twelve, thirteen years? What would he know?â A pause. âThrow some more stuff if you want. If it makes you feel better. Go right aheadâdonât mind me.â
âMaybe not,â I said. âI donât want to bring in an audience. And I canât afford to lose any more of these crocks. Though they do make a satisfying noise when they smash. I suppose Iâd better go and change this gown, try to scrub the marks out.â
âSalt,â said Grim. âMight do the trick. Donât let him upset you again, eh? Meant well, most likely, but he should watch his words.â
âHe was telling the truth, as he saw it. I expect heâll be gone soon, more monasteries to visit, more lore to study. Lady Geiléis too, once the druid comes. Flannan being hereâitâs got to bring the past back; it canât be otherwise. And that brings a flood of bad feelings. Sorry I shouted at you. And . . . thanks.â
âWhat for?â
âTalking sense.â It was far more than that; so much more, I hadnât the words for it. Nobody else could break through that rage when it overwhelmed me.
âAnytime.â
8
Grim
T he day after theyâve had their argument, I see Flannan walking in the garden with the dog, Ripple. Looks like heâs got a lot on his mind. So much heâs not seeing whatâs around him. Upset, and who wouldnât be? Theyâre old friends, him and Blackthorn. Old friends donât fight right after theyâve found each other. They donât call each other cowards. Flannan sits down on a bench, bent over like heâs got a weight on his shoulders, and Ripple leans against him, puts her head on his knee. That dogâs the best-trained creature Iâve ever seen.
I was angry before, when she told me what heâd said. Now I feel sorry for both of them. I go over and sit down beside him. Flannan doesnât say a word, not even
good morning.
âDonât suppose you want my advice,â I say after a while. âBut you need to make your peace. Thing is, sheâs not often happy these days. Been through some dark times. That smile on her face, when she saw you, that was a rare thing. Most likely you donât know how rare.â
Flannan looks like he hasnât had much sleep. He strokes Rippleâs ears and stares across the garden. Couple of fellows digging, too far away to hear us. âSo she told you what I said.â
âSome of it, yes.â
âI didnât think she would do that. Betray a confidence.â
âWhatever was said, itâll go no further than me,â I say. âHer and me, weâre careful with our words. You need to talk to her again. Explain yourself to her. Hard to believe you think Blackthornâs a coward. Thatâs what she told me. Sheâs the bravest person Iâve met in all my life.â
âWould she listen, Grim?â Heâs looking at me now, looking properly. Heâs just as upset as she was.
âShe might throw things. Talk to her when sheâs not busyâthatâs my advice. And say what you mean straight-out.â
He nods. Still looks weighed down.
âYouâve brought back the past,â I say. âThatâs good for her. And itâs bad. Talking about Cass and her little boy . . . It hurts her. Youâd want to tread softly.â
âI shouldnât have come,â he mutters. âIâm doing no good here.â
Know that feeling all too well. âIf you can put that smile on her face again, youâll have done more good than you know,â I say. âSheâll be working now. Iâll take you to meet some of the fellows, show you around the place if you want. Big maze here, easy to get lost. Start with the garden, mm?â
Turns out this is a good idea. Walking around gets him out of his gloom. He asks questions, not about the past, just about my garden and the work
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