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She rolled her eyes so drolly Kaeritha had no choice but to laugh. Then she shook her head severely, returned her attention to the road, and asked Cloudy for a trot. The mare obliged, with the smooth gait which was steadily becoming addictive, and they moved off in a brisk, steady splatter of mud.
Yes, Kaeritha thought, treasuring green eyes that could laugh at their owner’s own wet, cold, undoubtedly frightened misery. Yes, there is sound metal in this one, thank Tomanak.
Chapter Fifteen
“Father isn’t far behind now.”
Kaeritha looked up from the breakfast fire. Leeana was standing beside the road, her raised arm hooked up across Boots’ withers while she stared back the way they’d come the day before. Her expression was tense, and she stood very still, only the fingers of her right hand moving as they caressed the thick, shaggy warmth of the gelding’s winter coat.
“What makes you so certain?” Kaeritha asked, for there’d been no question at all in the sober pronouncement.
“I could say it’s because I know he had to have missed me by the second morning and that it’s easy to guess he’s been pushing hard after me ever since,” the girl said. “But the truth is, I just know.” She turned and looked at Kaeritha. “I always know where he and Mother are,” she said simply.
Kaeritha chewed on that for a few moments, while she busied herself turning strips of bacon in her blackened camp skillet. Then she whipped the bacon out of the popping grease and spread it over their last slabs of slightly stale bread. She dumped the grease into the flames and watched the fire sputter eagerly, then looked back up at Leeana.
The girl’s face was drawn, and Boots and Cloudy were both begi
“What do you mean, you know where they are?” she asked after a moment.
“I just do.” Leeana gave Boots one more caress, then stepped closer to Kaeritha and the fire and accepted her share of the bread and bacon. She took an appreciative bite of the humble repast and shrugged.
“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be mysterious about it—I just don’t know a good way to explain it. Mother says the Sight has always run in her family, all the way back to the Fall.” She shrugged again. “I don’t really know about that. It’s not as if there’ve been dozens of magi in our family, or anything like that. But I always know where they are, or if they’re unhappy … or hurt.” She shivered, her face suddenly drawn and old beyond its years. “Just like I knew when Moonshine went down and rolled across Mother.”
She stared at something only she could see for several seconds, then shook herself. She looked down at the bread and bacon in her hand, as if seeing them for the first time, and gave Kaeritha a smile that was somehow shy, almost embarrassed, before she raised the food and bit into it again.
“Do they always ’know’ where you are?” Kaeritha asked after moment.
“No.” Leeana shook her head. Then she paused. “Well, actually, I don’t know for certain about Mother. I know when I was a very little girl, she always seemed to know just when I was about to get into mischief, but I always just put that down to ’mommy magic.’ I do know Father doesn’t have any trace of whatever it is, though. If he did, I’d have gotten into trouble so many times in the last few years that I doubt I’d be able to sit in a saddle at all! I’d never have gotten away with ru
Her eyes darkened with the last sentence, and her voice was low. The thought of her father’s unhappiness and worry clearly distressed her.
“It’s not too late to change your mind, Leeana,” Kaeritha said quietly. The girl looked at her quickly, and the knight shrugged. “If he’s that close, all we have to do is sit here for a few hours. Or we can go on. From the map and directions your father’s steward gave me, Kalatha can’t be more than another two or three hours down the road. But the decision is yours.”
“Not anymore,” Leeana half-whispered. Her nostrils flared, and then she shook her head firmly. “It’s a decision I’ve already made, Dame Kaeritha. I can’t—won’t—change it now. Besides,” she managed a crooked smile, “he may be unhappy and worried, but those aren’t the only things he’s feeling. He knows where I’m going, and why.”
“He does? You’re certain of that?”
“Oh, I wasn’t foolish enough to leave any tear-spotted notes that might come to light sooner than I wanted,” Leeana said dryly. “Father is a wind rider, you know. If I hadn’t managed to buy at least a full day’s head start, he’d have forgotten about waiting for his bodyguards and he and Hathan would have come after me alone. And in that case, he’d have been certain to catch up with me, even on Boots.
“Since he didn’t, I have to assume I did manage to keep anyone from realizing I’d left long enough to get the start I needed. But Father isn’t an idiot, and he knows I’m not one, either. He must have figured out where I was going the instant someone finally realized I was missing, and he’s been coming after me ever since. But, you know, there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to catch me.”
She finished the last bite of her bread and bacon, then stood, looking across at Kaeritha, and this time her smile was gentle, almost tender.
“Like you, he’s afraid I’m making a terrible mistake, and he’s determined to keep me from doing it, if he can. But he knows why I’m doing it, too. And that’s why a part of him doesn’t want to catch me. Actually wants me to beat him to Kalatha. He knows as well as I do that the war maids are the only way I’ll avoid eventually being forced to become a pedigreed broodmare dropping foals for Blackhill … or someone. Mother was never that for him, and he knows I’ll never be that for anyone. He taught me to feel that way—to value myself that much—himself, and he knows that, too.”
“Which won’t prevent him from stopping you if he can,” Kaeritha said.
“No.” Leeana shook her head. “Silly, isn’t it? Here we both are—me, ru
A tear glittered for an instant, but she wiped it briskly away and turned to busy herself tightening the girth on Boots’ saddle.
“Yes,” Kaeritha said softly, emptying the teapot over the fire’s embers and begi
“Soumeta is here, Mayor. She says she has an appointment.”
Yalith Tamilthfressa, Mayor of Kalatha, looked up from the paperwork on her desk with a grimace. Her assistant, Sharral Ahnlarfressa, stood in the door of her office, with a sour expression which was only too accurate a mirror of Yalith’s own emotions.
“What about Theretha?” Yalith asked. “Is she here, too?”
“Theretha?” Sharral shook her head. “It’s just Soumeta. And I checked your calendar. If she does have an appointment this morning, I didn’t write it down there.”
“Neither did anyone else,” Yalith sighed.
“In that case,” Sharral said grimly, “I’ll send her packing so fast her head will swim!”