked in his sleep. During the next few days we made fair progress, thanks to clear days and cloudy nights, which made the weather unseasonably warm. Our Rusty Knight had obviously taken to heart our burdened plight, for he no longer strode ahead but suited his pace to ours and we made at least three leagues a day. He had money, a purse of silver coins, so we were never without food and several times sheltered in villages at night instead of the open. At those times I persuaded him I was happier in the stables with my friends, and everyone accepted me without question as his servant.
In this fashion we made fifty miles or so and it was near The Turn of the Year when we had another confrontation. Somehow, during all those miles together I had persuaded myself that we would continue to travel together, all seven of us, until we found someone to show us how to get rid of our burdens and spells, so I was utterly unprepared when we came to the crossroads.
The road we had been following had been well used, judging by the ruts, wheel-tracks and potholes, but on this particular day we came to another, much larger, going straight as a die north-south, and here the knight stopped.
"Well," he said. "It was fun while it lasted, but this is where we part company."
For a moment I did not understand. "Part company?" but even as I said the words I realized what he meant, and I felt as if someone had kicked me in the stomach and then pulled out the stuffing.
"Yes. Part company. Our ways lie in different directions henceforward." He tugged at his moustache. "I never said I would go all the way with you.
Besides, I think your expedition is a waste of time. You"re obviously hoping some miracle-man, like the fabled Arthur"s Merlin, is sitting waiting for you, just longing to wave his magic wand and solve all your troubles." He snorted.
"Me, I have more commonplace ideals. I"m going south to the nearest port to cross back to the Frankish lands, where I can easily find work as a mercenary.
A few spots of rust on my mail mean nothing: I can afford more armour anytime I choose, and as for swords-"
"A few spots of rust!" I exploded, raging against his departure. "A few spots!
Why, you are covered with it from shoulder to thigh like-like a beech-hedge!
And any other armour you buy will be covered the same way in five minutes flat! You can"t just get rid of a witch"s curse by-by snapping your fingers-" I stopped.
"And how," he said, his voice nasty, and the scowl more ferocious than ever, "just how do you know about curses and spells and things? And your answer had better be good, or shall I believe you are in league with the Powers of Darkness yourself!"
I backed away. "You talked in your sleep . . ."
He flushed angrily. "And who says you should eavesdrop on a man in his most private moments? Besides, "twas but dream, no foundation in fact-"
"We all heard you," I interrupted. "No help for it. You were shouting. All about a witch and a spurning, and the curses she laid upon you because of it.
The rusty armour and the bit about asking the hand in marriage of the ugliest creature in the land. And how it was your father"s sword, and-"
"I"ve heard enough!" he shouted, very red in the face now. "It"s all a pack of lies, the lot of it, and I won"t stay to listen to a word more on the subject.
Goodbye!" And he s.n.a.t.c.hed his pack from Snowy"s back and flung it over his shoulder, before setting off at a determined pace southwards, towards where the smoke of a fair-sized village showed on the horizon.
I ran after him down the road, not thinking, just not wanting to lose him, hoppity-skip-jump down the rutted way till I fell flat on my face, out of breath and crying. With the last of my strength I yelled out: "And after we saved your life! And learnt to love you . . ." That last bit hadn"t meant to come out at all, and I lay where I was and the rebellious tears seeped through my mask and dripped onto the road, where they dried in an instant on the hard-baked clay.
A moment later there was a snuffle and Snowy nudged my shoulder. "Don"t worry, dear one: I am sure he will think better of it . . ."
"He won"t!" I howled. "He"s a pig, and an ungrateful wretch into the bargain!"
Moglet sat on my back and teased at my hair with her claws, but gently.
"Come on, Thing dear, we love you . . ."
"And will go on with you whatever happens," added Corby.
"Of course. Goes without saying," said Puddy, from the now lopsided basket on Snowy"s back.
"My great-great cousin twice removed said constancy was greatly to be admired," declared Pisky. "Don"t make salt-drops, Thing dear: my very const.i.tution shrinks from the thought of salt-drops . . . And can you come and straighten me up? I don"t want to lose my snails."
I laughed through my tears. "Dear friends," I said, "you are idiots, and I love you! Who cares about Rusty Knights, anyway?" And we camped just across the road and I made an extra effort to give them a very special midday meal, even scrabbling under leaves to find insects Puddy could share with Pisky and letting Moglet and Corby have one of the pig"s feet we had bought the day before. I drank the last of the goat"s milk and even doled out a little fresh cheese to the others. By now it was darkening, and I gave Snowy an apple.
"Shall we move on a bit?"
He scrunched contentedly. "We can camp for the night right here. The night will be fine and we can build a fire without fear of pa.s.sers-by: the road is empty of strangers."