The Knight

“You would be a fool to take my advice, My Lady, and worse to take your own.”

“Or I could go to Thortower, and tell the king some cock-and-cow story. You stopped My Ladying me there for a moment. I wish the moment had been longer.”

Summoning all my resolve, I said, “I’ve got to take you back to your father, My Lady.”

Her laughter had gone. “Sir Able?”

“Yes, My Lady?”

“Let me ride with you for an hour, and talk to you while we ride, and I’ll go back to my father without any argument.”

“I can’t permit that, My Lady. You have to return to him now.”

“Half that.”

I shook my head.

“I have a fast horse, Sir Able. Suppose he falls and I’m hurt.”

I caught the wrist of the hand that held the strap.

“I’ll tell my father you laid hands on me!”

I nodded. “It’s the truth, My Lady. Why shouldn’t you say it?”

“Don’t you care for me at all?”

Mani intervened. “Let me judge. I like both of you. If you’ll promise to do what I decide, you won’t have to fight. Wouldn’t that be better?”

Id

“Master?”

“I shouldn’t. But all right.”

“Good.” Mani licked his lips. “Hear my judgment. You two have to stay together talking until you get to that big tree down there, the one that’s lost its top. Then Id

I shrugged. “That ride will take half the morning, I’m afraid. But I gave my word, and I’ll keep it.”

“No longer than a dance,” Id

I snorted.

“When we’re both old, bent, and gray and have thirty-three children, we’ll come riding down this road once more. When we reach that tree you’ll ride up into the air or down into the ground, and never be seen again.”

“Mee-yow!” said Mani.

“Oh, yes, I get to keep you.”

I said, “Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No. Not really. It’s just that I’ve gotten so used to making up stories like that to get my mind off things that I can’t help it. I’ve made up about a thousand, but Mani and my old nurse back home are the only ones who’ve heard any of them. And now you. Have you ever seen one of the Angrborn, Sir Able?”

Coming as it did, the question took me off guard. I sca

“I don’t mean I see one, I never have. Have you?”

“Yes, My Lady. Not for long.”

“The Mountain Men were huge. That’s what Mani said. As big as you?”

“Much bigger than I am, My Lady.”

“And the Angrborn?”

“As large as I’d be to a little child.”

Id

“I believe I understood, My Lady.”

“But that doesn’t move you? Not at all?”

Feeling about as miserable as I had ever been in my life, I said nothing.

“Our supplies are on those mules. The food we eat every day, and the pavilions. But most of them are carrying gifts for King Gilling of Jotunland.”

“I know.”

“There’s a big helmet in there, one just like the one you’re wearing now. A helmet the size of a punch bowl, all brave with gold.” Mani said, “And silks and velvets. Jewels.”

Id

I said, “Someone mentioned troubles in the south when I was at Sheerwall, My Lady. Sir Woddet, perhaps. I didn’t pay a lot of attention. I thought they couldn’t be serious, since the south had been pretty peaceful when I was there. I thought that if things were really bad to the east, we’d be sent there to fight.”

“If Marder’s knights were sent away, the whole of the north country would he open to King Gilling.” Bitterly she added, “We’d probably give it to him if he’d pledge to keep his people out of the rest of the king’s lands.”

“If he will not agree to peace, we should go into his lands and fight him and his people there.”

“Bravely spoken. They’re not supposed to have much to steal, though. Have you any idea how much one of those Frost Giants eats?”

“No, My Lady.”

“Neither do I. I only hope I don’t have to cook for mine.”

I did not know what to say to that.

“You’ve known all along. Isn’t that right?”

I shook my head. “Not all along, My Lady. Only since I learned that the Mountain Men, those big men the Angrborn call Mice, were really their children by our women. But—but ...”

“But you couldn’t imagine how such a thing could happen, like the mating of a knight’s charger with a child’s pony.”

“Yes, My Lady.”

“Nor can I. No, I can, it’s just that I can’t talk about what he’d do to her, and how she’d feel afterward.”

Id

“No, My Lady.”

“I wish I were, because it would have a nicer ending. My father wanted me to ride him, because by the time he was big enough to ride I was bigger, too. But I never would, and eventually we sold him.”

Id

When I reached the tree, I wheeled my stallion to look back at her. “You’re to go to Lord Beel now, My Lady. That was our agreement.” She reined up. “I have not reached it, Sir Able. Not yet. When you came, I thought my rescuer had arrived.”

“My Lady, I’ve listened to you, and learned more than I ever wished to know. I beg you listen to reason, if only for a minute or two.”

“I owe a duty to my father.” She spat out the words. “That’s what you’re going to say. My father’s the younger son of a younger son. Do you have any notion what that means?”

“Very little, my lady.”

Her lovely voice fell to a whisper. “We were royal, not so long ago. Almost within living memory. My grandfather was a duke, as my uncle is now. My big brother will inherit the barony. My little brother will be a knight. A knight at best, with a poky manor house a week’s ride from any place that matters and a couple of villages.”

Dropping her reins to her gelding’s neck, she wiped her eyes with her fingers. “It devours my father. It’s as if he had swallowed a rat, and it were gnawing his heart. Hear me, Sir Able.”

I nodded.

“He’s served the throne faithfully for twenty-five years, knowing all the while that if only things had fallen out differently differently by the merest trifle, he’d be sitting on it. But the king has not been ungrateful. Oh, no! Far from it. Do you know what his reward is?”

“Tell me, My Lady.”

“Why, I am. His daughter, the daughter of a mere baron, is to be a queen, the Queen of Jotunland. I will be given to King Gilling like a cup, a silver goblet into which he may pour his sperm. So that when my father returns to Thortower he can say, ‘Her Majesty, my daughter.’”