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Zindrщ gestured broadly and stared into the bowl before replying, The magic is strange, of a kind I have never seen, and that neither wizards nor witches know. It will both be yours and not be yours. You will roam free, unfettered, and you will be a champion of the lost and forlorn, honored by the dead and those yet unborn. That should sound vague and mysterious enough to suit anyone.
From the corner of her eye she saw her granddaughter clearly signing to ease up a little; Zindrщ reviewed what she had just said and decided the girl was right, she had been getting carried away. As for where, she said, I see a long road stretching before me, but just which road it might be I cannot say.
Kelders disappointment showed on his face. The granddaughter broke in.
Excuse me, she said, but that makes fifteen bits, and you only paid a single round; Ill need another before you ask my grandmother any more questions.
Kelder turned, startled, and stared at her, open-mouthed.
She held out a hand.
Abashed, Kelder dug in the purse at his belt and pulled out another copper round. Thats all I have, he said.
That leaves one bit, the girl said. Do you want change, or one more question? My grandmother will answer one more at discount.
Another question, Kelder said immediately.
Think well before you speak, then, Kelder of Shulara, Zindrщ intoned.
Kelder thought.
Tell me about the girl Ill marry, he said at last.
Zindrщ nodded. She will be bright and beautiful, with a laugh like birdsong, she said, with a magic all her own. You will bring her to your home in pride and delight, and spend your life with her in joy. That one was easy; it was a standard question, and she had used that standard reply a hundred times, at least.
Children? Kelder asked.
Money? the granddaughter demanded.
Woebegone, Kelder admitted, I dont have any more.
It matters not, Zindrщ said quickly. The vision dims; the spell is fading away. I could tell you little more in any case. She picked up a green cloth and dropped it neatly over the crystal bowl.
Oh, Kelder said. Reluctantly, he stood.
The granddaughter gestured toward the door of the hut, and Kelder, with a polite little bow, departed. The girl escorted him out, and closed the door behind him.
When the door was shut the girl said, I guess he believed it.
Of course he did! said Zindrщ, bustling about, adjusting the hangings on the walls and straightening candles that had slumped as the wax melted unevenly. Are there any more?
No, the girl said. You know, Grandma, I still dont understand how we can get away with thiscantanybody tell real magic from lies?
Those that can, Zindrщ said complacently, dont come to us in the first place.
Outside, in the gathering dusk, Kelder found two of his sisters chattering with the smiths daughter, near the forge. Where haveyou been? Salla demanded, as her little brother ran up.
Talking to the seer, he said.
All three girls turned to stare at him. Oh, Kelder, you didnt, Edara said.
Didnt what? Kelder asked defensively.
You didnt spend all your money on that charlatan!
No, I didnt! Kelder replied angrily.
How muchdid you spend? Salla asked.
Not that much, he said.
Howmuch?
Two rounds, he admitted.
Oh, Kelder! Edara sighed.
Magic is expensive! he protested.
Kelder, Salla told him, she doesnt have any more magic thanI do! Shes an old fake! A liar!
No, she isnt!
Yes, she is! Shes here every year, and none of her predictions have ever come true.
Notyet, maybe, Kelder said.
Never,Kelder. Shes a fake. None of what she told you is going to come true.
Yes, it will, Kelder said. You just wait and see! He turned away, hurt and angry, and muttered to himself, Itwill come true.
A moment later he added, Illmake it come true.
Chapter One
Kelder sat down on the grassy hilltop and set his pack down beside him. The gods were pouring darkness across the sky, now that the sun was below the horizon, and it was, in his considered opinion, time to stop for the night.
This would be the third night since he had left homeand by the feel of it, the coldest yet. Which was quite unfair; this was spring, after all, and the days were supposed to be getting warmer, not colder.
He looked down the slope at the road below, still faintly visible in the gathering gloom as a pale strip of bare dirt between the dark expanses of grass on either side. On the near side that grass was at the foot of the hill he sat upon, while on the opposite side, the north, the land flattened out remarkably.
He was beyond the hills, at any rate.
This was cattle country, so there were no tilled fields to be seen, and at this hour all the livestock had gone home, wherever home might be. The road below was the only work of human origin anywhere in sight.
Kelder was pretty sure that that road was the Great Highway. He stared at it in disappointment.
It was not at all what he had expected.