Spell of the Witch World (Witch World Series) by Andre Norton

upon that—it would give me breathing space, a time to think—to plan.
    “To Coomb Frome then—in brief.”
    Though we perforce went slowly, by midafternoon we were sighted by those Elyn had sent to meet us. So I came a second time to the Keep. I noted also that, though we were treated with deference by that party, yet Elyn had not ridden with them.
    We reached the Keep long after moonrise and I was shown into a guest chamber where serving maids waited with a steaming copper of water to ease the aches of travel, a bed such as I had never known for softness. But I had slept far better the night before on the bare ground in the wilderness, for my thoughts pricked and pulled at me.
    In the morn I arose and the maids brought me a soft robe such as the Dale ladies wore. But I asked for my mailed shirt and travel clothes. They were then in a fluster so I learned that by my Lady Brunissende's own orders those clothes had been destroyed as too travel-worn.
    Under my urging one of the maids bethought herself of other clothing and brought it to me. Man's it was but new. Whether it had been for my brother, I knew not. But I wore it together with boots, my mail, and the sword belt and sheath in which rested the mutilated weapon which had routed the Curse.
    I left my cloak, my saddlebags, and journey wallet in my room. My brother, they told me, was still with his lady—and I sent to ask for a meeting.
    So I went for the second time into that fated tower room. Brunissende saw me first and she gasped, put out her hand to grasp tight Elyn's silken sleeve. For he wore no armor.
    He gazed at me with a growing frown. Then he took her hand gently from his arm to stride towards me, his frown heavy as he looked me up and down.
    “Why come you here in such guise, Elys? Can you not understand that to see you so is difficult for Brunissende?”
    “To see me so? I have been so all my life, brother. Or have you forgotten—?”
    “I have forgotten nothing!” he burst out, and it was as if he were deliberately feeding his anger, if anger it was, that he might brace himself to harsh words. “What was done in Wark is long past. You have to forget those rough ways. My dear lady will aid you to do so.”
    “Will she now? And I have much to forget, do I, brother? It would seem you have already forgotten!”
    His hand came up; I think he was almost moved to strike me. And I realized that he feared most of ail—not me as a Wise Woman, but that I might make plain to Brunissende the manner of his ensorcelment.
    “It is forgotten—” He said those words as a warning.
    “So be it.” I had had no decision to make after all. It had been made for me, days, seasons—long ago. We might be of one birth, of one face, but we were otherwise hardly kin. “I ask nothing of you, Elyn, save a horse. Since I do not propose to travel afoot—and that I think you owe me.”
    His frown cleared a little. “Where do you go? Back to those of Wark?”
    I shrugged but did not answer. If he wished to believe that, let him. I was still amazed at the chasm between us.
    “You are wise.” Brunissende had crept to his side. “Men hereabouts still fear the Curse. That you have had dealings with that power seems fearsome to them.”
    Elyn stirred. “She broke it for me. Never forget that, my lady.”
    She answered nothing to that, only eyed me in such a way as I knew there could be no friendship between us.
    “The day grows, I will ride.” I had no desire to prolong this viewing of something already buried in the past.
    He gave me the best mount in his stable, ordered ort also a pack horse and had it loaded with gear. I did not deny him this attempt to salve his conscience. All the time I saw the looks of his men who, seeing us so like together, must have longed for the mystery to be explained.
    After I had mounted I looked down at him. I did not want to wish him ill. He lived by his nature, I mine. Instead I made a sign to summon fortune and blessing to him. And saw