Part 16 (1/2)

Simon looked at her. ”You have been ill,” he said.

”I can ride farther.”

”Yes, you probably can, but why turn down a roof over our heads, even for one night?” He turned to look at the man and woman, then moved his horse closer to Miriamele. ”It may be the last chance to get out of the wind and rain,” he murmured, ”the last until ...” He broke off, unwilling even to whisper any hint of their destination.

Miriamele was certainly weary. She hesitated a moment longer, then nodded her head.

”Good,” said Simon, then turned to the man and woman. ”We would be glad of shelter.” He did not offer their own names to these strangers; Miriamele silently approved of that at least.

”But we have nothing worthy of such good folk, husband.” Gullaighn had a face that might have been kindly, but fear and hard times had made the skin slack, the eyes sorrowful. ”It is no favor to bring them to our rude place.”

”Be quiet, woman,” her husband said. ”We will do what we can.”

She appeared to have more to say, but instead closed her mouth in a grim line.

”It's settled, then,” he said. ”Come. It is not much farther.”

After a moment's consideration, Simon and Miriamele dismounted so that they could walk beside their hosts. ”Do you live here in Hasu Vale?” asked Simon.

Roelstan laughed shortly. ”For a short time only. We lived once in Fals.h.i.+re.”

Miriamele hesitated before speaking. ”And ... and were you Fire Dancers?”

”To our sorrow.”

”They are a powerful evil.” Gullaighn's voice was thick with emotion. ”You should have nothing to do with them, my lady, nor anything they've touched.”

”Why were those men after you?” Simon reflexively fingered the hilt of his sword.

”Because we left,” Roelstan said. ”We could stand it no longer. They are mad, but like dogs, even in their madness they can do harm.”

”But it is not so easy to escape them,” said Gullaighn. ”They are fierce and they do not let go. And they are everywhere.” She lowered her voice. ”Everywhere!”

”By the Ransomer, woman,” Roelstan growled, ”what are you trying to do? You have seen this knight wield a sword. He has naught to fear from them.”

Simon walked a little straighter. Miriamele smiled, but a look at Gullaighn's anxious face made the smile fade. Could she be right? Might there be more Fire Dancers about? Perhaps by tomorrow it would be time to leave the main road again and travel more secretively.

As if echoing her thoughts, Roelstan stopped and waved at a track climbing up from the Old Forest Road, winding away into the wooded hillside. ”We have made our place up there,” he said. ”It is no good to be too close to the road, where the smoke of a fire might bring visitors less welcome than you two.”

They followed Roelstan and Gullaighn up the narrow path. After the first few turnings the road had disappeared behind them, hidden beneath a blanket of treetops. It was a long and steep climb through the close-leaning trees, and the dark cloaks of their guides became harder and harder to follow as twilight came on. Just as Miriamele began to think that they would see the moon before they saw a place to stop, Roelstan halted and pulled back the thick branch of a pine tree that had hung across their path.

”Here it is,” he said.

Miriamele led her horse through after Simon, and found herself in a wide clearing on the hillside. In the center was a house made of split timbers, plain but surprisingly large. Smoke twined from a hole in the roof.

Miriamele was taken aback. She turned to Gullaighn, suddenly full of misgivings. ”Who else lives here?”

The woman gave no answer.

Miriamele saw movement in the doorway of the house. A moment later, a man emerged onto the dark hard-packed earth before the door. He was short and thick-necked, clothed in a white robe.

”We meet again,” said Maefwaru. ”Our visit in the tavern was too short.”

Miriamele heard Simon curse, then the sc.r.a.pe of his sword leaving the scabbard. He pulled at her bridle to turn her horse around.

”Don't,” Maefwaru said. He whistled. A half-dozen more white-robed figures stepped from the shadows around the edge of the clearing. In the twilight, they seemed ghosts born from the secretive trees. Several of them had drawn their bows.

”Roelstan, you and your woman move away.” The bald man sounded almost pleasant. ”You have done what you were sent to do.”

”Curse you, Maefwaru!” Gullaighn cried. ”On the Day of Weighing-Out, you will eat your own guts for sausages!”

Maefwaru laughed, a deep rumble. ”Is that so? Move, woman, before I have someone put an arrow in you.”

As her husband dragged her away, Gullaighn turned to Miriamele with eyes full of tears. ”Forgive us, my lady. They caught us again. They made us!”

Miriamele's heart was cold as a stone.

”What do you want with us, you coward?” Simon demanded.

Maefwaru laughed again, wheezing a little. ”It is not what we want of you, young master. It is what the Storm King wants of you. And we will find out tonight, when we give you to Him.” He waved to the other white-robed figures. ”Bind them. There is much to do before midnight.”

As the first of the Fire Dancers seized his arms, Simon turned to Miriamele, his face full of anger and desperation. She knew that he wished to fight, to make them kill him instead of simply surrendering, but was afraid to for her sake.

Miriamele could give him nothing. She had nothing left inside of her but stifling dread.

8.

A Confession

”Unto her side he came, he came,”

sang Maegwin, ”A youth dressed all in sable black With golden curls about his head And silken cape upon his back.

'And what would you my lady fair?'

That golden youth did smile and say.