Meer did remember you, lad. Bring me the boy who smells of ferrets, he said. That one owns a brave heart.
Jahdo stared into his eyes and felt again that he was spinning in a mind-eddy, down and down, drowning in the lake of Verrarcs eyes. From what seemed like far away he heard a woman screaming in rage. The screams grew louder, rushed close, turned into his mothers voice. The spell broke. His mothers face hovered above him.
You maynt, you maynt! How can you even think of it?
It be the treaty bond, Dera! Verrarc shoved himself back, raising one hand ready to ward blows. Its needful that someone go. Do you want a whole pack of Horsekin sieging us for breaking the treaty?
He be but ten summers! Send some other lad. Send one of the militia.
Meer didnt ask for some other lad.
With an animal snarl Dera turned away and began shoving her way toward the steps. In his mothers strong grip Jahdo found himself dragged after as the guards and Verrarc followed, with Verrarc arguing with Dera the entire way. Jahdo could just sense the crowd thinning, swaying, as most of the citizens headed for the gate. He was willing to bet that the family of every other boy there was running for safety. In the flaring torchlight by the colonnade Meer stood waiting, his arms crossed over his chest.
Listen, you! Dera growled. I do care not if you be one of the gods themselves. Youre not taking my son away.
Dera, please, hold your tongue! Verrarc looked terrified. Youll insult our guest.
With Niffa, Demet, and Kiel right behind him, Lael pushed through the crowd. Dera ignored him and the councilman both and waggled one finger under Meers flat nose.
Just who do you think you are, anyway, she went on. Marching in here and
My good woman, please! Meer held one huge hand up flat for silence. I come to you as a suppliant, as one in need. Please, I beg you, allow your son to come with me. I promise you Ill treat him not as a slave, but every bit as well and tenderly as I would treat my very own first-born nephew.
Dera hesitated. Verrarc muttered astonishments.
A mothers words are law, Councilman, Meer snapped. My good woman, as I travelled this day through your city, everywhere I smelt fear, except on your son. Hes like one of your weasels, very small, but with the heart of a wolf. I cannot travel alone. He reached up to touch the rim of an empty eye-socket. My own mother wept when they blinded me, but in the end my calling pleased her well. For all I know, some great destiny lies in wait for your lad. Would you stand in his way?
Well now. Dera let out her breath in a puff. Well now. If you were going anywhere but east
Truly, the name of the Slavers is not one to speak in jest. Among my own people we call them Lijik Ganda, the Red Reivers. An aeon ago they swept down upon us, and the slaughter drove us from our homeland and into sin and degradation. Woe, woe to the people of the horse that our desperation drove us to such sins! Do you think weve forgotten such terrible things? I will not lie to you. I take your son into danger, but I would take my own nephew, had I a nephew, into the same.
This thing be as important as that? Lael broke in.
Meer turned slightly in the direction of Councilman Verrarc, just a brief involuntary gesture. Fortunately Verrarc was whispering to one of the militiamen and, at least, seemed to notice nothing.
It is to me. To no one else, mayhap. My mother laid a geas upon me concerning my brother, and I have reason to believe hes gone east.
To Jahdo the bards voice sounded entirely too smooth, too glib, making him wonder if Meer were lying, but he supposed that he might have felt that way because he too had something to hide from the councilman. As he thought of Verrarc, he felt words bursting from his mouth.
Mam, I want to go.
The moment he spoke he was horrified, but there was no taking the words back. Dera threw her hands into the air and keened aloud, just one brief sob of sound, quickly stifled. Lael turned to him, his mouth working.
If we do owe this thing under treaty, Lael said at last. And if you want to go, well, then, there be naught much your mother and I can say about it. But be you sure, lad? At your age and all, how can you know your own mind?
Jahdo felt his entire body trembling, trying to squeeze out the words his traitor mouth refused to speak: no, no, I didnt mean it, I dont want to go, I dont. His heart pounded the words like a drum, but he could not speak.
He smells great things on the move, my good man, Meer said. Even a child may sense destiny.
Destiny? Dera spat out the word. Hogwash and turnip wine!
My good woman, please. With luck well never even cross the Slavers border.
Hah! That sort of luck does have a way of running short. Im not letting my lad
All at once Dera stopped speaking. Meer caught himself as he was about to speak, as well, and turned, moving his huge head from side to side as if he were straining to hear some small sound. Jahdo realized that he himself was that they all were turning to Niffa, staring at Niffa, even though shed said not a word. Her face had gone dead-pale, and in the broken torchlight her eyes seemed huge pools of shadow, as empty as those of the bard himself. Demet grabbed her arm to steady her.
Let him go, Mam. Her voice was a hollow whisper. Hell be safer there than here.
Involuntarily Jahdo glanced at Verrarc, standing just behind her, and saw the strangest smile on the councilmans face. It reminded him of a playmate caught cheating in a game. Dera considered for a long moment, taking her daughters strange pronouncement seriously, as indeed she always did whenever Niffa came out with one. For a moment she seemed about to speak; then she burst into tears and rushed off, dodging her way through the remnant of crowd. Swearing under his breath, Kiel followed her.
Well, then, thats settled. Rubbing his hands together, Verrarc stepped forward. Lael, since your sons fulfilling an obligation for the entire town, the council will of course provide him with a pony and such supplies as hell be needing for this journey. Meer, the Chief Speaker and I did think that we could spare you some armed guards, as well, a squad of militia, say, and some pack horses.
You cant spare them, councilman, Meer said. Thats the point of my journey here, wasnt it now? Besides, the child and I will be safer on our own. I know a trick or two about smelling my way to safety when I have to. If need be, the lad and I can always hide in wild places, but hiding a whole pack of armed men in the forest is beyond me.
Hiding? Lael stepped forward. From what? Now wait just a moment, good bard. I had no idea
Da! Niffa snapped. Its needful that you let him go.
Come now, my good sir, Meer said. The lore teaches that one of the fifty-two fixed things is this: when women lay down the law, men must do as were told.
Lael turned to him, utterly baffled by this statement, a gesture, of course, lost on the bard.
He does agree, Niffa broke in. Jahdo, come home now. Weve got to get your gear ready.
Lael started to protest, then merely threw his hands in the air to reproach the gods and followed the two children as they hurried across the by-then empty plaza. When Jahdo looked back, he saw Demet running after as well. Standing where theyd left them, Verrarc and the Gel daThae conferred, heads together, while the rest of the Town Council hovered anxiously nearby.
The family spent a miserable evening round the central hearth, where two candle lanterns stood, sending long shadows flickering on the walls. No one wanted a fire on such a muggy night. For a long time Dera and Lael paced back and forth, squabbling and cursing each other and the Town Council both while the family merely listened. Niffa and Demet sat on a wooden bench; Kiel leaned in the doorway and glowered; Jahdo scrunched into a corner with a ferret cradled in the crook of his arm for comfort. All at once he realized that his father was speaking to him.
Why? Why did you say you wanted to go?
Jahdo opened his mouth to answer only to find that he had no words. Although he tried his best to remember what had made him speak, the entire episode by the council fire had blurred in his mind into something much like a half-remembered dream.
The adventure of the thing, maybe? Lael said, softening his voice. Lad, lad, you can tell me. He crouched down to Jahdos level. What be wrong? Second thoughts?
Jahdo nodded. Lael let out his breath in a puff.
Too late now, lad, to get out of it. You should have thought of this then. Ye gods, its not like we can spare you here. There be a passle of work, this time of year.
Lael? Demet broke in. If my sergeant does release me, Ill come take Jahdos place.
Niffa gave him a brilliant smile that made him blush. Lael pretended not to notice.
Now that be decent of you, lad, he said. Ill speak to him myself. Its been many a long year since I served my turn in the militia, and I wouldnt mind having someone good with a sword round the place.
Why, Da? Jahdo found his tongue at last.
Dont know. Lael hesitated, suddenly uneasy. Its just that somewhat be wrong. I can feel it, like.
Everything be wrong. Dera began to weep. Jahdo, Jahdo! Naught will ever be right again.
Jahdo clutched Ambo so tight that the ferret whipped his head round and nipped his wrist, then slithered free and dashed for the other room. Jahdo stood up.
Mam, dont be crying! Please! Its needful that I do this. He felt as if he were struggling to open a locked door, shoving and pushing and banging against some huge expanse of solid oak, but he simply could not voice the truth, that hed never wanted to agree.
You could at least tell your mother why, Lael snapped.
The entire family was staring at him, waiting for him to speak.
I cant. I dont know why. I cant say it.
Lael sighed and threw his hands into the air.
To think that a son of mine! he snapped. Ye gods!
Da! Niffa came to Jahdos rescue. Leave it be. Theres no help for it now, anyway, no matter what the reason.
Dera wiped her eyes on a bit of rag and nodded agreement.
And Ill say one thing for that Gel daThae bard, she snarled. Hes got some respect for a mothers heart, not like our Verro. Here Ive known him since he was a tiny lad, a pitiful little thing with that rotten father of his, and me the only woman in this town whod stand up to old Renno, at that, and tell him to keep his belt off his lads back. To think hed treat one of mine this way now that hes made his way in the world!
Jahdo tried to speak so hard that he began to tremble, but words would not come. Dimly he remembered that Verrarc had somehow or other spared his life, but he could not tell his mother, could not find one word.
Now here, the lad be exhausted, Demet said. Lael, a dropped plates past mending, isnt it? Might as well let Jahdo get his sleep. Hell need it.
Jahdo decided that as prospective brothers-in-law went, Demet had a lot to recommend him. Before his parents could start in on him again, he retreated to the bedchamber.
Although Jahdo was sure that hed never fall asleep, suddenly it was dawn. Wrapped in their blankets, Kiel and Niffa were sleeping nearby; the ferrets lay tumbled in pairs and threes in their straw. Jahdo got up, considered waking everyone, then decided that he could never bear to say goodbye. The night before, hed gathered into a sack his few pieces of extra clothing, along with his winter cloak and the bone-handled knife his grandfather had given him, and put the lot by the front door. He dressed, pulled on his heaviest pair of boots, and slipped out of the chamber, tiptoeing past his parents bed. At the door he stopped, looking out into the grey light brightening on the passageway outside. If he turned round for a last look at home, he would cry. He grabbed his sack and hurried out.
He slithered down the passageway, climbed down the ladder, bolted into the wider street, and nearly collided with Councilman Verrarc. In the rising light Verrarc looked ill that was the only word Jahdo had for it, anyway. His skin was dead-pale, and his eyes seemed huge, sunk in the puffy shadow of dark circles. Behind him stood two guards, armed, wearing chain mail shirts under the loose red tabards that marked them as servants of the Council of Five. Even though his family knew their families, Jahdo saw them as jailors.
There he is, Verrarc sang out, and he was making some attempt at a smile. Jahdo, the council does send its official thanks. Do you realize what that means? By taking up this burden of the treaty bond, you do work for everybody the town, the council, your family everybody. Why, lad, you be a hero!
The two guards nodded their solemn agreement. Jahdo merely shrugged. He knew that if he tried to say one word, tears would pour and shame him. And yet, when they reached the main jetty and discovered the entire council assembled to hail the rat boy, Jahdo found himself caught by the moment. Admi himself stepped forward to take his hand and lead him onto the barge, where the town banners snapped and rustled as the mists blew away. The councilmen bowed, the oarsmen saluted, the militia all watched him with awe. Jahdos heart began to pound from the honour of it. Maybe he was a hero, after all. Maybe he really did believe them. Maybe he really did want to go.
At the main gates out Meer stood waiting beside his huge white horse. With his staff in one hand he turned his sightless eyes their way and boomed out a greeting as the procession made its way up. The honours evaporated like summer mist from the lake.
Well, Jahdo lad, are you ready for our journey?
Not truly. The words leapt from his mouth. Meer, I be scared.
The councilmen winced and looked this way and that, but the Gel daThae laughed.
Good. So am I. Weve every right to be. Neither of us are warriors, are we?
So were not, Jahdo said. I wish we were.
Meer laughed again and swung his head round.
Councilman Verrarc? Where are you?
Here, good sir. Verrarc stepped forward. My men tell me you dont want the lad to have a pony.
Just so. The pack mule and supplies will do us, and very generous you townsmen are, I must say. Jahdo and I will walk, because warriors we are not, only a blind man and a lad, and much more fitting it will be for us to stay on our two feet. And safer, as well. All during my long journey from the trading stations of the east, Ive been studying to be humble, and Jahdo my friend, I recommend the same to you. When a man runs the risk of meeting his ancestral enemies, humility becomes him.
No one seemed to be able to think of fine words to answer those.
Let us address the gods, Meer went on, and beg them for a safe journey as we go about our business. All our doings lie in the hands of the gods, after all. He flung himself to his knees, bowed his head, and stretched out his arms like a suppliant. O you gods who dwell beyond the sky, all-powerful and all-seeing, and especially the gods of roads, O you, Tanbala of the North, O you, Rinbala of the South, Thunderers and Shakers, hear our prayer!