tone. Her voice didnât tremble. âWhat is it youâre going to do?â
âDo?â Asera said. âWeâre going to determine if the Count and Countess of Haft were your real parents, child.â
âAnd if they were,â Meder added as his arm shepherded Sharina toward the door, âthen youâve a life ahead of you never dreamed by anyone in this miserable sheep pasture!â
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G arric had hung the oil lamp on the axletree leaning near the stable door; the cartwheels were beside it. An iron tire had come off last winter, and the smith hadnât made his rounds yet through the hamlet to weld another onto the wooden felly.
âDo you need the light anymore?â he called to Tenoctris, making a bed of loose straw at the other end of the stable.
âNo, I â¦â Tenoctris said. In a tone of mild surprise she went on, âThatâs odd. Youââ
Both door leaves lay back against the brick walls; the opening was wide enough to pass a team of horses still hitched. The hermit nevertheless stopped outside the building and slapped the wooden panel with his left hand: a quick rap-rap-rap
like a gigantic woodpecker drumming for a mate.
âMay I come through?â he asked. His voice sounded harsh, rusty.
âSure,â Garric said. A dozen sailors came out of the inn, making the courtyard echo with laughter. Several of them began to sing chanteys, but they werenât the same chantey. âAh, thereâs plenty of room to sleep here if you donât want to go back in the dark.â
Nonnus smiled faintly. âI thank you for your offer,â he said, âbut I find the dark more of a friend than not. Besides, tonight the stars are clear.â
He entered the stable, letting his hands relax. Heâd been spreading them to prove that he wasnât carrying a weapon, Garric realized. âI thought Iâd check on your injuries, both of you. Do you need more ointment, mistress?â
Tenoctris looked at the backs of her hands, then turned them toward the hermit and the light. âThereâs only a little tenderness now,â she said.
Nonnus stepped close and pressed two fingers gently against Tenoctrisâ cheek. âPain?â he asked.
âNo, though tenderness as I said,â Tenoctris said. âWithout your help Iâd have been in great pain, I realize.â
âYouâve done more to heal yourself than I did,â Nonnus said with the same faint smile as before.
âI wouldnât have been able to do that if Iâd been out of my head with pain, would I?â she replied.
The hermit turned to Garric. âAnd you, boy? Letâs see the leg.â
Garric pivoted and braced his right foot waist-high on the stable wall to show both that the limb was supple and that the wounds were knitting cleanly. The hermit brought the lamp close. The puffy flesh around the fang marks was pink but not red or streaky. When Nonnus prodded the edge of what had been the hole all the way through the leg, Garric felt a localized burning instead of a barbed lance thrusting to his groin.
To cover his wince, Garric bragged, âIâve been doing all
my normal work. I could carry you around the courtyard if you like.â
âAnd why would I like to do something so silly?â the hermit said with mild amusement. âYou donât need to prove youâre a fine brave man to me. Or to anybody.â
âHeâll be older before he learns that,â Tenoctris said. âIf he ever does.â
Nonnus chuckled, the first time Garric had heard such a sound from him. He slapped Garricâs knee with a hand like the flat of a wooden shovel. âYouâre healing,â he said. âBut I warn you that in ten years or twenty youâll feel every strain you put your body through now.â
He looked at Tenoctris and added, âHe wonât believe that, either.â
âSir?â said Garric,
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