say,
Hey, nonny neigh!
Hey, nonny neigh!
My white horse is gray.
Weâll all turn to ducks
At the end of a day
And swim in the Chardri,
And thatâs why I say,
No sense to this play!
Hey, nonny nay.â
âMad!â I muttered.
We ate supper in watchful silence. Afterward, Tirell spoke to me in a tone I could not decipher.
âTomorrow, you take the black and go on into Vaire. I will stay here.â
âPerhaps I could heal the white,â I mumbled. It was Tirellâs stubbornness that had caused the situation, but as always, he somehow made me feel that it was all my fault.
âWhatever you like,â he replied with no emotion at all on his lean, handsome face. âBut I will not go any farther into Vaire, horse or no horse, until I have the protection of its king. I do not wish to be slain by the henchmen of my beloved father before I have had my chance at him. You can go. The Boda wonât bother with you.â
I sat up straight in insulted protest. âThey probably have their orders to kill me and bring you back alive!â
âWell, maybe they wonât kill you until you have led them to me,â Tirell remarked indifferently. âAnyway, for every reason you are the one who must continue into Vaire.â
I stared at him, astonished, but mostly at myself. His madness must have spread to me; why was I not aghastâI, the prudent one? The proposal was insane. How could I leave him, how could I even know he would be waiting when I got back? If I got back. Yet, in spite of reason, in spite of prudence, I felt recklessly willing to try the venture, as if death could not touch me.⦠I shook my head in bewilderment at my own daring.
âVery well,â I assented. âI will go. What exactly is it that I am to do in Vaire?â
Tirell looked back at me with a hint of impatience tugging at the mask of his face. âGo to the castle at Ky-Nule to see Fabron. Tell him we will need help to take Melior, and have him send retainers. Better yet, have him come here himself.â
I almost sputtered at that. Such arrogance! âWhy,â I asked sharply, âshould he wish to help you at all?â
Tirell replied with a smile I did not expect, a wry, mocking smile. âOh, he will wish. You will see.â
I said no more. I spent most of the evening struggling with the fastenings of my torque, and at length I got the golden thing off. I would be no prince when I rode across the heartland of Vaire.
The next morning I was up with the dawn, folding my blanket to put it on the black steed. Tirell and Shamarra silently prepared to move their camp deeper into the forest. They would keep to the shelter of the trees, in the foothills of southern Acheron, until I returned. I hated to leave them. My mind could not accept this notion of leaving my brother. But mind seemed to have been taken over by some sort of fearless folly, and I could not hold back. I did not even think of asking Shamarra to go with me. We all three assumed she would stay with Tirell. There was no secret as to where her preference lay. It gave me some comfort that Tirell would have her with him, since I believed she had some power to protect him; yet her indifference galled me even worse than my brotherâs.
Tirell did not wish me good-bye. I went to give him the kiss of leave-taking and he brushed me away as if I were a gnat. Shamarra condescended to follow me to where the black horse stood waiting. âFood,â she said, and handed me the last of our meager supplies.
âWhat will you eat?â I asked.
She shrugged. âThere are rabbits and berries about.â
âYouâll have no help from Tirell,â I warned her, peering toward where my brother sat among the trees and looked with hard, locked eyes at something only he could see.
She seemed amused at my concern. âIâll have help enough,â she replied with a hint of a smile. Help of weird trees,
Harley McRide
Gertrude Chandler Warner
J. L. Berg
Soichiro Irons
Mellie George
Beth Ciotta
Padgett Powell
Melissa Schroeder
Bathroom Readers’ Institute
Judith A. Jance