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and mix potions. She taught as she went, explaining Darsy’s errors and what she was doing to correct them, and Leesha listened attentively.

      Finally, they had done all they could, and stitched the wound closed, wrapping it in clean bandages. Ande remained drugged into a deep slumber, but he seemed to be breathing easier, and his skin was closer to its normal tone.

      ‘Will he be all right?’ Smitt asked, as Leesha helped Bruna to her feet.

      ‘No thanks to you or Darsy,’ Bruna snapped. ‘But if he stays right where he is, and does exactly as he’s told, then this won’t be what kills him in the end.’

      As they headed for the door, Bruna walked over to the cots where Gared and Steave lay. ‘Take those stupid bandages off your eyes, and quit your whining,’ she snapped.

      Gared was the first to comply, squinting in the light. ‘I can see!’ he cried.

      ‘Of course you can see, you wood-brained idiot,’ Bruna said. ‘The town needs someone to move heavy things from place to place, and you can’t do that blind.’ She shook her stick at him. ‘But you cross me again, and blindness will be the least of your worries!’

      Gared went pale, and nodded.

      ‘Good,’ Bruna said. ‘Now say true. Did you take Leesha’s flower?’

      Gared looked around, frightened. Finally, his eyes dropped. ‘No,’ he said. ‘It was a lie.’

      ‘Speak up, boy,’ Bruna snapped. ‘I’m an old woman, and my ears aren’t what they used to be.’ Louder, so that everyone could hear, she asked, ‘Did you take Leesha’s flower?’

      ‘No!’ Gared called, his face flushing even redder than it had from the powder. Whispers spread like fire through the crowd at that.

      Steave had removed his own bandage by then, and slapped his son hard on the back of the head. ‘There’s going to be the Core to pay when we get home,’ he growled.

      ‘Not my home,’ Erny said. Elona looked up at him sharply, but Erny ignored her, pointing his thumb at Smitt. ‘There’s a room for the two of you at the inn,’ he said.

      ‘The cost of which you will work off,’ Smitt added, ‘and you’ll be out in a month, even if all you’ve managed to build in that time is a lean-to.’

      ‘Ridiculous!’ Elona said. ‘They can’t work for their room and build a house in a month!’

      ‘I think you have your own worries,’ Smitt said.

      ‘What do you mean?’ Elona asked.

      ‘He means you have a decision to make,’ Erny said. ‘Either you learn to keep your marriage vows, or I have the Tender dissolve it and you join Steave and Gared in their lean-to.’

      ‘You can’t be serious,’ Elona said.

      ‘I’ve never been more,’ Erny replied.

      ‘The Core with him,’ Steave said. ‘Come with me.’

      Elona looked at him sideways. ‘To live in a lean-to?’ she asked. ‘Not likely.’

      ‘Then you’d best head home,’ Erny said. ‘It’s going to take you a while to learn your way around the kitchen.’

      Elona scowled, and Leesha knew her father’s struggle was just beginning, but her mother left as she was told, and that said much for his chances.

      Erny kissed his daughter. ‘I’m proud of you,’ he said. ‘And I hope one day to make you proud of me, as well.’

      ‘Oh, Da,’ Leesha said, hugging him, ‘you have.’

      ‘Then you’ll come home?’ he asked hopefully.

      Leesha looked back at Bruna, then back at him, and shook her head.

      Erny nodded, and hugged her again. ‘I understand.’

       7

       Rojer 318 AR

      Rojer followed his mother as she swept the inn, his little broom swishing side to side in imitation of her broad strokes. She smiled down at him, ruffling his bright red hair, and he beamed back at her. He was three years old.

      ‘Sweep behind the firebox, Rojer,’ she said, and he hurried to comply, slapping the bristles into the crevice between the box and wall, sending wood dust and bits of bark flying. His mother swept the results into a neat pile.

      The door swung open, and Rojer’s father came in, arms full of wood. He trailed bits of bark and soil as he crossed the room.

      ‘Jessum!’ his mother cried. ‘I just swept in here!’

      ‘I help sweep!’ Rojer proclaimed loudly.

      ‘That’s right,’ his mother agreed, ‘and your father’s making a mess.’

      ‘You want to run out of wood in the night with the Duke and his entourage upstairs?’ Jessum asked.

      ‘His Grace won’t be here for a week at least,’ his mother replied.

      ‘Best do the work now while the inn’s quiet, Kally,’ Jessum said. ‘No telling how many courtiers the Duke will bring, running us to and fro to like little Riverbridge was Angiers itself.’

      ‘If you want to do something useful,’ Kally said, ‘the wards outside are starting to peel.’

      Jessum nodded. ‘I saw,’ he said. ‘The wood warped in that last cold snap.’

      ‘Master Piter was supposed to redraw them a week ago,’ Kally said.

      ‘Spoke to him yesterday,’ Jessum said. ‘He’s putting everyone off to work on the bridge, but he says they’ll be ready before the Duke comes.’

      ‘It’s not the Duke I’m worried about,’ Kally said. ‘Piter’s only concern may be impressing Rhinebeck in hopes of a royal commission, but I have simpler concerns, like not having my family cored in the night.’

      ‘All right, all right,’ Jessum said, holding up his hands. ‘I’ll go talk to him again.’

      ‘You’d think Piter would know better,’ Kally went on. ‘Rhinebeck ent even our duke.’

      ‘He’s the only one close enough to get help to us if we need it quick,’ Jessum said. ‘Euchor doesn’t care for Riverbridge, long as Messengers get through and taxes come on time.’

      ‘See the light,’ Kally said. ‘If Rhinebeck’s coming, it’s because he’s sniffing for taxes, too. We’ll be paying from both ends afore Rojer sees another summer.’

      ‘What would you have us do?’ Jessum asked. ‘Anger a day away for the sake of the one two weeks to the north?’

      ‘I didn’t say we should spit in his eye,’ Kally said. ‘I just don’t see why impressing him comes before warding our own homes.’

      ‘I said I’d go,’ Jessum said.

      ‘So go,’ Kally said. ‘It’s past noon already. And take Rojer with you. Maybe that will remind you what’s really important.’

      Jessum swallowed his scowl and squatted before his son. ‘Want to go see the bridge, Rojer?’ he asked.

      ‘Fishing?’ Rojer asked. He loved to fish off the side of the bridge with his father.

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