by Megg Jensen
“Thanks for begging them to rescue me,” I said. “Without your friendship I’d still be stuck there with a fresh fox brand on my neck.”
Ivy rubbed her neck. Still slightly swollen, her month-old brand was a painful reminder of what she had done for me.
“That’s true. Had Tania not gone in to get you, no one would know how powerful you are.” Ivy said.
“Huh?”
“Your spark. It shines so brightly that anyone who can see it is blinded,” Ivy said, putting her hand on my arm. “You have gifts far beyond me.”
I stopped walking and stared at Ivy. Gifts? I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Me?” I laughed. “There’s nothing special about me, much less having a gift.”
“How did Tania act the first time she saw you?” Ivy asked.
“I was in the dungeon and she was suddenly outside my cell door. I didn’t hear anyone approach. Somehow she got the guard to sleep and then she whispered to me through the door. She told me to run when I had the chance.”
I shuddered, remembering those few miserable hours.
“Is that all?” Ivy prompted. “Think hard. How did she react when she saw you?”
I thought for a moment, remembering how Tania had frozen in place before giving the orders. She had stopped and stared at me, as if she had been startled by what she saw.
“She did seem a bit taken aback,” I said. “I just assumed it was the situation, not me.”
“It definitely was you,” Ivy said. “Now that I know how to see the spark, I can’t believe all of those years we were together and I never noticed it before. I guess it’s all about looking in the right way.”
“Can you show me?” I asked. “If I’m special too, I ought to know how to recognize others like us.”
Ivy pulled me down on to a huge tree trunk. The rain had let up a while ago and while the trunk was damp, it had absorbed most of the fallen water. The green moss tickled my fingers as I settled myself.
“Stare into my eyes,” Ivy said cupping my chin in her hand.
I squinted, looking at her eyes, not seeing anything different than the blue that was always there.
“You see the pupil? The black part in the middle?” Ivy asked.
“Yeah.”
“Look directly into the center, do you see anything there?”
I focused on the center of Ivy’s eyes. They were black and reflective. For a moment I saw myself, a girl I barely recognized with a dark wig, but as my eyes unfocused, I gasped. A light emanated from deep inside, twinkling lightly. So lightly in fact that had I never been told where to look, I wouldn’t have seen it.
“I see it!” I squealed. “So I have that in my eyes too?”
Ivy laughed. “Yes, you do. I’ve looked into Tania and Jon’s eyes and I saw it in theirs. But yours, Reychel, the spark is so strong. It’s a good thing only those with gifts can see it or everyone would have thought there was something wrong with you. It’s also lucky that Kandek’s gifted slaves never got close to you. Eloh only knows where you’d be right now if they knew.”
“I still can’t believe that I have some kind of gift,” I said. “I don’t really think there’s anything special about me. You said you’ve known forever that you can soothe people. I could have told you that. It’s how we became friends.”
“Ah, yes, the incident with the rat,” Ivy smiled.
“You talked me down from the bookcase I had climbed. Good thing too or I might have knocked it over and both of us would have gotten hurt,” I laughed.
We sat for a moment giggling, but as the late afternoon sun broke through the clouds we realized that moving again was what we had to do.
“We’re about halfway there, I think,” I said. “At least based on how long Jon thought it would take us to travel. I don’t really know.”
“Neither do I,” Ivy answered. “We should start walking again before it’s too dark.”
“I can see pretty well in the dark,” I said. “All those years without sunshine does that to a girl. So if it gets a little dark, I can keep an eye on things.”
Tossing our packs on our backs, Ivy and I pulled ourselves away from our respite. It was time to move on. For a moment I felt safe. Even though they were looking for me, we were ahead of them. It allowed me a feeling of security. I began to believe that everything was going to be okay. We had managed to escape and our new lives were about to start.
As we walked in the silent, wet leaves, a crunch startled us to attention. The road lie to the left and it was littered with rocks and gravel. We weren’t alone.
“Drop,” Ivy whispered as she fell behind the stump.
I joined her among the fallen leaves as my heart pounded.
Chapter Six
“Do you think it’s them? Have they found us already?” I whispered, watching the road through the trees. I could hear the crunching but no one had come into view yet.
“I don’t know,” Ivy said, her eyes wide as she too stared at the road.
We sat holding hands and didn’t move from our spot as the gravel continued to crunch in slow, metered beats. Two horses, I figured based on the rhythm. They weren’t traveling fast, but rather slow.
“They’re looking for us,” Ivy said. “I just know it.” Her hands began to shake as she let go of mine and reached out towards the road.
“What are you doing?” I yanked her hands back, afraid someone would see them.
“I thought maybe I could soothe them.”
“From this far away?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried.” Ivy looked at me, her eyes filled with anxiety. “This might be the best time to try.”
“Try what?” a male voice boomed behind us.
I jumped to my feet as Ivy leapt up in front of me. A man stood not ten paces behind us. His rough clothes told me he wasn’t a guard. The dark, faded pants, and rumpled plain shirt spoke of a different profession. A farmer? A laborer? But not a soldier.
“Trying to make it to Keree before nightfall, good sir,” Ivy said. “We really don’t know how much farther we have to go and we were debating whether or not to camp for the night. Then we heard you and your horses, so we decided to hide. You never know who you’ll meet on the road.”
He stared at Ivy and then at me. As his eyes drank me in from bottom to the top and then down again, I felt the hair on my arms rise. His piercing gaze scared me. I’d been warned of how men can hurt women, but I’d always been protected within the castle. Even though we were slaves, Kandek made sure we were all unmolested.
“What should we do, Aron?” he asked, looking behind us.
I whirled around, seeing a second man standing between the trees, two leads in his meaty hands. The horses behind him nickered, blowing air through their nostrils.
“I don’t know, Kerk. Two young girls out all alone on the road. Seems like they need the guidance of two older and experienced men.” My stomach flipped and my jaw shook as his smirk showed his black teeth. I knew what he wanted and it wasn’t to give us guidance.
“Now, now,” Ivy said, her eyes focusing on Aron. “You have your own business to attend to. But you forgot your goods at home.”
I looked at the two horses, their saddlebags full. They had forgotten nothing, it seemed.
“We would only slow you down,” Ivy continued, turning to Kerk. “You have deadlines and now that you have to go home and pack up again, you’ll lose a lot of time. You may not get paid if you don’t deliver your goods in a timely manner.”
“She’s right,” Aron said. “Look at that. Our packs are empty! You were supposed to pack them.”
“Me? Packing is your job. It’s mine to ready the horses,” Kerk argued.
“Now we have to go back and we’re going to lose out on that big payment we was promised.”
“C’mon, let’s get out of here. Them two girls ain’t worth our time. Not when money’s involved.”
They bickered as they mounted their horses and raced ba
ck down the road towards the Wendak, their heavy packs slapping against the poor horses’ haunches. I didn’t dare to breathe until they were out of sight and the cracking noise of the horses hooves disappeared.
“It worked,” I squealed, dancing around Ivy. “I can’t believe you did it. That was amazing.”
Ivy stood still, her eyes wide, a smile on her face.
“I did, didn’t I? This is the first time I’ve intentionally used my gift.” She whirled around in a circle, her arms thrown out. “And it feels good. I can’t even describe to you how I feel right now. I relaxed them so much they were willing to do whatever I said.”
I grabbed Ivy, pulling her into a tight hug. She didn’t hug me back nearly as hard, but I was crushing her. Her eyes were staring off into the distance while her smile grew by tiny increments.
“We should keep moving.” I tugged on her sleeve to remind her I was still there. “They’ll be down this road again.”
“Oh, I doubt that,” Ivy said, snapping out of her reverie. “It’ll be too dark to leave by the time they get home. We won’t see them again.”
***
“Do you see the symbol?” Ivy whispered as we crept out of the woods on the outskirts of Keree. I strained to see anything in the black night, but the majority of the village was sleeping, along with their lights. Only far off flickers from the windows of what was probably the town tavern cut through the darkness.
Tania had instructed us to see Johna, an herbalist living in Keree. It was the safest place for us to stay until we learned how to make our own lives and function in the world.
“We’re looking for the sign with the hops on it?” I asked peering into the darkness.
“Yeah,” Ivy whispered back. “Can you read that sign?”
She pointed in to the first house about forty paces away. I squinted my eyes, trying to make out the symbol on the sign hanging above the doorway. “What do hops look like?”
“A green plant with little flowers that look like cones,” Ivy said.
“Then this is the place.” I could barely see the symbol on the sign as the wind danced with it. Back and forth it creaked, the only sound in the silent night. “What should we do? It’s so late. Should we just knock on the door?”
“Why don’t you talk a little louder?” whispered a voice behind us.
I spun around, as did Ivy, and we were face to face with an older woman. She’d appeared out of nowhere, nothing signaled her approach.
“Where did you come from?” Ivy asked. “No one else was in the woods with us.”
“I was out collecting nightbloom. Only blooms at night, you know,” she said with a wink.
“My goodness, child.” The woman walked straight towards me, her black cloak billowing around her. “You must be Reychel. You do sparkle, don’t you? Tania warned me, but my, oh my, you are beyond any expectations. Like a beacon in the dark night.”
“Are you Johna?” I couldn’t see much beyond the hood on her cloak to see if she matched Tania’s description of a middle-aged woman with long silver hair and a crooked nose. Her bright smile was supposed to make up for the crone image.
“That I am. And you’re lucky it’s me and no one else. You two need to be more careful. They’re looking for one of you and anyone would be out of their minds not to turn you in. Tania’s message spoke of a high reward.”
“Message?” Ivy asked. “We just got here ourselves, how could you have received a message already?”
“We have our ways.” The woman rebalanced the basket she held under one arm to stare at Ivy. “You sparkle too, Ivy, though not as strong as Reychel.”
I grabbed Ivy’s hand and squeezed. As far as I was concerned, her gift had saved us and mine had never even manifested. That told me hers was infinitely stronger, no matter how much my eyes shone. Her hand lay limp in mine but I squeezed again hoping she would know how much I cared.
“Now let’s get you girls inside. You’re wet and you could probably use a change of clothes before hitting the sack. Even though it’s late, someone might see you. We wouldn’t want that yet, would we? Not until I decide exactly what to do with you.”
We followed Johna into her cottage. Its layout was exactly the same as Tania’s, but couldn’t have looked more different. An entire wall was covered in hanging herbs, in various states of drying. I saw a few I recognized like lavender and sage but many more draped the wall in mystery. Wooden cabinets dotted with tiny drawers flanked the rest of the walls. A huge counter stood near the front of the room, presumably the place she sold her herbal concoctions to the villagers.
Johna pointed to a freestanding screen in the far corner.
“You can change behind that while I get something warm to fill your bellies. You’ve been walking in the rain and snacking on dry bread, not enough nourishment for rain-soaked young girls.”
Behind the screen, I slithered out of my wet dress and shivered in my shift. While my undergarments weren’t wet, they were lightly damp and cool enough to cause goose pimples to break out on my arms and legs. I grabbed the second dress Tania gave me out of my pack and pulled it over my head.
“Where can we hang up our cloaks?” Ivy asked, wringing hers out over a metal tub, also behind the screen.
“Over the door,” Johna said, waving to an empty hook. “They should be dry by morning.”
“Are we to leave then?” I asked, not seeing anywhere to sleep. I was afraid of having to move on again. I wanted nothing more than a quiet place to rest for a while. Too much had happened today and I couldn’t bear moving on again.
“No, no, child,” Johna laughed. “Silly girl. You’ll be staying here a while. See that door in the back?”
I looked behind her and nodded. I hadn’t seen it at first. I was too distracted by the wall of herbs.
“That leads to a separate room with my sleeping chambers. We’ll have to share for now. Close quarters won’t hurt, after all there’s much you need to learn before you can step out into that world on your own. There are histories to learn, rules to follow and techniques to master. Not only do you have to learn about our world, but you have to be able to succeed in the outer world without giving away your gifts. If you do, you might end up worse off than how you started.”
I sat down on the closest bench, resting my arms on the table. Allowing myself to relax seemed a luxury after all the excitement. Here I had a place to stay, a new home. No matter how short my time here I knew I would enjoy it.
“Tania said before we left that Kandak is looking for us,” I said. “Will that bring you any trouble?”
“Why don’t the two of you stay inside the house, and away from the windows, until he stops looking?” Johna scooped each of us our own bowl of stew as Ivy took a seat next to me. “A couple of slaves aren’t going to cause an uproar for too long. Something else will catch his attention sooner or later.”
“Away from the windows?” I had been looking forward to having some freedom and time to see the outside world. At the least I had hoped I could stare out a window in my free time. I had done so little of it and our flight hadn’t allowed me much time to enjoy my surroundings. I wanted to see what my world looked like.
“People stop by here unannounced all the time looking for this potion or that herb,” Johna said. “If they see you, they’ll talk and talk travels faster than a horse in a town like this. If one person knows, everyone will know. Hiding will have to do for now.”
“We’re sorry if we’re inconveniencing you.” Ivy laid her hands on Johna’s arms and casually extended the fingers of her right hand towards Johna. “It’s not our intention.”
“Don’t use your soothing on me, girl,” Johna turned her back and walked across the room slamming the pot down on the counter. “The first lesson you need to learn is to never use your gifts on one of us unless we ask you to.”
“I’m sorry,” Ivy said, retracting her fingers. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just trying to help our situation. Reychel and I have been
through so much.”
“I understand your situation,” Johna sighed. “I was there once. Many of us were. None of us would ever turn you away. You just need to use your common sense and hide out for a bit.”
My eyes widened. I’d never seen anyone speak so harshly to Ivy before. Everyone always loved her. She sat as still as a stone at her chair, gripping the soup spoon in her hand so tight that her fingers turned a bright pink to match her cheeks. Perhaps it was because Ivy was able to soothe everyone around her before and she wasn’t used to dealing with any level of criticism, but I’d never seen her so irritated.
“It’s okay, Johna,” I interjected, putting my arm around Ivy’s shoulders. “We don’t mind. Hiding out here has got to be better than any day we spent as slaves.”
“I’m glad you see things the right way, girl,” Johna nodded. “It’ll get you far.”
I returned to my stew as my stomach growled loud enough for the whole village to hear. A smile broke out on Ivy’s face as she also remembered her supper. I was relieved to see Ivy’s expression slip back to normal as I took a sip of the warm vegetable soup. I tasted fresh leeks and carrots in the steaming broth. I hadn’t eaten a meal this warm in recent memory. Usually I was given leftovers or I ate too quickly to taste the food. Knowing that work waited for me after eating never gave me much incentive to sit and enjoy. I’d rather get eating out of the way so I could get back to my chores.
Johna sat at the opposite side of the table and stared at me, making it difficult to concentrate on my soup. I glanced up at her.
“I know what Ivy’s gift is. That much was obvious by her little stunt just now. What’s yours?” Johna tapped her spoon against the side of her bowl as she gazed into my eyes.
“I don’t know.” I looked away, not sure how I felt about my gift and the lack of its appearance. I shrugged and pursed my lips together. “I don’t really think there’s much of anything special about me.”