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СI am, at that.Т Niffa blushed as red as the coals. СI never were truly ill.Т
When Jahdo stared in puzzlement, Gwira laughed.
СYour sister be a woman now, young Jahdo, and thatТs all you need to know about it. ItТs needful for us to set about finding her a husband soon.Т
Vague boyish rumours of blood and the phases of the moon made Jahdo blush as hard as his sister. He slung the basket onto the table and ran into the bedchamber. At one end of the narrow room lay the jumble of blankets and straw mattresses that he, his elder brother, and his sister slept upon, while at the other stood the maze of wooden pens, strewn with more of the same straw, where the ferrets lived. Since his parents were out hunting, only one ferret, a pregnant female, was at home and surprisingly enough awake in the daytime, scooting on her bottom across the straw as if sheТd just relieved herself. Jahdo leaned over her slab-sided pen, built high enough to keep the other ferrets out and away from her tangled ball of a nest, all heaped up straw and scraps of cloth. Tck-tek deigned to allow him to stroke her soft fur, then reached out her front paws in a long stretch, casually swiping her bottom across his fingers to mark him as hers.
СOh ych, Tek!Т Jahdo wiped his hand on his trousers, then remembered the pewter trinket in his pocket. СHereТs somewhat for your hoard.Т
When he dropped the disk in, she sniffed it, then hooked the thong with her fangs and, head held high to drag her prize, waddled back to her nest and tucked it safely away. Some ferrets were worse than magpies, stealing shiny things to wad up with rags and bits of old leather into a treasure-ball. They liked socks, too, and stole belt buckles if you didnТt watch them, dragging them belt and all into their nests.
As promised, his parents came home not long after, bent under their burdens of caged ferrets and damp traps. Dark-haired Lael, going grey in his beard and moustaches, was a tall man, built like a blacksmith, or so everyone said, while blonde Dera was a mere wisp of a woman even now, after sheТd borne three healthy children and two that had died in infancy. Yet somehow, when she got in one of her rages, no one thought of her as slight or frail, and her blue eyes always snapped with some new passion or other.
СBack, are you?Т Lael said with a nod at Jahdo. СHelp me with the weasels.Т
They carried the cages into the bedroom and opened them one at a time, grabbing each ferret and slipping off its tiny leather hood. As much as they hated the hoods, the ferrets always seemed to hate having them off even more, twisting round and grunting in your lap. For creatures that weighed no more than five pounds at the absolute most, they could be surprisingly strong. Jahdo got the first pair unhooded easily enough, but their biggest hob, Ambo, was always a battle, a frantic wiggle of pushing paws.
СNow hold still!Т Jahdo snapped. СI do know you do hate it, but thereТs naught I can do about it! Here, just let me get the knot undone. ItТs needful for you to wear them, you know. What if you ate a big meal and then fell asleep in the walls? WeТd never get you back, and youТd get eaten yourself by one of the dog packs or suchlike. Now hold still! There! Ye gods!Т
Free at last Ambo shook his sable length and chittered, pausing to rub himself on JahdoТs arm, all affection now that his work day was over. He backed up for a running start, then leapt and pranced, jigging round JahdoТs ankles. When the boy could finally catch him, he dumped Ambo into the common pen, where the ferret began rummaging round in the straw on some weaselly concern. Dera came in with clean water in a big pottery dish and a wooden bowl of scraps of jerky. She set them down inside the common pen, then laid down some fine chopped meat for Tek-tek.
СFood for you later,Т she announced to Jahdo.
СIs Gwira still here, Mam?Т
СShe is. Why? DonТt you feel well?Т
СNaught like that. I just did wonder.Т
СWell, then, donТt stand in the straw like a lump! Come out and see for yourself.Т
Jahdo followed her out to find his elder brother home, sitting at the far end of the big table and sharing a tankard of beer with Lael. The eldest of the three and almost a man, really, Kiel was a handsome boy, with yellow hair like their motherТs, and almost as tall as their father, but slender, with unusually long and delicate fingers as well. At the nearer end of the table, the herbwoman stood, picking over the herbs Jahdo had brought back.
СBe those herbs good?Т he asked.
СPerfectly fine, indeed,Т Gwira said.
The herbwoman stayed to dinner that night, sitting down at the end of the table next to Dera and across from Niffa, where they could all gossip over their sauced pork and bread about possible husbands, while Lael mostly listened, voicing only the occasional concerned opinion about one suitor or another. Kiel and Jahdo pretended indifference, but at the same time, they said not one word to each other, either, lest they miss something. As the second oldest person in Cerr Cawnen, Gwira knew a good bit about most everyone,
СWell now, with your pretty face,Т the old woman said at last, Сyou might nock an arrow for high-flying game, young Niffa. Councilman VerrarcТs been known to stop by here for a word or two on occasion.Т
СHe does come to see Mam, and IТd not be marrying him if he were the last man left alive under the moon.Т
Although Niffa spoke quietly, cold steel rang in her voice.
СI doubt me if heТd marry a ratter, love.Т Dera broke in. СSo donТt you worry.Т
СHeТs like reaching into a pond and touching a big old slimy newt. I hate him.Т
Dera and Lael both raised an eyebrow at this outburst. Niffa buried her nose in her cup of watered ale.
СWell, there was that scandal.Т Gwira said. СHim and that Raena woman, the chief speakerТs wife from over in Penli.Т
СThat near cost us the alliance, it did,Т Lad said. СA lot of us might not vote for the young cub again, I tell you, after that botch.Т
СWorse for her, it were,Т Gwira broke in. СHer husband did put her aside, didnТt he? Who knows what happened to the poor woman after that?Т
СIf the young cub did want her as much as all that,Т Lael growled, Сhe might have married her decently when he had the chance.Т
СI hear Raena did go back to her people in the north in shame.Т Dera turned thoughtful. СBut I donТt know. It takes two to twist a rope, I always say, and there was somewhat about that woman I never did like. I doubt me if she were but an innocent little chick to VerroТs fox, like.Т
СUm, well, mayhap.Т Gwira pursed her lips. СOur Niffa might not be able to do better when it come to coin and calling, but thereТs no doubt about it, she can do much better when it come to character. IТll be putting some thought into this, over the next few days, like.Т
СThink of Demet,Т Niffa mumbled. СThe weaverТs second son.Т
Everyone laughed, relaxing. Gwira nodded slowly.
СNot a bad choice heТd be. Good steady man, his father, and prosperous, too.Т
Jahdo laid his spoon down in his bowl. All this talk of Councilman Verrarc had made him feel sick to his stomach, and cold all over, as well. He should tell Gwira how he felt, he knew, should tell her about - about what? There was some incident he wanted to tell her, just because she was old and wiser than anyone else in town. Something about some event out in the meadow. HadnТt something scary happened? Yet he couldnТt quite remember what it was, and the moment passed beyond returning.
Yet, not two days later, the boy recovered a brief glimmering of the memory, though not enough to save him. Early on that particular morning, Dera sent Jahdo over to town to claim some eggs and meat that one of the townsfolk owed them.
СYour Da be across, too, love,Т she said. СSee if you can find him when youТre done.Т
Jahdo had rowed about halfway across the lake, his back turned to his destination, of course, when he saw the ceremonial barge pushing off from Citadel and heading his way. With a few quick strokes he moved off its course and rested at his oars while the squat barge slipped past, painted all silver and red, riding low in the water. In the middle stood a false mast to display the yellow and green banners of Cerr Cawnen, which hung lazily in the warm summer air. At the bow clustered a group of men in rich clothing, embroidered linen shirts belted over knee-length trousers, the common style in this part of the world, with short cloaks thrown back from their shoulders. Jewels and gold winked in the rising sun.
As the barge slid past, Jahdo saw Councilman Verrarc standing at the rail. His heart thudded once as the councilman looked his way. Since only some fifteen feet separated them, Jahdo could cleaily see that Verrarc had noticed him, that the councilman frowned, too, and turned to keep him in view for a minute or two after the barge went past, Again Jahdo felt his mouth turn parched, and the sensation made him remember his meadow fear and the image of a woman, wrapped in black and hissing as she spoke. Yet all the boy knew was that in some obscure way VerrarcТs image had sparked the memory. With a cold shudder he forced the recollection away and rowed on to town.
The family who owed them for the ratting, the Widow Suka and her son, had slaughtered a goat just the day before. Some hundred feet from the lakeТs edge, her house perched on a erannog piled up so many hundreds of years before that the construction had turned into a real island, with trees and topsoil of its own, a little garden, and a pen for goats, which, every day in summer, the widowТs son rowed over to the mainland for the grazing. While she nestled eggs safely in the straw in JahdoТs basket and wrapped chunks of goat up in cabbage leaves, Jahdo strolled to the edge of the erannog and looked over to shore.
Down by the gates in the wall a crowd of people stood round, all staring toward the gate itself. Jahdo could just pick out the tall form of Councilman Verrarc toward the front of the mob.
СNow whatТs that?Т Suka said. СLooks like a merchant caravanТs coming in.Т
СIt does, truly. Ooh, I wonder where theyТve been?Т
СIf you want to go see, lad, IТll keep the food here and cool for you.Т
Leaving the boat behind, Jahdo made his way to shore on foot, hopping from log to log. He arrived at the edge of the crowd just as the gates swung wide and a line of men and mules began to file through. Since he was the shortest person in the crowd, Jahdo couldnТt see a thing. For a few minutes he trotted this way and that, hoping to find a way to squeeze through to the front, decided that he might as well give it up, then heard muttering and oaths from the front of the crowd. The press began to surge backwards, men swearing and stepping back fast though without turning to look where they were going. Jahdo tried to run, nearly fell, nearly panicked, and cried out.
СHere, lad!Т Lael grabbed him. This be a bit dangerous for someone your size. Hang on, and IТll lift you up.Т
СDa! I didnТt even see you.Т
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