Vows And Honor Book 1: The Oathbound

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  that's one reason why some of them are willing to

  become mage-familiars. Another is gender. Or lack

  of."

  "Get'ke?"

  "Kyree throw three kinds of cubs—male, female,

  and neuter. The neuters really don't have much to

  do in pack-life, so they're more inclined to wander

  off and see the world."

  Kethry broke off, staring over Tarma's shoulder.

  Tarma turned.

  In the opening of the tree-circle where the road

  turned into the paved "court" was—something. It

  looked lupine—it had a wolf-type head, anyway.

  But it was so damn big!

  Kethry pulled herself to her feet and half-stumbled

  to the entrance. "If you come in the Name of the

  Powers of Light, enter freely," she croaked, "If not,

  be you gone."

  The thing bowed its head gravely, and padded

  into the circle. There it stood, looking first at Kethry,

  then at Tarma; deliberately, measuringly.

  I bond to you, said a deep voice in the back of

  Tarma's head.

  Once again she nearly jumped out of her skin.

  "Li'sa'eer!" she choked, backing a few paces away

  from the thing. "What?"

  I bond to you, warrior. We are alike, we two; both

  warriors for the Light, both—celibate— The voice in

  her head had a feeling of amusement about the

  choice of the last word. It is fit we be soul-bonded.

  Besides, Lady of Power—he turned to look at Kethry,

  —you do not need me. You have the spirit-sword. But

  you—he turned his huge eyes back to Tarma,—YOU

  need me.

  "She'enedra," Tarma said tightly, keeping a firm

  grip on her nerves, "What in hell am I supposed to

  do? He says he wants me!"

  "Oh, my Lady Bright—what a bloody mess! It

  could only happen to me! Give in," Kethry stag-

  gered to her bedroll and half-collapsed into it, laugh-

  ing weakly. "A day and a night of spell-casting, and

  what happens? My familiar decides he'd rather

  bond to my partner! Lady Bright—if it weren't so

  damned funny I think I'd kill you both!"

  "But what am I supposed to do?"

  You could try talking to me.

  Tarma gulped, and approached the beast cau-

  tiously. It sat at its ease, tongue lolling out in a kind

  of grin. She could sense his amusement at her ap-

  prehension in the back of her mind. Curiously, that

  seemed to make her fear vanish.

  "Well," she said at last, after several long mo-

  ments of trying to think of something appropriate.

  "I'm Tarma."

  And I—am Warrl. The creature lay down on the

  pavement, and cocked its head to one side. Its—no,

  his; it might have been a "neuter" but there was a

  distinctly masculine feeling to him—his eyes caught

  the moonlight and reflected greenishly.

  "I'm not quite sure what I should do about you,"

  she confessed. "I mean I'm no mage—what's the

  next move?"

  You might start by offering me something to eat,

  Warrl said, I've come a long way, and I'm hungry. Do

  I smell meat-bars? There was something in his men-

  tal sending that was so like a child begging for a

  sweet that Tarma had to laugh.

  "You do, my friend," she replied, rising to get

  one for him. "And if you like them as much as I

  dislike them, I have the feeling we're going to suit

  each other very well indeed!"

  Six

  They were fortunate; almost as soon as they

  emerged from the Pelagirs, they were able to

  find a short-term job as escorts. A scrawny, middle-

  aged man sought them at their inn within hours of

  when they had posted themselves at the Mercenar-

  ies' Guild and paid their fees.

  "You'll be providing protection for my new bride,"

  their employer, an hereditary knight who didn't

  look capable of lifting his ancestral blade, much

  less using it, told Tarma. "I will be remaining here

  for a month or more to consolidate my interests

  with Darthela's father, but I wish her to make the

  journey to Fromish now, before winter weather sets

  in."

  "Are we to be the only guards?" Tarma asked, a

  little doubtfully. She shifted on the wooden bench

  uncomfortably, and wished Kethry was here in-

  stead of visiting the tiny White Winds enclave she'd

  ferreted out. She could have used the sorceress'

  quick wits right now.

  "I'm afraid so," he replied with a sheepish smile.

  "To be brutally frank, Swordlady, my house is in

  rather impoverished condition at the moment. I

  couldn't afford to take any of my servants away

  from the harvesting to serve as guards for her, and

  I can't afford to hire more than the two of you. And

  before you ask, my bride's retinue is confined to

  one handmaiden. Her dower is to be in things less

  tangible, but ultimately more profitable, than im-

  mediate cash."

  Tarma decided that she liked him. The smile had

  been genuine, and his frankness with a pair of

  hirelings rather touching.

  Of course, she thought wryly, that could just be to

  convince us that the fair Darthela won't have much

  with her worth stealing.

  "I'll tell you what we can do to narrow the odds

  against us a bit," Tarma offered. "I can arrange to

  set out a little later than you asked us, so that we're

  about half a day behind that spice-trader. Anybody

  looking for booty is likely to go for him and miss

  us."

  "But what about wild beasts?" he asked, looking

  concerned. "Won't they have been attracted to the

  campsites by the trader's leavings?"

  Tarma's estimation of him rose a notch. She had

  been picturing him as so likely to have his nose in a

  book all the time that he had little notion of the

  realities of the road.

  "Wild beasts are the one problem we won't have,"

  she replied. "You're getting a bargain, you know—

  you aren't actually getting two guards, you're get-

  ting three."

  At her unspoken call, Warrl inched out from un-

  der the bar where he'd been drowsing, stretched

  lazily, and opened enormous jaws in a yawn big

  enough to take in a whole melon. Sir Skolte re-

  garded the kyree with astonishment and a little

  alarm.

  "Bright Lord of Hosts!" he exclaimed, inching

  away a little. "What is that?"

  "My partner calls him a kyree, and his name is

  Warrl."

  "A Pelagir Hills kyree? No wonder you aren't

  worried about beasts!" The knight rubbed a hand

  across his balding pate, and looked relieved. "I am

  favored by your acquaintance, Sirrah Warrl. And

  grateful for your services."

  Warrl nodded graciously and returned to his rest-

  ing place beneath the bar. This close to the Hills,

  the innmaster and his help were fairly familiar

  with the kyree kind—and when Warrl had helped to

  break up a bar-fight within moments of the t
rio's

  arrival, he had earned their gratitude and a place of

  honor. And no few spiced sausages while he rested

  there.

  Tarma was pleased with the knight's ready ac-

  ceptance of her companion, and finalized the trans-

  action with him then and there. By the time Kethry

  returned, she had already taken care of supplies for

  the next day.

  They appeared at the house of the bride's father

  precisely at noon the next day, ready to go. Sir

  Skolte met them at the gate—which was something

  of a surprise to Kethry.

  "I—rather expected you would send a servant to

  wait for us," Kethry told him, covering her confu-

  sion quickly, but not so quickly that Tarma didn't

  spot it.

  "Darthela has been insisting that I 'properly in-

  troduce' you," he replied, a rather wry smile on his

  thin lips. "That isn't the sort of thing one leaves to

  a servant. I confess that she has been most eager to

  meet you."

  Tarma caught her partner's quizzical glance and

  shrugged.

  The odd comment was explained when they fi-

  nally met the fair young bride; she entered the

  room all flutters and coquettishness, which affecta-

  tions she dropped as soon as she saw that her es-

  corts were female. She made no effort to hide her

  disappointment, and left "to pack" within moments.

  "Now I see why you hired us instead of that pair

  of Barengians," Tarma couldn't help but say, sti-

  fling laughter.

  Sir Skolte shrugged eloquently. "I won't deny I'm

  a bit of a disappointment for her," he replied cyni-

  cally. "But beggars can't be choosers. She's the sixth

  in a set of seven daughters, and her father was so

  pleased at being able to make trade bargains with

  me in lieu of dower that he almost threw her at me.

  Fortunately, my servants are all uglier than I am."

  The look in his eye told Tarma that Darthela was

  going to have to be a great deal cleverer than she

  appeared to be if she intended to cuckold this fellow.

  But then again . ..

  "Tell me, are folk around here acquainted with

  the tale of 'Bloody Carthar's Fourteen Wives?' Or

  'Meralis and the Werebeast?' "

  He shook his head. "I would say I know most of

  the tales we hear in these parts by heart, and those

  don't sound familiar."

  "Then we'll see if we can't incline Darthela's

  mind a bit more in an appropriate direction," Kethry

  said, taking her cue from the two stories Tarma

  had mentioned. "We'll be a week in traveling, and

  stories around the campfire are always welcome,

  no?"

  "What—oh, I see!" Sir Skolte began to laugh heart-

  ily. "Now, more than ever, I am very glad to have

  met you! Ladies, if you are ever looking for work

  again, I shall give you the highest recommendations—

  especially to aging men with pretty young wives!"

  That took them from Lythecare to Fromish, on

  the eastbound roads. In Fromish they ran into old

  friends—Ikan and Justin.

  "Hey-la! Look who we have here!" Tarma would

  have known that voice in a mob; in the half-empty

  tavern it was as welcome as a word from the tents.

  She leapt up from her seat to catch Justin's fore-

  arm in a welcoming clasp. And not more than a

  pace behind him came Ikan.

  They got themselves sorted out, and the two new-

  comers gave their orders to the serving boy before

  settling at Tarma's table.

  "Well, what brings you ladies to these benighted

  parts?" Ikan asked, shaking hair out of his guileless

  eyes. "Last we saw, you were headed south."

  "Looking for work," Tarma replied shortly. "We

  did get home but ... well, we decided, what with

  one thing and another, to go professional. Even got

  our Guild tags." She pulled the thong holding the

  little copper medal out of her tunic to display it for

  them.

  "I thought you two didn't work in winter," Kethry

  said in puzzlement.

  "It isn't winter yet, at least not according to our

  employers. Last caravan of the season. Say—we

  might be able to do each other a favor, though."

  Justin eyed the two women with speculation. "You

  say you're Guild members now? Lord and Lady,

  the Luck is with us, for certain!"

  "Why?"

  "We've got two guards down with flux—and it

  does not look good. We want out of here before the

  snows close in, but we daren't go shorthanded and

  I don't trust the scum that's been turning up, hop-

  ing to get hired on in their places. But you two—"

  "Three," Tarma corrected, as Warrl shambled

  out of the kitchen where he'd been enjoying meat

  scraps and the antics of the innkeeper's two children.

  "Hey-la! A kyree!" Ikan exclaimed in delight.

  "Even better!"

  "Shieldbrother," Justin lounged back in his chair

  with an air of complete satisfaction, "I will never

  doubt your conjuring of the Luck again. And to-

  night the drink's on me!"

  The nervous jewel merchants were only too

  pleased to find replacements that could be vouched

  for by their most trusted guard-chiefs. They were

  even happier when they learned that one of the two

  was Shin'a'in and the other a mage. Kethry more

  than earned her pay on that trip, preventing a thief-

  mage from substituting bespelled glass for the ru-

  bies and sapphires they had just traded for.

  They left the merchants before they returned to

  Mornedealth, Kethry not particularly wanting to

  revisit quite yet. Ikan and Justin did their best to

  persuade them otherwise, but to no avail.

  "You could stay at the Broken Sword. Tarma

  could keep drilling us like she did last year," Justin

  coaxed. "And Cat would dearly love to see you.

  She's set herself up as a weapons merchant."

  "No ... I want things to cool down a little more,"

  Kethry said. "And frankly, we need to earn our-

  selves a reputation and a pretty good stake, and we

  won't do that sitting around in Mornedealth all

  winter."

  "You," Ikan put in, a speculative gleam in his

  eyes, "have got more in mind than earning the kind

  of cozy docket we have. Am I right, or no?"

  "You're right," Tarma admitted.

  "So? What've you got in mind?"

  "Schools—or rather a school, with both of us teach-

  ing what we're best at."

  "You'll need more than a good stake and a rep—

  you'll need property. Some kind of big building,

  stables, maybe a real indoor training area—and a

  good library, warded research areas, and neighbors

  who aren't too fussy about what you conjure."

  "Gods, I hadn't thought that far, but you're right,"

  Tarma said with chagrin. "Sounds as if what we

  want is on the order of a manor house."

  "Which means you'd better start thinking in terms

  of working for a noble with p
roperty to grant once

  you get that rep. A crowned head would be best."

  Justin looked at both of them soberly. "That's not

  as unlikely as you might think; a combination like

  you two is rare even among men; sword and magic

  in concert are worth any ten straight swordsmen,

  however good. Add to it that you're female—think

  about it. Say you've got a monarch needing body-

  guards; who'd check out his doxy and her servant ?

  There's a lot of ways you could parlay yourself into

  becoming landed, and Keth's already ennobled."

  "But for now . .." Kethry said.

  "For now you've got to earn that rep. Just bear in

  mind that what you're going after is far from

  impossible."

  "Can we—ask you for advice now and again?"

  Kethry asked. "Justin, you sound to me as if you've

  figured some of this out for yourselves."

  "He did," his partner grinned. "Or rather, we

  did. But we decided that it was too big a field for

  the two of us to hope to plow. So we settled for

  making ourselves indispensable to the Jewel Mer-

  chant's Guild. Fact is, we've also been keeping our

  eyes out for somebody like you two. We aren't going

  to be young forever, and we figured on talking some-

  body into taking us on at their new school as in-

  structors before we got so old our bones creaked

  every time we lunged." He winked at Kethry.

  Tarma stared. "You really think we have a chance

  of pulling this off?"

 

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