Suddenly they were in the village. Tad realized that he had been so focused on what he would have to tell his mother and that Zane had been tending Caleb so closely, neither had noticed they had left the forest and had been passing by farms for some time now. The large moon was up and in the shimmering light of its reflected glow they could see the village of Yar-Rin. A few huts lined the roadway into the village square, and three large buildings dominated. One was the mill, on the far side of the square, and the other two appeared to be a shop of some sort, and an inn. The inn showed a sign with a sleeping rooster ignoring a sunrise. Remembering Calebs instructions, Tad pulled up before the inn and went to bang hard on the bolted door.
After a minute a voice from above sounded as a window was thrown open. What is it? shouted an angry landlord as he thrust his head out the window.
Are you McGrudder? We need help! shouted Tad.
Wait a minute, said the man as he withdrew his head.
A moment later the door opened and a large man in a nightshirt appeared in the doorway holding a lantern. Now, whos we and what sort of help His questions died on his lips as he saw Zane kneeling next to the prone figure in the wagon bed. He held the lantern close and said, Gods of mercy!
Looking at the two boys, both obviously exhausted and filthy, he said, Help me get him inside.
Tad jumped up next to Zane and they both got one of Calebs arms over their shoulder, then got him upright. The innkeeper came to the end of the wagon and said, Give him to me.
They allowed Caleb to fall slowly over the large mans shoulder, and ignoring the blood that was soaking into his nightshirt, the landlord took the wounded man inside. Elizabeth! he shouted as he entered the inn. Get up, woman!
A few moments later a plump but still attractive older woman appeared on the stairs, as the landlord put Caleb on a table. Its Caleb, said the man.
Are you McGrudder? asked Tad.
That I am, and this is my inn, the Sleeping Rooster. And who might you two be, and how did my friend come to this sorry state?
The woman quickly began examining the wounds and said, Hes lost a lot of blood, Henry.
I can see that, woman. Do what you can.
Tad and I are from Stardock, said Zane, and he quickly outlined the tale of their ambush.
Damn road agents, said McGrudder. Had a Keshian patrol from Yadom out looking for them a couple of weeks back.
Well, theyre all dead now, said Tad.
All of them?
Five men, said Zane. Tad and I killed two of them, Caleb the other three.
You killed two? asked McGrudder, then he fell silent as the boys nodded.
When he said nothing for a few moments, Tad offered, We were lucky.
Indeed, said McGrudder.
The woman called Elizabeth said, Henry, I dont think I can do anything to save him. Hes too far gone.
Damn, said the innkeeper. Margaret! he roared.
Within a minute a young girl, about the same age as the boys, appeared from a door in the rear of the common room. Get dressed and hurry down to the witchs hut.
The girls eyes grew wide. The witch!
Do it! the landlord shouted. Weve got a dying man here.
The girls face went pale, and she vanished back through the door. A few minutes later she reappeared wearing a simple grey homespun dress and a pair of leather shoes. Turning to Zane, McGrudder said, Take the lantern and go with her. The old witch wont talk to strangers, but she knows Margaret. To Margaret, he said, Shell not want to come, but when she tells you to be away, say this and no more, McGrudder says its time to repay a debt. Shell come then.
Zane followed the obviously agitated girl out the door and across the small village square. This side of the village was upslope from a small stream and devoid of farms. The few huts bordering on the square were quickly left behind and they plunged into a thick copse of trees.
Zane hurried to keep up with the girl who seemed determined to get this over as quickly as possible. After a couple of minutes of silence, he said, My name is Zane.
Shut up! said the girl.
Zane felt his cheeks burn but said nothing. He had no idea why she was being rude to him, but decided that was something best explored when things werent so confused.
They came to a small game path and followed it, until they came near the edge of the stream. A flat clearing jutted into the stream, forming a small bend in the stream. The surface was rock covered by recently dried mud. Zane wondered why the hut that sat snug in the middle of the clearing hadnt been washed away by the recent flooding.
The hut was constructed of sticks covered with mud, with a thatch roof and a rude stone chimney at the back. It looked barely large enough to contain one person. A leather curtain served as a door and what looked to be a small opening high up on the left appeared to be the only window.
The girl stopped a few yards from the hut and shouted, Hello, old woman!
Instantly a voice answered, What do you want, girl?
Im Margaret, from McGrudders, she answered.
In a cross tone, Zane heard the reply: I know who you are, you stupid girl. Why do you trouble my sleep?
McGrudder says you have to come. Theres a man in need of aid at the tavern.
In need of aid, said the voice from within. And why should I give aid to any who pass through this village?
McGrudder says its time to repay a debt.
There was a moment of silence, then the leather curtain was pushed away as the old woman stepped through. Zane had never seen a smaller person in his life. She looked barely more than four and a half feet tall. He had met a dwarf once, travelling through Stardock on his way to the dwarven stronghold near Dorgin, and even he had been a good four or five inches taller than this old woman.
Her hair was white and her skin so sun-browned, like ancient leather, he couldnt tell if she had once been fair or dark as a girl. Her stoop made her even shorter.
But even in the dark Zane could see her eyes, alight as if glowing from within. In the dim moonlight he could see they were a startling and vivid blue.
Toothless, she slurred her words slightly as she spoke. Then come to McGrudders I shall, for I let no man hold debt over me.
She didnt wait for either Margaret or Zane, but marched past them purposefully, muttering to herself.
Zane and the girl easily kept pace, and when they reached the inn and went inside, Zane was amazed that the little woman looked even more frail and tiny than before.
She marched up to McGrudder and said, So, what debt do I owe you, McGrudder, that youd call in?
Not me, old woman, said the innkeeper. Him.
The woman looked at the prone figure on the table and said, Caleb! She hurried to his side and said, Get this tunic off so I may look at his wounds.
McGrudder began to pull Caleb upright to attempt to pull his jacket and tunic off, and the woman nearly screeched as she said, Cut them off, you fool. Do you want to kill him?
Tad had been keeping Calebs hunting knife; he pulled out and reversed it, handing the hilt first to the innkeeper. McGrudder set to with practiced efficiency and cut away the jacket, then the tunic.
Tad had been keeping Calebs hunting knife; he pulled out and reversed it, handing the hilt first to the innkeeper. McGrudder set to with practiced efficiency and cut away the jacket, then the tunic.
The old woman looked at the wounds and said, Hes near to death. Boil bandages, and fetch me a cup of wine. Hurry.
The woman carried a small leather pouch on a strap she wore over one shoulder. She moved to stand next to the table and rummaged around in the pouch, finding what she sought. She removed a folded parchment and when the wine was produced, she unfolded it, letting a fine powder fall into the wine. To Zane, she said, You, boy, hold his head up and dont let him choke as I give him the wine to drink.
Zane did as she instructed and Calebs lips moved slightly as she administered the potion. Then she went to the fire to check the cauldron. When the water began to roil, she put the bandages that had been cut from some spare bedding into it, and said, You, girl, fetch me soap and cold water.
Margaret brought a bucket of cold water and the soap. The tiny woman ladled some hot water out of the cauldron into the bucket to warm the water then told Tad to put the bandages into the water.
She set to with surprising vigour and washed Calebs wounds. She instructed McGrudder to use the metal ladle to fish out the bandages and let them drip on the floor, holding them before the fire so they would dry. When she was satisfied they were dry enough, she bound Calebs wounds and said, Now, carry him up to a room and let him sleep.
McGrudder picked up Caleb as a man might a child and lugged him up the stairs. Zane asked, Will he live?
The old woman fixed him with a sceptical eye and said, Probably not. But hell linger, and thats important.
Why? asked Tad.
The old woman gave him a faint smile and said, Wait.
McGrudder returned and asked, What more can we do?
You know what you must do, and she turned to leave.
Wait! said Zane. Thats all? A cup of wine and bandages?
My potion is more than a cup of wine, boy. Itll keep him alive long enough for McGrudder to fetch more help, and that help will save Caleb, son of Pug.
What help? asked McGrudder.
Dont dissemble with me, you old fraud, said the woman. I know who your true master is, and I know if an emergency warrants you can send word in haste. She hiked a thumb towards the stairs and said, His son lies dying, and if thats not an emergency, I dont know what is.
McGrudder looked hard at the old woman and said, For a simple woman who claims to practice only herbs and root lore, you know a great deal more.
Live a long time and you learn things, she said as she reached the door. But Caleb did me a favour, and his father did one years ago, and there was another, a friend of his fathers who did me a great service as well, so that in the end, there is a great debt still. But to you and your masters I owe nothing; let us not be confused on that matter, McGrudder. The next time you disturb my sleep, you do so at risk.
Saying nothing more, she left the inn and Tad and Zane exchanged glances. McGrudder saw the look and said, You boys can sleep in the room with Caleb, the second door on the left at the top of the stairs. Hes in the only bed, but theres a large mat rolled up under the bed you can share. He glanced at the girl and said, Get yourself back to bed, girl, we have a long day tomorrow. He then motioned to his wife who had been quietly washing the blood off the table and floor and said, Ill help you in a moment, Elizabeth.
She nodded. I know. You need to send that message.
He returned the nod and left the common room through the door in the rear. The innkeepers wife looked at the boys and said, Go up and get what rest you may. It is only three hours until sunrise, and there will be work for all tomorrow. She indicated a candle on the bar.
Zane picked up the candleholder and the boys mounted the stairs without a word and paused a moment before the door, then entered. Caleb lay in his bed, a heavy down comforter pulled up to his chin, his face pale and drawn.
Tad knelt and pulled the rolled-up mat, and the boys lay on it.
What do we do now? whispered Zane after a while.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dark Goddess
TAD CAME AWAKE SUDDENLY.
Someone was opening the door and he nudged Zane awake as it swung aside. It was near sunrise; the sky outside the window displayed a slightly rose-tinged grey light, but it was still too dark in the room to make out the features of the man who stood there.
Huh? said the half-asleep Zane as Tad fumbled to where he put the candle.
You wont need that, said the figure in the doorway as he held up his hand. Suddenly light filled the room, an unnatural white glow that held a hint of blue. Zane blinked and Tad stood up as the figure entered the room.
He matched Caleb in height and resembled the hunter, but his skin was fair and his hair was white. He had eyes of the palest blue, but their set and expression were exactly like Calebs. As he entered the room, another figure, McGrudder, stepped into the doorway.
Zane scrambled to get out of the way as the stranger knelt to examine Caleb. After only a moment, the man said, You did well to contact me. His breathing is shallow, his heartbeat is weak, and he burns with fever. If nothing is done, hell be dead by noon.
The man looked at Tad and said, Who are you?
Tad, he answered. Thats Zane. We were travelling with Caleb.
What are you to my brother?
Zane exchanged glances with Tad, then he said, I suppose you would say Caleb was taking us to be apprentices.
The pale man frowned and said, I wouldnt say. What you are to him will be sorted out later, now I must take him with me to save him. You stay here.
Wait a minute, Magnus, said McGrudder coming into the room. You know they cant stay here.
Why not? asked Magnus, standing up. You know I cant take them with me.
But you must, said McGrudder. Theyve seen you, and even a chance remark to the wrong person He inclined his head towards the boys. You know.
Put them to work, suggested Magnus.
I cant. You know your father will move all of us out of here in a day or two. Those men might have been bandits, as the boys told me, or they may have been more than that. Either way, Pug will move us, just in case, and there will be another innkeeper and his family. Theyll say that theyre distant relatives, or that this place was purchased, or some story. He glanced around, as if already regretting the need to leave this cosy little inn. The villagers know better than to say anything to strangers, but the old witch already knows too much and no one can keep her from doing whatever she wishes to; these boys just add two more potential problems if you leave them here. If they were followed, and if they were known to have travelled with Caleb its best if all of us were gone from here as soon as possible.
Besides, if Caleb was apprenticing them as they say, you know what that means.
Magnus glanced at the two boys and said, He sees something in them. Very well. To the boys he said, Stand close to me after I pick up my brother.