soak. The next morning he woke in considerable pain. He wasnât about to complain, however; he had actually expected the pain. Every time heâd been set to a new task by the Pieterses, heâd hurt, from simple soreness to being in agony. That was just the way it was; you did something new, you used muscles you hadnât before, and you hurt. And he knew what to do about it, too. He crawled out of bed, with his legs screaming at him, and slowly began to stretch. When his legs were only whimpering, he went to breakfast, then went back to the barracks room and stretched some more. Dallen noted this with quiet approval, and sent him in search of the Healer, who gave him a bitter tasting tea to drink and a bottle of something that smelled rather like pine sap to rub on. And both helped. By afternoon, most of the worst of the pain was gone, which was when Dallen summoned him to riding practice again.
On the one hand, he wanted to rebel. On the other . . . well, there was no doubt at all in his mind that this was not something he could refuse to do. He knew from all of his reading and all of the things he had picked up, listening to gossip around the Guard Post, that Heralds rode, and spent most of their time in the saddle. It wasnât just the long ride to Haven, whatever that wasâif he was going to stay with Dallen, he would have to learn to be a Herald. If he was going to be a Herald, he would have to learn how to ride, and ride well.
For something had changed inside him, when Dallen had shown him that intricate web of lives all linked together, lives that now included his. He had made a commitment without even having to think about it. It had begun when he had accepted Dallen, all unthinking, understanding only dimly that he would never be alone again. Now he had extended that acceptance to other Heralds and Companions, and to all that it meant, all he would have to do to become a Herald. Again, it was unthinking, because it was right. Not that this was something he was somehow âmeantâ to do, but because it was the right and proper thing to do.
So complaining, and rebellion, were irrelevant.
Out he went, in his oversized coat. This time, under Dallenâs direction, he got one of the Guardsmen to help him put all of Dallenâs stuff on him, and tell him the names of the things as he put them on. Then it was off into the snow again, for a repetition of yesterdayâs lesson.
This time he was so tired that after a hot soak and more of that pine-scented liquid outside of him and the bitter tea inside of him, he went to lie down. He didnât exactly sleep, but he wasnât entirely awake either, when one of the men came to tell him that Jakyr was looking for him. Hastily, he sat up and tried to get his fuzzy head working, then limped to the library.
Jakyr was standing at the window, looking out. âI thought you would like to know what is going to happen to Cole Pieters and his mine, Mags,â Jakyr said, without turning around. âThe evidence was presented and relayed to Haven, but the local Court has already decided that there is more than enough there to warrant removing him and his family from the property. Administration will be taken over by Lord Astley, who was genuinely horrified to discover the extent of his abuse. The children are to be taken away at once, and given into the custody of a Temple on Lord Astleyâs property. From there, good homes will be found for them, which is what should have been done in the first place. The adults will be given a choice of continuing to work at fair wages or going elsewhere.â
Mags frowned and tried to put all the pieces of that together. It just wouldnât come clear in his mind, as if it wasnât real. Still . . . âThey wonâ leave,â Mags felt impelled to tell him. âThey donâ know nothing else. Some on âem are crazy.â
âI have no doubt of that.â Now Jakyr turned to face
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