It would also impress Irith, which he wouldn't mind at all. He could be a hero to this little girl and her dead brother, at any rate, and without slaying any dragons or doing anything else all that dangerous.
“Maybe,” he said hesitantly, “maybe we could get his head back somehow.”
“Are you crazy?" Irith said, even as Asha looked up at Kelder with dawning hope in her eyes.
That was not the reaction Kelder had hoped for. “I don't think so,” he replied, a bit defensively. “I mean, why couldn't we? They don't need them all, just for display!”
Irith frowned, opened her mouth, then closed it again.
“You are crazy,” she said.
Kelder glowered at her—this was not at all the reaction he had expected, but he was not about to back down now in front of Asha, after getting her hopes up—and especially not with part of the prophecy at stake. “It wouldn't hurt to ask," he said. “What harm could it do? You know that the caravan is here in town, we both saw it...”
Asha suddenly became very attentive indeed, and Irith sighed.
“Listen,” she said, “the whole thing is insane, but if you've just got to try it, take some time to think it over, all right? You don't want to be roaming the streets of Angarossa at night, and I'm not going to tell you how to get there from here. Let's just wait until morning, and if Asha's still here and you still want to try it, we can talk then.”
“All right,” Kelder agreed. The idea of dashing out into the night was not very appealing, once he stopped to consider it, and this sounded like an excellent compromise.
“But what do I do tonight?" Asha wailed.
Kelder looked down at her, then across at Irith.
Irith's hair was gleaming golden in the lamplight; her white tunic had somehow managed to stay clean on the road, and that and her pale skin made her look like an island of light against the dark wood paneling behind her. He and she would be taking a room at the inn, of course—it would use up almost half of his remaining funds, he estimated, but that didn't seem important. He had been looking forward to sharing a room with her again.
The shapeshifter nodded slightly. Kelder sighed. There were, he now saw, some serious drawbacks to being a champion of the lost and forlorn.
“You can stay with us tonight,” he said, reluctantly.
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Chapter Eight
There were times during the night when Kelder seriously considered trying to approach Irith, despite the little girl curled up beside the sleeping shapeshifter, but he resisted the temptation. He woke several times, as he was unaccustomed to sleeping on a wooden floor; there was only one bed, and Asha and Irith were sharing that. Each time he woke, he thought over the situation and stayed where he was.
It was easier after the candle had burned out, and he could no longer see the graceful curve of Irith's body on the bed.
When he awoke for the day, not particularly well rested, Irith was already up and dressed and gazing out the window. Asha was still asleep, curled into a tight little ball on the bed.
Judging by the light, it was an hour or more after dawn—Kelder felt vaguely guilty about sleeping so late, but since he had certainly not slept well, perhaps it balanced out.
“Should we wake her?” Irith asked in a whisper, gesturing toward the bed.
“No,” Kelder said. “Let her sleep. The poor girl must have been exhausted. She should be safe at home, not out walking the highway.”
Irith nodded agreement. “It's awful about her brother, isn't it?”
Kelder nodded in return. “What about breakfast?” he asked.
“I haven't done anything about it yet,” she replied.
“I'll go see what's to be had, then,” Kelder suggested.
“Do that,” Irith agreed.
Kelder found his way downstairs. In the dining room a dozen people were eating—most of them, he noticed, just finishing up. Larsi spotted Kelder as he looked around. “Are you and the Flyer ready to eat, then?” she asked. “I suppose you worked up an appetite last night.”
Kelder started to make a defensive answer mentioning Asha's presence, but thought better of it. After all, when they had taken the room they had said it was for two, not three, and an extra charge was not inconceivable.
Instead, he simply said, “No, we didn't.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “But we'd like breakfast, anyway.”
“Well, you're in luck; the chickens were laying well today, and I've got four eggs left. There's salt ham, and pears, and plenty more. Eggs, ham, and tea for a copper round. Do you want a tray for your room, or will you eat down here?”
“Is there a charge for the tray?” Kelder asked.
Larsi smiled. “Well, now that you mention it, yes,” she admitted, “but it's only two bits.”
“We'll eat down here, then,” he said. “I'll be right back.” He turned, and headed back to the room.
He knocked, in case one of the girls was using the chamberpot or otherwise in want of privacy, and then entered.
Asha was still curled up asleep; Irith was gone.
Puzzled, Kelder looked around, but she was indisputably not to be found anywhere in the little room. He stepped back out into the passageway, but there was no sign of her there, either, and he could see no exit save the stairs he had taken.
He had never gotten past the foot of those stairs; she could not have slipped past him unseen.
He stepped back in the room and looked around again, and this time noticed the open window.
They were on the inn's upper floor, a good ten feet above the ground, and it was a very small window, but Irith had her magic. Kelder doubted he could squeeze through the opening himself, but Irith was thinner than he was, and once she was halfway out she could have grown wings easily enough.
He crossed the room and looked out.
The wall below the window was not sheer; there was a narrow ledge a foot or so down, but it was much too narrow for a person to stand on. From there to the ground the wall was smooth dressed stone.
The alley below was muddy—apparently it had rained at some point in the night—but there were no footprints.
If Irith had left by the window, she must have flown. He leaned out, so as to see past the overhanging eaves, and studied the sky. He could see no sign of her, but that meant little, given his limited area of view.
He shrugged and ducked back inside, whacking his head loudly on the frame. He swore.
Asha was still soundly asleep. He marvelled at her ability to slumber so long and so soundly.
Irith had said he should see about breakfast, so presumably she wouldn't be gone long. He sat down on the edge of the bed to wait.
Sitting and doing nothing, when one is recently awakened and hungry, is not much fun. Kelder looked around, bored, but there was nothing of any interest in the little room. At least, nothing except Asha. He studied her face as she lay sleeping.
She was a skinny little thing, and he realized suddenly that the big dark area on one cheek that he had taken for a smudge of dirt was a half-healed bruise. He leaned over and looked her over more closely.
She was wearing only a cotton shift; he lifted the sheet and investigated.
Her arms bore bruises old and new; so did her legs, and, he saw with dismay, her throat. There were old scars on her legs, as well—something had done considerably worse than mere bruises once.
Kelder frowned, and pulled the sheet back in place.
“Is something wrong?” Irith asked.
Kelder started, and whirled.
She was standing by the window, looking just as if she had never left.
“I didn't see you come in,” he said. He hadn't heard wings, either, he realized.
“You weren't supposed to,” she replied, smiling.
He smiled back, a little uneasily. Marriage to Irith would probably be full of surprises. “Breakfast downstairs any time you're ready,” he said.
Her smile
vanished. “Thank you,” she said, “but I think we might want to skip it.”
“Why?” he asked, startled.
“Because the caravan has already left, and I think they're already out of sight of Angarossa Castle; at least, I couldn't see them anywhere, and the stablemaster at the caravanserai said they left over an hour ago.”
“How far did you look?” Kelder asked.
She shrugged. “I didn't go very high,” she admitted. “I didn't want to attract too much attention. But I can't see them from the roof of the inn.”
Kelder frowned again. He looked down at Asha, up at Irith, past her at the window.
“Forget it,” he said. “We'll catch up with them eventually. She needs her rest, and I need breakfast.”
“All right,” Irith said, with evident relief. “I didn't really want to argue with them about somebody's head, anyway.” She made a face at the thought.
Kelder noticed that she seemed to have concluded that they would be leaving the caravan alone, which was neither what he had said nor what he had intended, but he didn't bother to correct her.
“All right,” he said. “Let's go eat.” He saw Irith glance toward Asha, and added, “Let her sleep.”
Irith nodded, and the two of them walked downstairs, hand in hand.
As they ate, Kelder considered the signs of battering on Asha's body. Had Irith noticed them? Were the bandits responsible? If not, who was? Were those marks the reason she had left home, and why she would not speak of it?
“What will happen to the bodies?” he asked Irith.
She looked up from her egg. “What?” she asked.
“The bodies of the bandits—the caravan just left them all lying there by the highway. What will happen to them?”
Irith shrugged. "I don't know,” she said. “I guess they'll just lie there.”
“Until they rot?”
She shrugged again.
“That won't make that stretch of highway very pleasant,” Kelder pointed out.
Reluctantly, Irith answered, “There are ... well, you know, animals and stuff.”
That was even worse. “Shouldn't someone do something about them?” Kelder asked.
“Like who?” Irith asked. “I mean, if they have families somewhere and they find out, I guess they could do something, or maybe if King Caren decides it's a good idea his soldiers could bury them or something.”
“What about Asha's brother?” The idea of doing a good deed, of freeing the trapped soul, still appealed to Kelder.
“What about Asha's brother? Are you really going to try to do something about him? Kelder, the caravan is gone, they aren't there, and I don't think they left her brother's head sitting on a table somewhere!”
“We can catch up with them,” Kelder insisted. “They don't move very fast.”
“And if we do that, what's going to be happening to the rest of him? I mean, gross, Kelder!”
“Maybe we could go back and do something...”
“And then the caravan will get so far ahead we'll never catch it, and it isn't any of our business anyway, Kelder, so just forget it, all right?”
“No,” said an unsteady voice from behind.
Irith turned; Asha was standing on the stairs in her shift, listening to them.
“Oh...” Irith said.
“Asha, don't worry,” Kelder said quickly. “Look, we can go back and build a cairn over your brother's body to keep it safe, and then we can go catch the caravan and get his head back—they're headed for Shan, same as we are, so we're bound to catch up with them somewhere. I mean, there's only the one Great Highway.”
“Build a what?" Irith asked.
“A cairn. Like a box made of rocks, I mean. Isn't that called a cairn?”
“I don't know,” Irith said, “I never heard of anything like that. Do they do that in Shulara?”
“No,” Kelder said, “but I heard about it in an old story about an enchanted princess.”
“What kind of story?” Irith asked suspiciously.
“Just a story my grandmother told me,” Kelder said.
“It sounds weird to me,” Irith replied dubiously.
“We should do it,” Asha said.
Kelder nodded agreement.
Irith looked from one to the other, and then announced, “You're both crazy, but all right, we'll do it.”
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Chapter Nine
Irith eyed the structure critically.
“So I never built a cairn before,” Kelder said defensively. “I don't see you helping much.”
“I never even heard of a cairn before,” Irith said, tossing her hair, “and I think the whole idea is stupid. I wish I still hadn't heard of one.”
Asha staggered up holding another rock, one she could barely carry. Kelder quickly took it, then looked over the stone oval, trying to decide where to place it.
“Are we just going to leave all Abden's friends lying here?” Asha asked, as Kelder set the stone in place.
Kelder looked around at the mutilated corpses, wrinkling his nose at the sight and the stink, and then said, “Yes.”
Asha shrugged. “All right,” she said. “I just thought I'd ask.”
“Go find another stone,” Kelder told her.
“This is stupid,” Irith said, sitting down cross-legged on the grass. “And boring, too. How are you going to make it cover him without falling in and squashing him?”
“I thought I could make it arch over,” Kelder said.
Irith grimaced.
Kelder frowned. “I don't think it's going to work,” he admitted. He looked around, as if hoping to find inspiration.
All he saw was headless, decaying corpses, and an equal number of dead horses. The horses, at any rate, mostly still had their heads attached.
Irith, too, looked around, wrinkling her nose. “Ick,” she said. “I hate to say it, but what if you used some of the saddles to cover him, and then covered those with rocks? They look stiff enough to work.”
Kelder considered the matter, then nodded.
“That should work,” he said. He headed for the nearest horse. “I'm surprised nobody's taken the saddles yet.”
Irith shrugged. “Looting corpses isn't much fun,” she said. “Probably most people who pass this way have better things to do. Besides, they might be worried about getting cursed or something. But even with the smell, and curses or not, I bet you won't find any purses here any more.”
Kelder looked up from the cinch-strap he was tugging at. “Do you think there might really be any curses here?” he asked.
“Don't be silly,” she said. “Why would anyone curse us for trying to help a little girl give her brother a proper funeral?”
Kelder had no answer for that; besides, he was discovering that pulling a thick leather strap out from under a dead horse, even a mangled one, takes a great deal of strength. Being a champion of the lost and forlorn wasn't much fun, so far. It didn't seem to impress his intended bride, either.
“Um...” he said, as he lost his grip and fell backward, “could you give me a hand here?”
Irith gave a loud sigh, then came to help.
Together, they freed the saddle; Kelder then carried it over and fitted it across his half-built “cairn,” like a barrel-vaulted roof.
It fit just fine, and looked strong enough to serve as a frame for a stone covering. He turned to Irith. “Thank you for the help, and for the suggestion,” he said.
She waved away his gratitude. “I just didn't want to be stuck here all day while you were finding out how hard it is to build arches,” she said.
Three hours later the job was done; Abden's headless remains were entombed in leather and stone. It had taken three saddles to cover the cadaver.
“You're sure it's the right body?” Kelder asked, looking around at the others, still lying scattered across the grassy verge.
Asha nodded.
“Good,” Kelder said, straightening
up and rubbing the back of his waist. His back was stiff and sore. “Then let's get going.” He looked up at the sun. “I doubt we'll catch the caravan today, but we can at least get started.”
Irith shook her head. “No, we can't,” she said.
Kelder glared at her. “Why the hell not?” he demanded.
“Because it's more than four leagues from Angarossa Castle to the town of Sinodita, and there isn't a decent inn anywhere in that four leagues,” Irith said. “We've taken more than half a day on this stupid job, and I don't want to be walking around here after dark.”
Kelder looked up at the sun again, then back at Irith. “It's not much more than an hour past noon,” he said. “How far is it to the Angarossan border?”
Irith thought for a minute. “About two leagues, I guess,” she said.
“Are there bandits all over Sinodita, too?”
“What do you mean?” Irith asked, eying him warily.
“I mean, is the king of Sinodita as crazy as King Caren of Angarossa, and letting bandits run wild there?”
“Queen,” Irith told him. “Sinodita has a queen. And no, she's perfectly sensible and there aren't a lot of bandits.”
“Well, we can reach the border well before sunset, and we should be safe enough on the highway in Sinodita; I know it will be dark by the time we reach the town, but the greater moon should be up tonight, I think, and if it's not we could stop somewhere until the lesser moon rises, or carry torches, or something. We don't have anything bandits would want, anyway. I say we go on.”
“Maybe you don't have anything bandits would want, Kelder of Shulara,” Irith said, putting her fists on her hips and glaring at him, “but I don't care to risk getting raped!”
Kelder glared back, rather wearily. She did have a point, he supposed, and he didn't want anyone bothering his destined bride—even if she didn't yet know anything about her destiny. “Then you, Irith the Flyer,” he said, “can fly on ahead and meet us at the gate when we get to Sinodita.”
“There isn't any gate,” Irith said. “It's not walled.”
“Fine. Then you pick a place that a couple of fools like us can find, and we'll meet you there.”
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