Anthology - Realms of Mystery Part 10

She trailed onto the bridge, her tail wagging, and came to a stop in the middle. The selkie apparently paused there, for her scent covered a spot on the low stone wall and two delicate feet had scuffed the snow along the edge.

Teza lifted her front paws to the stone wall and peered down at the swiftly flowing river below.

What had the Selkie done here? Had she resumed her seal form and fled back into the water? Had she dropped something?

Thoughtfully, Teza went back to her search of the road, and there, beyond the bridge, the selkie's trail continued. Teza followed it toward Immilmar and the section of the city where the large houses of the wealthy merchants and the lords crowded against the banks of the river. She was nearly among those houses when the road joined a larger thoroughfare and she lost the scent in a bewildering mob of smells from people, ponies, wagons, and other dogs.

She flopped down under a tree to rest and think. Her paws hurt from ice b.a.l.l.s that had collected between the pads of her toes, so she gnawed them out while she pondered everything she had learned so far, which, she had to give the witch credit, she would not have discovered as a human. Being a dog had some interesting advantages. In fact, learning this new ident.i.ty and trying something so different was positively exhilarating.

Twilight crept into the city by the time Teza decided what to do. There was one creature, a resident of Lake Ashane, who just might-for old time's sake-help her. Her mind made up, she ran easily out of the city and down to the sh.o.r.es of the Lake of Tears to look for the aughisky. Several times she had slipped down to the lake just to see how he fared. She knew his habits and favorite haunts, and she hoped to find him quickly.

Just as she suspected, he was in the second cove she tried. Blacker than night and exquisitelyformed, the aughisky was a carnivorous water horse who preyed on human flesh. Teza had once bound him to her with the attraction magic of a hippomane, but early that winter she had freed him. She hoped fervently he would remember her and stay on sh.o.r.e long enough to hear her plea.

The horse stiffened when he saw a tall, s.h.a.ggy dog trot toward him, then he dropped his glorious head and touched noses. "Oh, it's you," he snorted in amus.e.m.e.nt.

Teza stared up in surprise. "You can talk?"

"To animals. I do not eat them. I smell magic on you. A spell?"

She woofed a yes. "The witches did this to help me. I have to find someone."

"The witches. Interesting." He eyed the water's edge and made a move as if to leave.

"Don't go," Teza barked hastily. "Please, I have a favor to ask. For Kanlara."

The aughisky turned his attention back to her. "Why?"

"She is in trouble. I must find a selkie who is living on land now. Probably close by."

The aughisky lowered his head. His fiery green eyes peered at her through his long mane. "There is only one I know of. She was taken by a man and lives with him in the city."

"Do you know who?"

He snorted contempt. "They are all the same to me."

"I think she may have dropped something off the bridge."

"And you want me to look for it."

Teza nodded once. He would either do it or refuse, and all the begging in the world would not sway him.

The aughisky nickered a sound that reminded Teza of laughter. "Wait here," he said, then plunged into the dark water and was gone.

The cloud cover broke during the night and sunlight streamed over the lake at dawn. Teza crawled from her nest of dead leaves under a tree and stretched deliciously in the clear light. The cold did not seem so biting that morning, and the wind had died to a mere breath. She was about to look for some breakfast when something large and heavy plunged out of the lake. She whirled around, hoping it was not a water troll, and saw the aughisky prance out of the water carrying something in his mouth. He dropped his trophy at her feet.

Teza took a long look and a longer sniff and barked her grat.i.tude. The soggy, cold things lying in the snow still reeked of Gireth's blood despite their immersion in the river. One was a dagger shoved askew into a beautifully tooled leather sheath; the other was a lady's coin bag that had been badly stained and thrown away. Embroidered in the fine fabric was the emblem of the Vrul clan. Teza grinned wolfishly.

"Now I know where to look," she told the aughisky. "Thank you."

The water horse bobbed his head. "You can thank me by helping the selkie if you can. She did not ask to be taken from her family."

Teza nodded and watched the black horse return to his watery home. Full of excitement, she headed back to Immilmar where she carefully hid the dagger and the bag in a place she often used for her stolen goods. Everything was falling into place. Perhaps, with a little luck, she would find the selkie, learn the truth, and have Kanlara out of that prison by nightfall.

Ears high and tail waving, she ran along the road to the houses by the river and soon came to a stop before a wall of stone that surrounded a large house. Above the gate hung the same emblem she had seen on the lady's bag.

A voice suddenly shouted in the courtyard. Its harsh tones sent a chill of fear through the dog. It was the same man who had driven her out of the stable the day before. On swift feet she bolted around the wall to the back of the house.

Luck was with her twice that day, for as she came around to the rear of the residence, she saw an open postern gate in the wall. She was about to turn into it when she noticed a path that led down a gra.s.sy slope to the banks of the river. Teza slowed her gait to check the path for people. The path wasempty, but there was one person sitting on a dock that extended into the river.

Teza ducked behind a shrub to study the silent form. It seemed to be a slender woman, and a crazy woman at that, for she was sitting on the edge dangling her feet in the frigid water. Teza's ears came up.

There was only one creature that slim and lovely who could do something like that with impunity.

Keeping an ear perked toward the house, she walked quietly down to the dock and sat beside the woman. All of her doubt disappeared. The scent was the same and the appearance was correct for a selkie down to the pale green hair and the enchanting green eyes. The woman slanted a startled glance at the strange dog who just sat down with her, then she threw her arms around Teza's neck and burst into tears. Teza did not move.

"I hate him," the selkie sobbed. "I hate him! Why won't he just let me go?"

"Because he covets you?" Teza guessed.

The selkie let go as if stung. "You're not a real dog," she said. "I see now. . . you're ensorceled.

Who are you?"

"I am a friend of the woman who was charged for the murder of Lord Gireth."

"I'm sorry," the selkie said bitterly. "That was not planned. But Lord Rath found her capture very convenient."

"She didn't do it."

"I know." Tears streamed down her lovely face and she leaned into Teza's warm, furry sides. "Lord Rath ordered his death because Lord Gireth was going to expose him to your huhrong. His own kin!

Rath is a brute!"

"Can't you leave him?"

"He holds my seal skin." The selkie let her breath out in a sigh of total misery. "I even know where it is now, but I can't get to it."

Teza remained silent. She understood the selkie's fear-she had felt a small part of Rath's brutality herself. But just sitting out on a cold, damp dock was not going to free Kanlara. She had to find convincing proof of Kanlara's innocence-without convicting herself, if possible. At this point, only the selkie seemed to have the truth Teza needed.

"How about a trade?" the dog suggested. "I will get your skin for you, if you will come to my friend's trial and tell the Elders what you know."

The selkie's expression was transformed by a radiant hope. "Agreed. Let's go now. Rath was leaving to meet the huhrong. He should be gone by now, and most of his men with him." She drew her feet out of the water and slipped them into her shoes.

Teza observed with interest that the selkie's feet were delicately shaped and webbed between each toe. When she rose to her full height, the selkie was not as tall as Teza used to be, but her form was as slender as a lake reed and fully proportioned in breast and hip. It was little wonder human males desired the voluptuous seal maidens.

Silently, the two walked up the slope to the postern in the surrounding wall. The selkie slipped through, gestured to Teza, then led her to the house. Teza stared wide-eyed at the edifice.

It was huge, by Rashemi standards: a two-story stone and timber building set over a deep undercroft. A narrow wooden stair led up to the single back door. The windows, set in the thick walls, were mere arrow-slits. The house gave Teza the impression of being both a fortress and a prison. Little wonder the selkie hated it.

The two entered into a long, shadowed hail that extended the width of the house. The selkie led Teza to a staircase and paused at the first step. "He keeps my skin in a chest in his room on the second floor," she whispered. "Go right. Second door."

"Are there any locks or guards or spells on it?"

The selkie nodded reluctantly. "There is one thing he uses to guard the skin. Salt."

"Salt?" repeated Teza skeptically. "What kind of a deterrent is that?"

"I am a freshwater selkie," the seal-woman explained. "Salt burns us like acid."

"Why couldn't one of the house servants get it for you?"

"They are terrified of him."Teza waited no longer but flew up the stairs on silent paws. Following directions, she found the room and drew open the bar on the door with her teeth. The chest was easy to find, being the only one in a large and very spa.r.s.e room. It sat against the wall near a bed. Teza trotted over, her toenails clicking softly on the bare wood floor. Opening the big rectangular box proved difficult because there was a latch that defied canine teeth and claws. Finally, though, she worked it open, and rising to her hind legs, she thrust her head into the chest and began to pull out clothes and personal items right and left. She made no effort to be careful or circ.u.mspect. There wasn't time, and she felt an ever-increasing sense of urgency.

At last, near the bottom, she scented the strong odor of salt. A package wrapped in salted leather lay at the very bottom of chest.

Teza s.n.a.t.c.hed the bundle and ran. She scooted out into the hall just in time to hear the selkie cry a warning. "He's coming! Hurry!" Out in the courtyard sounded the shouted voice of Lord Rath. Booted feet pounded on the stairs outside. Teza scrabbled to the top of the stairs, tore open the salty leather, and heaved the velvety soft skin of the selkie over the banister.

It fell directly into the selkie's arms.

At that instant the front door slammed open and Lord Rath strode in. His haughty glance caught sight of the selkie clasping the seal skin in her arms, and he roared with rage. Faster than a bird, the selkie whirled on her toes and raced for the back door and the path leading to the river.

"After her, you sc.u.m!" he bellowed to his men. He and all his guards charged after the fleeing seal-woman. Teza watched them go from the cover of the second floor balcony. As soon as it seemed clear, she bolted down the stairs and ran for the front door. It was then that her luck ran out.

An armed guard stepped into the doorway just as she reached it. "Hey, you mutt," he shouted at her. "What are you doing in the house?" He adroitly grabbed the scruff of her neck and brought her to a scrabbling halt by his leg. She growled and snapped at his hand, but this man had experience with dogs.

He cuffed her hard, then dragged her down the stairs to the courtyard. She struggled to get away from him. A second ringing blow to her head nearly knocked her off her feet, and in that moment of weakness, the guard hauled her to the kennels, threw her unceremoniously inside, and slammed shut the gate. Teza collapsed on the straw, her mind reeling.

Three other dogs in the kennel with her withdrew to their own places and left her in peace. Teza was glad. Her ribs ached, her head pounded, and her hopes were crushed. She was trapped in a pen as stout as a prison and her one witness was beyond her reach. She had hoped to escort the selkie out of Lord Rath's reach and bring her to the longhouse for the trial. Now the selkie was gone. If she escaped to the river, she would never dare return to the city for fear of Lord Rath. And if Rath caught her now, he would surely imprison her in the house for her attempted escape.

Teza whined. Tomorrow was Kanlara's trial. Tomorrow she needed to present evidence to the Elders to prove Kanlara's innocence. Yet nothing she had was tangible, and who would take the word of a wanted horse thief in the shape of a dog?

She lifted her muzzle to the sky. "By all the G.o.ds," she howled, "if Kanlara is freed, I swear I will try to find honest work. Something new. Something she and I both can accept. If I can be a dog, by Mask, I can be anything to keep my friend."

"Shut up, you stupid dog!" bellowed one of the grooms.

Teza climbed slowly to her feet and sat by the gate. A few minutes later Lord Rath returned, roaring like an enraged bull. Teza snorted to herself. The selkie had obviously escaped. At least she had the satisfaction of that. Thankfully, Rath was too busy taking his fury out on his men to notice a strange dog in his kennel. She turned her back on the uproar in the courtyard, curled up in the straw, and went to sleep.

She was more exhausted than she thought, for not even the arrival of the dogs' dinner that evening roused her from her deep sleep. When she finally awakened, it was dawn. Early dawn, thankfully. She opened her eyes and discovered that the witch's spell had worn off. She was human again, miserably cold and without a sc.r.a.p of clothing to cover her. The dogs lay in their corner and eyed her askance.

"Good dogs," she whispered. As quietly as she could, she slipped the latch on the kennel and eased out. The main gate was closed and there were guards standing nearby, but in the early morning gloom, no one saw the young woman slip into several outbuildings by the wall. Soon, a shuffling figure in an old skirtand heavy coat came out and made her way around the back of the house. She found the postern gate, picked the lock, and vanished into the awakening city.

A short time later, a young woman walked to the front gate of Lord Rath's house and presented a letter for the fyrra to the guards there.

Teza smiled at them winningly, and they in turn were quite willing to oblige. She handed them her carefully penned missive, winked at them both, and walked away, swinging her hips like a tavern girl.

Kanlara had spent the winter teaching her to read and write, and this letter she had written to Lord Rath made every difficult hour she had spent struggling to learn her letters worthwhile. If Rath fell for her threat of blackmail and came to the place she suggested to meet, the selkie would not have to worry about him again.

Just to ensure that the trap would be waiting, she hurried down to the lake to find the aughisky. He was still by the sh.o.r.e, still hoping for a meal. Winter was a difficult time for the waterhorse, and Teza hoped his hunger would make him linger.

Although she could no longer understand him, he still seemed to know what she was saying. When she explained her plan, his eyes lit with a greedy, green glow. Satisfied, Teza fetched the dagger and the purse out of their hiding place and went back to the room in the Guardian Witch. There was only a short time left until the trial and she needed every minute of it to resume her ident.i.ty as a young man and to try to plan what she would say to the judges. There was nothing left but her own truth.

The communal longhouse was crowded when she reached it, and Teza had to push her way to the front where she could wait for the judges to appear. They soon came, accompanied by the Fang guards and Kanlara. The feeblemind spell had been removed so Kanlara could hear the evidence against her and tell her own side, but her hands were firmly tied and a witch stood guard beside her to prevent any sorcery.

The Elders quickly silenced the crowd and the trial commenced. In Immilmar tradition, the evidence against the accused was presented first, and even Teza had to admit it sounded d.a.m.ning. The Elders called for Tezan to stand forth in Kanlara's behalf.

The wizardess stared at her friend, her eyes pleading, begging Teza not to say anything that would condemn the horse thief to imprisonment and amputation.

Teza would not look at her. She stood before the three men and drew a deep breath. "Most revered sirs," she began. "I have known from the beginning that Kanlara was innocent of this charge of murder because I-"

"Because I did it," a voice called from the back.

The onlookers erupted in an uproar of excitement and curiosity. A path opened through the crowd and a Rashemi witch and a figure in a voluminous cloak walked forward to meet the judges. People bowed in respect to the witch and stared in open curiosity at the slender woman accompanying her. The two walked to Teza's side and stopped before the judges.

The figure in the cloak threw back her hood to reveal the green hair and lovely face of the selkie.

She gave Teza a beaming smile of grat.i.tude. "Lord Rath is dead," she whispered. "He fell for your bait.

The aughisky came for me as soon as he finished with the man." Her eyes sparkled like gems. "I went to your friend the witch as quickly as I could. She has promised me protection for my information."

"Your friend, the witch." Teza liked those words. She lifted her gaze to the enigmatic mask of the black-robed witch and nodded her thanks.

"Young woman," boomed a judged. "Are you the one who just confessed to killing Lord Gireth?"

The selkie turned to the men at the table. "Yes. My captor, Lord Rath, forced me to kill Gireth in the stable at the Red Stallion Inn. Lord Gireth had learned through his servant that his brother-in-law was about to betray him to the huhrong over a small matter of smuggling and bribery. He despised Gireth, but not enough to dirty his own hands with the crime, so he threatened to destroy my skin and beat me to death if I did not do his bidding. Even then I might have wavered, so he drugged me with a poison thatweakened my will to fight him. He gave me the dagger, hid me in the stable and lured Gireth out with a false message."

Teza silently produced the dagger and laid it and the bloodstained purse before the Elders. The witch watched impa.s.sively. Kanlara's face brightened with rising hope.

The judges asked many questions of the selkie and Kanlara and they carefully examined the dagger and the purse. To everyone's surprise, the witch with the selkie filled in a number of details about Lord Rath's activities in Immilmar and other cities in Rashemen. The judges decided a full investigation of his crimes needed to be held immediately and they recommended that word be sent to the huhrong to have Lord Rath arrested.

Teza glanced at the selkie and dropped her eyelid in a slow wink. She didn't think there was a need to rush.

"In the face of such clear evidence, we free Kanlara from the charges of murder and release her,"

announced the judges.

Teza whooped with joy. She sprang around the Fang guard and untied Kanlara's hands herself. The wizardess fell into her arms and returned her overjoyed hug.

"Thank you, my sister," she whispered to Teza. "Thank you for everything."

The horse thief grinned. "Wait till you hear the rest of the story."

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