Part 29 (1/2)

”I can see the Old Ones,” I said.

”That wave, an Old One?” I couldn't read Eldric's face. ”You were speaking to an Old One?”

How can regular people bear it when their best friend's angry at them? What do they think? What do they do?

If I were a dwelling, I'd be a cave.

If I were a creature, I'd be a c.o.c.kroach.

I chose my words carefully. ”One of the Old Ones, yes. But the wave itself was sent by another Old One. An Old One whose element is water.”

”Someone-some Old One-sent you a wave?” said Eldric.

I nodded. ”An Old One with a terrific amount of power. Mucky Face couldn't stop until I told him to.”

”Who is he then?” said Eldric. ”This Old One with such terrific powers?”

”Perhaps it's a she.”

”You've blue lips again,” said Eldric. ”Where's that idiot of a bartender?” He stepped away, overturning his chair, but he didn't pause to put it to rights. He vanished into the noise and crush.

Why would an Old One want to kill me? That was worth thinking about. The Old One had called Mucky Face to do the job, but Mucky Face and I were . . . Can you be friends with a tidal wave? In any event, Mucky Face warned me, saved me from himself.

What Old One would want to kill me? And why?

Eldric returned with wine and bread and soup. I squiggled my arms back into his sleeves, wrapped my hands around the winegla.s.s. It was hot and smelled of cinnamon. ”Are you still in a temper?”

”Why shouldn't I be?” said Eldric.

”Why should you?”

”Because you didn't tell me about all this. How can we be friends-”

Best friends?

”How can we be friends if you're so-so hidden from me?”

Wine is said to be cheering. I took a sip. It left a spreading warmth behind my breastbone. Warmth is cheering.

”Betrayed,” said Eldric. ”That's the word.”

”Do you know why I keep my second sight a secret?” I said.

”I really cannot say.”

I really cannot say. How horrid he was, all ice and arrogance.

”It's dangerous to have the second sight. Should anyone find out, they'd think me one of the Old Ones.”

”And?” said Eldric.

”And,” I said, leaning on the and. I wager I can make a single word sound as chilly as he can. ”If the Swampfolk think I'm one of the Old Ones, what do you think they'd like to do to me?”

Eldric flinched. ”Good Lord!” He went pale, which I found extremely pleasant.

”Who else knows?” he said.

”Only you. And Stepmother knew. She fretted about it a great deal and made me promise to keep it a secret.”

”Do you know why-?” He ran out of words.

”Why I can see the Old Ones?”

He nodded.

To lie or not to lie, that was the question. I'd never tell him the truth, of course, but I could pretend not to know. But the pretending would be a lie, and the lie would be a betrayal, and Eldric was my best friend.

”I do know, but Stepmother asked me to keep that a secret too. I promised her not to tell, I promised over and over. Would you mind very much if I didn't tell you?”

”I would mind.” When people go pale, they usually get rosy again. But not Eldric, not yet. ”I do mind.”

Too bad for him. ”You don't look very well.”

”You've given me a shock,” he said.

Serves him right. ”Perhaps you should put your head down.” I knew this was the thing to do, although I've never fainted and I don't intend to.

He managed a smile, shook his head. ”I'll just sit for a few minutes.”

Now that we sat silent, I noticed the music that came leaking from the Alehouse. ”Lord Randal.” Lord Randal, whose sweetheart poisons his eel broth for no particular reason, which is not unlike me, if you think about it. I don't need much of a reason to kill.

O I fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!

O I fear ye are poisoned, my bonny young man!

How I hate that song with its queer, ancient intervals. But wine is cheering. Drink Briony, drink!

I may be wicked, but I'm not proud of it. And I'm not proud of being a betraying friend and of letting Eldric sit there, all pale and shocked, without doing anything-even though he'd been acting horrid. Yes, horrid!

”I have some questions about betrayal,” I said. ”Think about this: A person who calls you his best friend, and says he has dinner plans with you, goes off with a beautiful woman, saying he'll be back directly, then makes you wait half an hour because he's kissing the woman in the alley. Is that betrayal?”

”Oh, Lord.” Eldric tossed back his wine.

”You were such a long time,” I said. ”I came looking for you.”

”I'm mortified,” said Eldric. ”Mortified that you saw us. But-well-I'd fancied myself over her. When she and I are apart, I get to thinking she's not terribly interesting.”