He found himself tired a great deal. He didnt understand why; he was a young man, usually energetic and happy, but since he had come to Kendricks, he found himself battling black moods and almost overwhelming sadness on a daily basis. If he was set to a task by Robert or Pasko, or when he was in the company of Caleb or Lela, he was distracted from the darker musing he was prey to when he was left alone. He wished for his grandfathers wisdom on this, yet thinking about his family plunged him deeper into the morbid introspection which caused him to feel trapped within a black place from which there seemed to be no escape.
The Orosini were open amongst themselves, talking about their thoughts and feelings easily, even with those not of the immediate family, yet they appeared stolid, even taciturn to outsiders. Gregarious even by the standards of his people, Talon appeared almost mute to those around him. Inside he ached for the free expression he had known in his childhood, and though the edge of that childhood was only weeks earlier in his life, it felt ages past.
Pasko and Lela were open enough, if he asked a question, but Lela was as likely to answer with a prevarication or misinformation as Pasko was likely to dismiss the question as being irrelevant to whatever task lay at hand. The frustration Talon experienced as a result only added to his bleak moods. The only respite from this crushing darkness was to be found in hunting with Caleb. The young man was even more reticent than Talon, and often a day of hunting would go by with less than a dozen words spoken between them.
Reaching the stabling yard, Lela said, Oh, we have guests.
A coach, ornate with gilded trim on black lacquered wood and with all its metal fittings polished to a silvery gleam sat near the barn and Gibbs and Lars were quickly unhitching from the traces as handsome a matching set of black geldings as Talon had ever seen. Horses were not as central to the mountain tribes of the Orosini as they were to other cultures in the region, but he could still appreciate a fine mount. The coachman oversaw the two servants, ensuring that his masters team was treated with due respect.
Looks as if the Count DeBarges is visiting, again, said Lela.
Talon wondered who he might be, but remained silent.
Put the basket down in the back porch, Lela instructed.
Talon did so and the girl smiled as she vanished through the rear door to the kitchen.
He waited a moment, unsure what to do, then turned and headed back towards the barn. Inside, he found Pasko seeing to one of the many constant repairs the old wagon required, humming a meaningless tune to himself. He glanced up for an instant, then returned his attention to the work at hand. After a few moments of silence, he said, Hand me that awl there, boy.
Talon gave him the tool and watched as Pasko worked on the new leather for the harnesses. When you live in a big city, boy, Pasko commented, you can find craftsmen aplenty to do such as this, but when youre out on the road miles from anywhere and a harness breaks, you have to know how to do it for yourself. He paused for a moment, then handed the awl back to Talon. Let me see you punch some holes.
The boy had watched Pasko work on this new harness for a few days and had a fair notion of what to do. He began working the straps where he knew the tongue of the buckles would go. When he felt unsure, hed glance up at Pasko who would either nod in approval, or shake his head indicating an error.
Finally, the strap was finished, and Pasko said, Ever stitch leather?
I helped my mother stitch hides he let the words trail away. Any discussion of his family brought back his deep despair.
Good enough, said Pasko, handing him a length of leather with the holes already punched. Take this buckle he indicated a large iron buckle used to harness the horses into the traces of the wagon and sew it on the end of that strap.
Talon studied the strap for a moment and saw that it had been fashioned from two pieces of leather sewn together for extra strength. He noticed there was a flatter side. He picked up the buckle and slid it over the long strap, the metal roller opposite the tongue he placed against the flat side. He glanced up.
Pasko nodded and smiled faintly. Talon picked up the heavy leatherworkers needle and started sewing the buckle in place. When he had finished, Pasko said, Fair enough, lad, but you made a mistake.
Talons eyes widened slightly.
Look at that one over there, Pasko said, pointing to another finished strap. Talon did as Pasko instructed and saw that he had made the loop where he had sewn the end together too short; this belt had triple stitching below the buckle for added strength.
Talon nodded, picked up a heavy knife and began to cut the stitches. He pulled them loose, careful not to damage the leather and then adjusted the strap so that the holes on one side would be where the first line would be stitched and the holes on the other piece would match up with the third. He carefully stitched those two lines, then added a third halfway between.
Thats right, said Pasko when Talon was done. If you need to do something for the first time and theres an example of the work close to hand, take a moment and study what youre attempting. It makes for less mistakes, and mistakes can cost a man his life.
Talon nodded, though he thought the remark odd. After a while he said, Pasko, may I talk with you.
About what?
About my life.
Thats something you need to take up with Robert, said the servant. Hell let you know what it is he expects as things move along, Im certain.
Among my people, when a youth becomes a man, another man is always ready to guide him, to help him make wise choices. Talon stopped and stared into the imagined distance for a moment, as if seeing something through the walls of the barn. I have
Pasko said nothing, merely watching him closely.
Talon remained quiet for a long time, then he went back to working on the harness leathers. After more time passed, he said, I was to be wed. I was to have joined the men in the long house, and I was to have joined in the hunt, planted crops, fathered children. I know what it was I was born to be, Pasko. He stopped and looked at the servant. A man was to guide me in those things. But none of those things matter now. Im here, in this barn, with you, and I do not know my lot in life. What is to become of me?
Pasko sighed and put down the leather he was working on. He looked Talon in the eyes and put a hand upon the boys shoulder. Things change in an instant, lad. Nothing is forever. Remember that. For some reason the gods spared you among all those of your race. You were given the gift of life for a reason. I do not presume to know that reason. He paused as if thinking about what to say next, then he added, It may be that your first task is to learn that reason. I think you should speak with Robert tonight. He put down the harness and started to walk out of the barn. Over his shoulder he said, Ill have a word with him and see if hes of a mind to speak with you.
Talon was left alone in the barn. He regarded the work before him and remembered something his grandfather had once said to him: tend to the work at hand and set aside worrying about the work to come. So he turned his mind to the leather in his hand and concentrated on making the stitches as tight and even as he possibly could.
Weeks passed and summer became autumn. Talon sensed the change in the air as might any wild creature who had lived his entire life in the mountains. The lowland meadows around Kendricks were different in many ways from the highlands of his home, but there were enough similarities that he felt one with the rhythm of the seasons changes.
Weeks passed and summer became autumn. Talon sensed the change in the air as might any wild creature who had lived his entire life in the mountains. The lowland meadows around Kendricks were different in many ways from the highlands of his home, but there were enough similarities that he felt one with the rhythm of the seasons changes.
When he hunted with Caleb he noticed the coats on rabbits and other creatures was thickening, anticipating winters approach. Many of the trees were losing leaves. Soon a cold snap would turn them red, gold, and pale yellow.
Birds were migrating south and those beasts that spawned in the autumn were in rut. One afternoon he heard the roar of a male wyvern, bellowing a challenge to any other male that might trespass on his range. With the shortening days a melancholy came upon Talon. Autumn meant the harvest, and putting up salted meats and fish for the winter, gathering nuts and mending cloaks, blankets, and getting ready for the harsh weather to follow.
Winter would bring a greater sense of loss, for while the harsh mountain snows could isolate a village until the first thaw, it was that time when the villagers drew close, huddling in the long house or round house telling stories. Families would often crowd together, two, three or even four to a house, comforted by closeness and conversations, old stories being retold and listened to with delight no matter how familiar they had become.
He recalled the songs of the women as they combed their daughters hair or prepared a meal, the scent of cooking, the sound of the men telling jokes in low voices. Talon knew this winter would be the harshest so far.
One day upon returning from hunting, the coach of Count Ramon DeBarges was again visible in the courtyard. Caleb took the brace of fat rabbits they had trapped while Talon deposited the carcass of a fresh-killed deer on the back porch of the kitchen.
Caleb paused for a moment, then said, Good hunting, Talon.
Talon nodded. As usual they had hardly spoken throughout the day, depending on hand gestures and a shared sense of the environment. Caleb was as good a hunter as Talon had seen among his own people, though there were a dozen or so in the village who could who had matched his skill.
Caleb said, Take the deer into the kitchen.
Talon hesitated. He had never set foot inside the inn, and wasnt sure if he should. But Caleb would not ask him to do something forbidden, so he reshouldered the deer and mounted the broad steps to the rear door. The door was of solid oak with iron bands, more the sort of door one might expect on a fortification than a residence. Talon was certain that Kendricks had been designed as much for defence as it had for comfort.
He lifted the heavy iron handle and pushed inwards, and the door swung open. He followed its arc into the kitchen and discovered a world unlike anything he had seen before.
Orosini cooking was done over open fires or in large communal ovens, but never in a central location. Talons first sense was one of chaos, and as he paused a moment, surveying the scene before him order emerged.
Lela looked up and saw him, greeting him with a quick flash of a smile before returning her attention to a large pot hanging before one of three huge hearths. A stout woman saw Lelas glance and followed it to the rawboned boy holding the carcass.
Is it dressed? she demanded.
Talon nodded. Then he thought to add, But not skinned.
She pointed to a large meat hook in the corner, above a large metal pan he assumed was used to catch blood and offal. He took the deer over and hung it by the strap holding together its hind legs. Once it was in place, he turned and waited.
After a few minutes, the older woman looked over and saw that he was motionless. Do you know how to skin a deer, boy? she demanded.
He nodded.
Then get to it!
Talon didnt hesitate, but set to skinning the deer in an efficient, practised fashion. He also didnt think for a moment about who this woman was and why she should order him about; among his people, women were in charge of all food preparation and men did as they were told around the hearth, fire pits, and ovens.
He was finished quickly, and as he turned around to find a rag upon which to clean his belt knife, someone threw him one. He caught it in mid-air. A grinning Gibbs was standing before a large block upon which rested a heap of vegetables, which he was cutting with a large knife.
Behind Gibbs, Talon could see other servants cooking meats at one hearth, while others saw to the baking of fresh bread in the ovens. Suddenly Talon was at once overwhelmed by the aroma of the kitchen and by a fierce hunger which stabbed through his chest. For a moment the warm smells shocked him back into memories of his mother and the other women preparing meals.
As his eyes threatened to well up with tears, Talon saw a large door swing aside, through which strode a man. He was of middle years, heavy set with a large belly protruding over his belt which looked more a horses girth than a belt to Talon breeches tucked into mid-calf boots, and a voluminous white shirt, covered with spatters of food and wine. His face was almost perfectly round, his hair black but shot through with grey and was tied back in a horses tail. His long sideburns almost met at the point of his chin. He glanced around with a critical eye and found nothing lacking until his gaze fell upon Talon.
You, there, boy, he said pointing an accusatory finger at Talon, though his eyes were merry and he had a slight smile on his lips. What is it that youre doing?
Ive skinned this deer, sir, Talon said, haltingly, for the man was speaking Roldemish. The question snapped him out of his sadness.
The man walked purposely towards the boy. That is something which you have done, he said in an overly loud voice. What is it you are currently doing?
Talon paused, then said, Waiting for someone to tell me what to do next.
The mans face split into a grin. Well said, lad. Youre the boy from the barn Talon is that correct?
Yes, sir.
I am Leo, and this is my kingdom, said the man, spreading his arms in an expansive gesture. Ive served as cook to nobility and commoners alike, from Roldem to Krondor, and no man living has a complaint of my cooking.
Someone in the busy kitchen muttered, Because they died before they had the chance. This brought a moments laughter before the workers stifled the outburst. Leo turned with unexpected swiftness, a black look crossing his visage. You, there, Gibbs! I recognize that smart mouth. See to the slops.
Gibbs stood very stiff and said, But the new boy should do that, Leo. Im for the serving table.
Not tonight, my glib Gibbs. The boy will stand at the table, and you can see to the pigs!
As a dejected-looking Gibbs departed the kitchen, Leo winked at Talon. Thatll sort him out. He glanced over the boys rough appearance. Come with me.
Without waiting to see if he was being followed, Leo turned and pushed aside the large door through which he had entered. Talon was a step behind.
The room was obviously some sort of servants area, with another door in the opposite wall. Large side tables ran along the left and right walls. Upon one table sat a variety of dishes, bowls, goblets, and other table service. This is where we keep our dishes, said Leo, pointing out the obvious. If we have a reason, well show you how to set the table for guests. He pointed to the other table, which now sat empty. That is where the hot dishes will be at supper time. Lela and Meggie will serve.