Shalador's Lady

“What did your lady want to know?” Burle asked.



Looking a little apprehensive, James pulled his attention away from the Scelties. “There isn’t an ice chest that she could find in the kitchen area.” He sounded apologetic. “It would help our food last longer if we could purchase some ice.”



Burle frowned. “There are cold boxes, and each of them have a small freezer inside the main box. I checked them out, and they’re all in good working order. Need a good scrubbing, of course, but if that’s been done, they’re ready for a cold spell.”



Seeing James’s discomfort, Ranon said, “I think that’s the problem, Burle. The cold boxes don’t work without Craft, and landens can’t do Craft.”



“There aren’t any youths in your village who are interested in earning some pocket money?” Burle asked. Then he huffed. “Look. I know things have been hard here. You just need to look around to see it. And I know there have been bad troubles here between the Blood and landens. But the fighting is over, and from what I understand there wasn’t any of that kind of fighting in Eyota. These people are here because you all decided you were willing to work together to build a new life. Isn’t that so?”



“Yes,” Ranon said.



“So.” Burle looked at James. “Cold box is more dependable than ice. The spell needs to be renewed on a weekly basis.” Now he looked at Ranon and Rogir. “Around Weavers Field, where I come from, a couple of enterprising young Warlords go to the neighboring landen village where some of the people have bought cold boxes. They charge a fee for maintaining the spell on each cold box. Now I know things are tight here and no one has much coin to spare, but these houses also have a tank for hot water that needs Craft too. So it seems to me that charging three coppers a week for both spells would be fair. At least for this first little while.”



“I can ask around the village and see if anyone is interested,” Ranon said.



*We could do those spells,* Wynne said.



*We know our Craft,* Duffy said.



The men looked at one another. No one had noticed the Scelties joining them.



“Well,” Burle finally said. “You come with me. I’ll show you the spells, and you can give them a try. Then we’ll see.”



*What happens if they do it wrong?* Ranon asked Burle.



*Then I guess I’ll be buying that landen family another cold box or ice chest,* Burle replied as he and the Scelties went into one of the houses.



“We didn’t expect you for a few more days,” Rogir said.



“That was my decision, sir,” Jaego said.



“Mine too,” Ristoff said. “Moore is about a day behind us with the rest of the landen families and livestock.”



“You must have driven the animals awfully hard,” Rogir said.



“No, sir. We had help.” James shook his head and sounded like he still didn’t quite believe what had happened.



Jaego nodded, then looked at the other guard. “Ristoff and I took the liberty to make some decisions on the Queen’s behalf.”



Ranon stiffened, then forced himself to relax. Hadn’t he also taken the liberty to make some promises in Cassidy’s name? If these men were going to serve as guards in her court, he had to show some confidence in their decisions—at least until those decisions proved unworthy of that trust. “Explain.”



“People are still feeling plenty uneasy, and we were concerned about the landen families traveling so far,” Jaego said. “Especially since some of the raiding parties had traveled the same way during the uprisings. Some animals, and a couple of women with a lot more men.”



“Two days out, we stopped at a Coaching station on the outskirts of a village,” Ristoff said. “Showed the Coachmen the letters of passage from the Queen’s Steward, and told them that she wanted these craftsmen and the other families settled near her home village as part of her plans to restore Dena Nehele. They had heard of some of the things Lady Cassidy has done already to help restore our land, so they offered their livestock Coach and a passenger Coach. Since it required several trips, and we had to load the wagons into the livestock Coach after the animals, we agreed on a spot south of the Heartsblood River as a place to disembark.”



Jaego called in some papers and handed them to Ranon. “We didn’t have enough marks to cover the usual fares, but the Coachmen didn’t name a price. Those papers indicate the number of trips they made, the number of wagons and livestock taken. They said they’ll accept whatever fee the Queen deems fair.”



“They did ask that we mention their names,” Ristoff said. “They wanted Lady Cassidy to know there are others beyond her court who are willing to serve in their own way.”



The ripples from one heart can change so much,Ranon thought.Cassidy has changed so much.



“Well done,” he said, his voice warm with approval. “Well done.”



Then he noticed Burle coming out of the house. The man kept scratching the back of his neck, but Ranon didn’t think the itch was on Burle’s skin.



“Problem?” he asked.



“No,” Burle replied. “Not exactly. Those two youngsters are right. They do know their Craft. They learned both those spells after being shown once, and they can do them better than a good many young humans I’ve known.”



“Then what’s the problem?” Why did he ask the question when he didn’t really want to be given the answer?



Burle wasn’t looking any of them in the eye, and that made Ranon nervous.



“It’s like this,” Burle finally said. “Wynne and Duffy want to try out this payment-for-work idea humans seem so fond of.”



Ah, shit.



“So they’ll maintain the spells on the cold boxes and water tanks for three coppers a week for each household.” Burle looked at James Weaver.



“That sounds fair,” James said.



“They also want three coppers a day to guard and herd livestock.”



“I thought they liked herding sheep,” Rogir said.



“A man who likes his work still wants to be paid for it,” Burle said.



“Anything else?” Ranon asked.



Burle nodded. “Since they’ll be helping guard the community, they’ll live in the guardhouse with whoever is stationed here. They want their own big chair so the humans can’t snarl about them being on the furniture.”



Ranon found himself nodding in time with Rogir.



“One of them is free each week to go to story time in the village,” Burle continued. He glanced at James. “Do you have a teacher for your children?”



James nodded. “Potter’s wife has been teaching some of our children.”



“Well, Wynne and Duffy want a little time with the teacher each day to continue learning to read and do their sums.”



Ranon’s jaw dropped. “They read?They can read? Then why doI have to readSceltie Saves the Day every damn night?”



Rogir and James looked at him.



“You don’t have children yet, do you?” James asked.



The Rock of Foreboding sank in the pond of Ranon’s belly.



Hell’s fire.He had read that damn book too many times.



“Think of this as practice,” Rogir said.



“Next thing you know they’ll be writing their own stories,” Ranon muttered.



Burle shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. Writing requires special Craft for a Sceltie, and it’s hard to learn. Someone named Ladvarian can write a whole letter, but he got special training from the living myth. Of the Scelties here, only Vae can write a little.”



Vae could write? Hell’s fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful.



“Anything else?” he asked. Damn it! He was a Warlord Prince. Running away wasnot an option.



Running away sounded like a very good idea, though.



“That was all of it,” Burle said. “If James here is willing to represent his people and we have a bargain, I’ll tell the youngsters and we’ll finish the deal.”



James looked back at the other landens. The men nodded, so it was obvious they had chosen him to be their spokesman and interact with the Blood. “We have a deal.”



Burle waved a hand.



Wynne and Duffy trotted up to them.



“You have a bargain,” Burle told them. “A handshake before witnesses is considered a fair agreement.”



The Scelties popped up to hover on air about waist high. They sat and offered their right front paws to James, who seemed to have a sudden understanding of just what he was getting himself and his people into. But he shook with Wynne and Duffy, sealing the bargain.



The Scelties, along with the guards, went off to the guardhouse to see what would be needed. Burle waved at the landens and headed for his wagon. Ranon mounted his horse and rode out too.



As he rode back to Eyota, he wondered if Jaenelle Angelline and Morghann, the Queen of Scelt, had known exactly what they were doing when they let these particular Scelties loose on an unsuspecting people.



And he knew he would take perverse pleasure in watching the faces of the rest of the court when he told them about this day’s adventure.



CHAPTER 24



TERREILLE



Kermilla crumpled the letter from Correne, tossed it into the fireplace, and blasted it with witchfire, turning it to ash in seconds.



She paced her bedroom, feeling more misused with every circuit she made. She’d wasted the whole summer, when she should have been enjoying picnics and parties instead of being criticized for not working in the damn garden. And despite her pointed hints, Theran remained oblivious to what she’d given up to stay here and wait until he could make her the Queen of Dena Nehele.



There was nothing to do in this dung-heap town.Nothing! She could visit a couple of aristo girls she’d become acquainted with, but they had nointeresting conversation, so there wasn’t much point. Besides, about the only things they could do during these visits were walk around the village or drive around the village. And if they did that, the girls wanted to browse in the shops, and what was the point of going into shops if you couldn’t buy anything? She’d writtenthree letters to her Steward, Lord Gallard, telling him to double the forthcoming autumn tithes because she needed the income, and alsocommanding him to send her some marks from the village treasury to hold her over.