"Kerr,.Katharine.-.Westlands.04.-.A.Time.Of.Justice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories) 'Course you do. Now I'll just make this into loaves, and we'll let it rise while we talk things over.'
Once the loaves of bread were formed and draped with a damp cloth on a wooden board, the old woman went into another chamber. Jill could hear her rustling about; then she came back with a small clay pot stoppered with a bit of old rag and a small object wrapped in black cloth. She handed Jill the wrapped object, then sat down next to her. 'Now don't you ever unwrap that cloth. It'll spoil the dweomer if you do. You carry that with you, and we'll see if your pretty silver dagger has eyes for another lass again.' She set the pot on the table. 'I'll wager he's a hard-drinking man, so you wait until he's sound asleep and snoring from his ale, and then you put this on his back. I'll show you the pattern to draw.' With the pattern came a silent prayer: Aranrhodda, Aranrhodda, Aranrhodda, rica rica soro, alam bacyn alam, Aranrhodda rica. Since the old woman could tell her nothing about what this chant meant, Jill had trouble memorizing it. By the time she did, the morning was well on its way to noon, and the old woman hospitably offered her a bit of ale and cheese. 'If that man of yours isn't going to wonder where you are, that is. Don't want to make him turn nasty and beat you.' 'Oh he'll be looking for a hire all day. That's why I knew I could get away.' They settled down companionably to their lunch. It was easy to ask innocent questions and get the old woman reminiscing about various times she'd used the lore. 'Now here,' Jill said at last, "Suppose I run into trouble somewhere else along the road. Do you think I'll be able to find another Wise Woman?' 'Depends where you ride. But usually you can find one of us if you look hard enough.' 'Of course, you'd hardly know. It's not like you could travel and meet places or suchlike.' 'True enough, but every now and then, you hear a bit of news.' Jill was wondering how deeply she dared pry when they heard horses riding into the farmyard. The hounds leapt up and barked their way out the front door with Gram right behind them. When Jill hurried after, she saw the three lasses from the gwerbret's dun dismounting while Gram kicked the dogs away. 'We got one for you,' the youngest-looking announced. 'Here, Gram.' The lass handed over something wrapped in a bit of cloth, oozing a few drops of blood. 'Now that's kind of you. He looks like a good big raven.' 'He is. And I got my falcon back before he spoiled too many feathers, too.' The oldest of the lasses suddenly yelped and pointed to Jill, standing in the doorway. 'Nothing to worry about,' Gram said. 'Just a lass, for all she's got that dagger and them men's clothes.' 'I'd best get back to my man,' Jill said. 'My thanks, Gram, for all your help.' 'You're welcome, Jill. And don't you let that man of yours know where you've been. I don't want him beating you for it.' When Jill mounted her horse, she was aware of the three noble ladies watching her wide-eyed in curiosity. Jill bowed to them from the saddle, then rode out, turning into the road and trotting fast for the river road. On the way back to town, she pitched the pot of salve into the river, but she kept the charm to show Rhodry and put his fears to rest. When she got back to the tavern, they went straight up to their dusty wedge-shaped chamber and closed the shutters over the window. They sat down on the floor, away from the bedbugs in the straw mattress. 'Here.' Jill handed him the charm. 'She says that if you unwrap it, you'll spoil the dweomer, so you'd best do just that.' Handling it as gingerly as a horse turd, Rhodry pulled the bit of cloth away to reveal a tiny stick, whittled into an unmistakable phallic shape and bound round with the strands of his hair. 'Oh by the hells,' Rhodry snapped. 'And what was this supposed to do to me?' 'I'll do naught of the sort! It might have some strange effect on me.' 'Rhodry! I swear you believe it's real.’ 'Well, how do I know it isn't real enough in its way?' They compromised on burying the charm out behind the stables, where it was unlikely that anyone would ever dig it up again. Although Jill teased Rhodry for his concern, she wondered why she was so sure that the charm was useless - her usual instinct, she supposed. All her life she'd been able to tell what dweomer was and what dweomer was not, just as she'd always been able to see the Wildfolk. Rhodry tamped the earth over the charm with the heel of his riding boot and stamped on it hard for good measure. 'Now kindly don't go buying any more of these from her, will you? Did you learn anything worth knowing while you were there?' 'Nothing directly about Mallona. But the gwerbret's daughters came riding up while I was there, and they seem to be up to their pretty elbows in this muck.' 'What? Now, this could be dangerous. Someone should tell his grace.' 'Not just yet, not until I've had a chance to worm what they know out of them. So remember, do hold your tongue about old Gram when you're talking to the gwerbret.' 'Talking to the - here, I can't face Tudvulc again! I'm not going up to the palace, and that's that.' Jill laid her hand on his arm and gave him the sweetest smile she could muster. 'Please, Rhodry? It's so awfully important.' 'Oh, he's so handsome!' Babryan said breathlessly. ‘I’d forgotten about Eldidd men! Those dark blue eyes!' 'He's a rotten silver dagger, Baba,' Wbridda snapped. 'You shouldn't even talk that way about him.' 'I don't care. He's noble-born, after all, and ‘I’ll bet his brother banished him for some silly reason. Don't you think Rhodry's handsome, Sevvi?' 'Well, sort of, but he frightens me. He's so strange, somehow. And I wager he's a harsh man in battle. I'll wager he can be truly cruel.' 'Men are supposed to be that way,’ Babryan said. 'Don't be silly.' The girls were sitting at their fireside in their hall, where they'd fled as soon as they could make a decent exit from the dinner table and Lord Timryc. Sevinna had suspected the worst during the meal, when she'd seen Babryan staring at this exile of a silver dagger whom the gwerbret had pitied enough to seat at his table. Now the worst was being confirmed: Babryan threw her arms round her knees and stared moodily into the fire. 'I wish he didn't already have a woman.' 'Well, he does,' Sevinna said. 'And a woman that looks like she could beat you to a pulp if she wanted to, too.' 'How nasty!' Babryan stuck her tongue out at Sevinna, then returned to the moody stare. 'Besides, I'd never want to break her heart or suchlike. She must have defied her father and ridden off with her Rhodry. Just like your Mam did, Sevvi.' 'Not at all! My father wasn't any dishonoured silver dagger.' 'My apologies, truly, I didn't mean that. You're so growly tonight, Sewi. I'll |ust wager you think he's handsome, too.' Sevinna crossed her arms over her chest and did her best to look dignified, but Babryan laughed at her. 'Oh, don't be such cats!' Wbridda broke in. 'Neither of you can have him, anyway. He might have been a gwerbret's son once, but he isn't any more.' |
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