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by C. J. Cherryh


  So that year he had turned glum and quiet, and had not been sure he wanted to talk to Aewyn at first after Aewyn had gotten off his horse, but Aewyn had nudged him with an elbow and almost started an argument, which Paisi had stopped, and the two of them had run away to see the new lambs, and hid when Paisi had come looking for them. The king and all his men were waiting on their horses, and had been waiting, as Paisi said, and he had said to Aewyn, “We have to go back. Your father will be furious.”

  “Oh, he might be,” Aewyn had said. “But not that much.”

  And by that time Aewyn had gotten tall and strong enough to hold him, and hurt his arm, keeping him from running back to the house. He’d been terrified when Aewyn ducked him back into different cover. And the king of all Ylesuin had gotten down from his horse and come searching with Paisi and Gran. He had been too frightened to open his mouth, though he could see them through the leaves of the bush where they were hiding.

  “Aewyn!” the king had shouted, and Aewyn had come out, laughing because no one had found them, and insisted he come out, too.

  “That was damned dangerous,” Paisi had said that night, after the royal procession was long gone. “ ’E ain’t to trifle with, Otter. ’E ain’t.”

  “I know so,” he’d said, and Gran, her shuttle flying and the harnesses clacking, had said: “Someday the Otter’s going to go down that road. Someday he’ll go find his own way in the world. He’s got to be wise when he does.”

  He’d understood then that something had passed between Gran and the king, and ever after, Paisi talked about him going to seek his fortune in Gue-4 9

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  lessar, in service to the king. Paisi had said that one day his father would call him over, and ask how he had grown, and if his father liked the answers he gave that day, he might fi nd him a place in court, maybe to be a clerk or minister, or to serve with the army, to ride a horse and carry a sword as an officer of the Guard.

  “As I can’t teach ye too much about horses that ye ain’t learnt of goats, but I can show ye the sword,” Paisi had said. “I don’t know it well, but I can show ye some.”

  They had practiced to be the king’s soldiers, then, with sticks, and with the quarterstaff, which Paisi could indeed use very well, and which had raised no few occasions for Gran’s poultices. He had had no great skill at the staff, when all was done. Paisi kept knocking him down, and once knocked him senseless, to Gran’s and Paisi’s dismay. So he applied himself with greater zeal to the books.

  This year, however, after the king’s riding by and Aewyn asking him to come visit him in Guelessar, the King’s Dragon Guard had come, the captain of the Guard detail bearing a letter, and two grooms bringing light horses, for him and for Paisi to ride to the capital.

  He had never ridden a horse. He managed not to fall off on the way. His was a bay gelding named Feiny and Paisi’s was a piebald named Tammis—and he had learned from the grooms how to see to the horses’ feet and what a horse needed, the same as he knew for the goats and geese. He was delighted to get along fairly well with the horse— he had grown less and less sure he would manage as well with people in Guelemara, and by the time he saw the walls of the city he had been terrified. He had looked forward to a summons from his father, and now faced the reality with deep trepidation, the more so as he rode into a Quinalt city, where witchcraft meant death by fire or hanging, and where, now, he had to face a brother who’d been his friend in the farmyard, where he was the one who knew all the places beyond the fences. Now he knew nothing at all.

  He had been so scared when he rode into the courtyard of the Guelesfort.

  He had been thinking for the last two days of the journey that Aewyn might think differently about him in his own yard, or might even forget that he had asked for him, or grow bored with him after a day or two. But all that fear had flowed out of him when Aewyn had run down the steps to the stable yard and held Feiny’s bridle for him, despite the hovering grooms.

  It had been that way between them from that day forward. Aewyn had been so looking forward to a brother. He had gotten a sister instead. He loved baby Aemaryen, to be sure. But, as Aewyn put it, even a brother wouldn’t 5 0

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  have been that good, lying around most of the time, and crying and wanting all his mother’s attention whenever he tried to talk to her.

  Besides, Aewyn informed him, his sister would grow up to be Regent of Elwynor, and maybe queen of that kingdom, and would never even live in Guelessar at all once she was of age: it would not be her choice, when it happened, but it meant she would go away. The lords’ sons let Aewyn win at every game, and their fathers were always looking for advantage and gathering gossip. So a brother was his heart’s desire, and when he had put it to his father this year, his father had agreed.

  It was the happiest winter. The very happiest of Otter’s life, little of it as he had had yet. He had expected to leave before this. He was sure he would have to leave in spring. He would ride back to Gran’s in time for him and Paisi to do the planting, then—

  Then— would come a difficult question. He would want to come back to Guelessar. He would want to go riding with Aewyn, and just— be here and live here the way things were now. But he missed Gran, too, and Gran needed him, and especially needed Paisi. Even if the king wanted him to stay here, the way Paisi and Gran had always said he might do, he still had to get home when he was needed— and that meant leaving Aewyn, the thought of which had already begun to hurt.

  But he did long for home, too. He could see the cottage with his eyes shut.

  He could see the thatch snow - covered as it would be, now, since the recent snowfalls, and the yard and shed roof alike under a thick white blanket.

  It had that clarity of a true dream, the edges unnaturally fine and clear in the night, just as if he were looking at it tonight. It comforted him.

  But there was no smoke from the chimney, and there ought to be: there was always a little smoke, even at night. Certainly the snow never collected atop it. And he tried to dream of the inside of the cottage, and to dream of Gran, to be sure she was safe. He imagined her asleep in her bed, under the patchwork quilt, but imagine as he would, the only thing he could see, more and more insistently, was the chimney, the very top of the chimney, as close as he had seen it when he had climbed up with Paisi to mend the thatch last fall. A thick rim of snow lay about the vent. The warmth should have melted it, as fast as the snow fell. But it had snowed the chimney almost shut.

  Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and he could not fi nd Gran and he could not wake up, not without a great struggle, as if the dream did not want to let him go.

  He reached out with his hand. He found the bedclothes cold. Paisi was 5 1

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  gone, nowhere to be found. He was alone in the bed, and he sat up, fl inging the covers back.

  A strange sight met him, Paisi sitting on the hearthstones in the other room, a huddled shape just sitting on the hearth between two good chairs.

  The light of dawn was in the windows, a gray and icy dawn.

  “Paisi?” he said, but Paisi didn’t move.

  He fought his way to the edge of the thick feather bed and rolled out and down, his feet meeting the icy floor. He dragged a coverlet off, wrapping it around him as he went.

  “Paisi?”

  Paisi still didn’t move. Otter sank down to his knees and shook Paisi by the arm. Paisi was cold on one side and overly warm on the other.

  “The fire ain’t lit,” Paisi said, gazing into the coals. “She’s abed sick, an’

  the fire ain’t lit.”

  He felt chill himself and thought to wrap the coverlet around Paisi, who let it fall.

  “Paisi?” He closed Paisi’s hand on the cloth. “Take it.”

  Paisi’s hand closed and he held on to it, still looking into the coals, shaking his head slowly. “I can’t see ’er, Otter. The cottage is dark, an’ the fi re ain’t lit.”
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  “I dreamed, too, about the chimney being out. I dreamed it just now.”

  “She’s fevered,” Paisi said. “She’s got the fever, she ain’t fed ’erself since yesterday.”

  “What can we do, Paisi?”

  “I don’t know, I don’t know what to do.” The note of unreasoning fear in Paisi’s voice would have sent a chill through him if none had been there to start with. “You dreamed it, too?”

  “I dreamed about the chimney.”

  “The fire,” Paisi said. “The fire not bein’ lit, in this weather—”

  “We can tell the king!”

  “About what, Otter- lad? Can we tell him we dreamed it? Can we talk about dreams wi’ these Quinalt priests hoverin’ near? She’s sick abed, is what.

  That damn chimney’s choked up again, and it never were right. I wanted to tear that crooked thing down this summer an’ build it anew, an’ she wouldn’t have it, no, no, the fields wants weedin’, the shed wants the door fi xed, it ain’t no great matter, run a stick up it, and it’ll do, it’s always done. If the smoke don’t kill us in our sleep . . . Damn it, Otter- lad!” Paisi ran his hands through his hair so it stood on end. “Maybe I’m makin’ trouble that ain’t trouble. Maybe she’ll wake up and take one of ’er potions, won’t she? She’ll poke the broom handle up an’ unstick that chimney.”

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  “If she can reach it.”

  “Oh, I was worri’t leavin’ her! We stacked that firewood high as she could deal with, but the rest in the shed, it’s all big pieces, an’ if her coughin’ starts up fierce . . .”

  “Look, she can bring the animals inside. Remember the winter we did that. They’ll heat a room.”

  “That don’t feed them. Or her.”

  He drew a deep breath. “Paisi, it’s just three days back there.”

  “It ain’t three days wi’ this storm.”

  “But wouldn’t you go?”

  “Aye,” Paisi said. “Aye. I would. I would. But she’ll skin me. I swore I’d watch over ye!”

  “We could tell the king, all the same, and he’d keep secret how we knew.

  He was Lord Tristen’s friend. Wizard - work isn’t any surprise to him.”

  “There is that.”

  “He could just write a letter to Lord Crissand.”

  “Oh, aye, and they’d take their time, and some soldiers would come out t’ th’ house an’ ask if she was well, and she’d swear she was well if she was dying.”

  “Then go, go right this morning and see how she is, and fi x the chimney.

  And then I’ll tell the king what’s happened, and I’ll come after, soon as I can.”

  “No, now, me lord, don’t be foolish.”

  “I’m not ‘my lord.’ ”

  “Ye’re his son. The king give ye them fine clothes for holiday. He’s got ’is mind set, is what. It’s what you got to do. I’ll go see to Gran, and you stay an’ do as ye have to.”

  “And what will I do if Gran died?”

  “Don’t say it!” Paisi said, and made a ward sign against the thought. “Oh, I should ’ave prepared better! I should ha’ fixed that damn chimney . . .”

  “You did everything you could! We didn’t reckon with the snow just keeping on and on like this. We didn’t plan on Gran needing help, but you know what she says: some dreams are a warning, is all, and it’s what may happen, not what is happening.”

  “Oh, aye, an’ I’ll walk in and she’ll curse me for a fool. But if it is a warning - dream, we’re summat ahead of it, ain’t we? But ye’re right. I’ll see to that chimney, then come on back, wi’ no delay.”

  “You’ll get there before the Bryalt holidays start, as is. And if it’s nothing, Paisi, you should just stay the whole holidays with Gran. This isn’t going to be like ours.”

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  “Oh, that ain’t fair, an’ you wi’ nobody to see ye get meals . . .”

  “I can perfectly well see to myself! And you can be there to spend holiday with her, so she’s not alone.”

  “I ain’t at all sure.”

  “Have a cake at the shrine and think of me. I’ll be perfectly safe, and you can write to me straightway as you get there and let me know how things are.”

  “Now ’ow will I get a letter out?”

  “Well, they change out the Guard every month, don’t they, even in bad weather. And if it’s a message to somebody in the Guelesfort, they’ll carry it.

  They will. And coming home, you know they’ll go as fast as they can.” He took comfort in the plan. It was one of his best. “Which is as fast as the king sending somebody, isn’t it? That’s how the merchants send things.”

  “Still,” Paisi said.

  “If it turns out I have a place here through spring, you know, you’d only have to go back when the garden goes in. You know Gran can’t do the heavy plow— she’ll put the garden in, but the rest will take the push - plow, won’t it?”

  “Farmer Ost’ll bring his oxen over. He’d do it for her. That were the plan, that were what she said, if need be.”

  “Well, but then Gran will have your help doing the other things. So you could just stay on a little.”

  “You’re trying to make me stay there the spring, and I said I wouldn’t!”

  “I’m not.”

  “Are so. You and Aewyn are having a rare good time— as should be, m’lord, don’t mistake me.”

  “We’ll be perfectly well.”

  “Only so you stay friends while I’m gone and don’t get in any trouble.

  Boys is apt to quarrels.”

  “I shan’t, with him, Paisi. He’s my friend, he’s my true friend, besides being my brother.”

  “Gods hear that ’un, Otter- lad. But I’ll feel better if I know Gran’s set.”

  “And you come back to me when the chores are done and the planting is in.”

  “But if I go— if I go, how’s you even to draw your bath or get your food in this great place? You don’t know the ways . . .”

  “Once you’re well away, and they can’t stop you,” Otter said, “then I can tell the king, and he’ll see I have someone.”

  “Oh, somebody in my place, will he be? I won’t like that!”

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  “Never in your place, Paisi. You’re my brother.”

  A grunt. “Which I ain’t, an’ that’s the fact an’ ye know it. Nor be so cheeky wi’ ’Is Majesty, neither, wi’ askin’ for help as if ye’re due the sun an’

  the moon besides. It’s dangerous to assume about lords at all. They can be generous, but they got their moments, too, an’ they think thoughts we don’t know about, so don’t be cheeky an’ don’t tell ’im too late.”

  “He won’t be angry. He’ll just be glad we saw to matters ourselves, and it’s not as if I’m going to starve here for a day.”

  “Well, ye may, if ye ain’t careful. Ye can’t store food here, not on Fast Day.

  Ye got to clean the place out an’ go without food in the premises, dawn to dark.”

  “I’ll find my own way to the kitchens perfectly well, I’ll follow every rule, and I promise, Paisi, I promise no one will ever, ever take your place. I’ll wear my Festival clothes and sit and listen to us being cursed, being ever so quiet and good, and you— you take your holiday clothes home. You can be quite the sight in the Bryalt festival, won’t you? You’ll have the Guelen Guard saluting you.”

  “Oh, m’lord, I’d look the fool. They’d arrest me on the spot!”

  “Well, then, but Gran at least should see you in your fancy clothes, shouldn’t she?” Otter flung himself to his feet and pulled Paisi up to his.

  “And we sit planning when we should be doing. Get what you need. Take the short sword with you. It’s just getting light. We can get out to the stables.”

  “What’s to do at the stables? My horse is way down in pasture.”

  “Feiny’s here.”
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br />   “He’s the king’s gift!”

  “He’s mine, and you can borrow him. Now, now listen. There’ll only be the one boy in the stables until after breakfast. You dress in your livery, so’s you look important. I’ll ride down to the gate, you walk with me, and then we go out the gate and get your Tammis out of pasture, and there you’ll be, on the road . . .”

  “. . . lookin’ rich as a lord and ripe for robbers. And where’s a bridle nor even a halter for me horse?”

  “Well, but you can wear your plain cloak, then, after you’re away, and change later. And I’ll get a bridle for Tammis when I get Feiny. You can take Feiny’s saddle for Tammis, and there you are!”

  “Feiny’s bigger n’ Tammis. And look at it comin’ down, out there, even yet! Ye’re apt to fall off wi’ no saddle, ye’ll come back half - froze, if ye don’t get lost out there, and wouldn’t your father hear about that?”

  “Well, well, then take Feiny once we reach the gate.”

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  “Oh, now I’m ridin’ ’Is Majesty’s own gift.”

  “He’s mine to lend.”

  “Oh, aye . . . an’ how am I to feed that tall great horse once I get home wi’ ’im, for that matter? We never did know that bit, when your father give us them horses— wherever’s food for them? Gran don’t have it.”

  “Well.” It was a question worth thinking about. “You’ll just have to go to the duke and ask.”

  “Just go to ’Is Lordship an’ bid ’im feed my horse, please.”

  “Exactly that.”

  “Oh, gods.”

  “Lord Crissand will understand. He knows you come from me. He knows I went to the king.”

  “If the king ain’t sent to ’im by then, askin’ a horse thief be hanged on sight!”

  “Lord Crissand won’t be angry. Neither will the king. I swear he won’t.

  Don’t hesitate to go to the duke. Ask him what you have to ask for, for you and Gran, and say I told you to do it. I’ll tell my father what I’ve done long before any message can get there.”

 

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