The Sharing Knife - Beguilement Part 12

"This here"s Miss Fawn Bluefield," said Dag.

Fawn dipped her knees. "How de" do?"

"And she is... ?" said the man dubiously.

"She"s with me." Something distinctly firm in Dag"s voice discouraged further questions, and the two patrollers, after civil if still curious nods at Fawn, led the way inside.

Fawn had only a glimpse of the entry hall, featuring a tall wooden counter and archways leading off to some big rooms, before she followed the patrollers up a staircase with a time-polished banister, cool and smooth under her hesitant fingertips. One flight up, they turned into a hallway lined with doors on either side and a gla.s.s window set in the end for light.

"You partner"s mostly lucid today, although he still keeps claiming you brought him back from the dead," said the man over his shoulder.

"He wasn"t dead," said Dag.

The man shot a look at the woman. "Told you."

"His heart had stopped and he"d quit breathing, was all."

Fawn blinked in bafflement. And, she was heartened to see, she wasn"t the only one.

"Er..." The man stopped outside a door with a bra.s.s number 6 on it. "Pardon, sir? I"d always been taught it was too risky to match grounds with someone mortally injured, and unworkable to block the pain at speed."

"Likely." Dag shrugged. "I just skipped the extras and went in and out fast."

"Oh," said the woman in a voice of enlightenment that Fawn did not share.

The man blurted, "Didn"t it hurt?"

Dag gave him a long, slow look. Fawn was very glad it wasn"t her at the focus, because that look could surely reduce people to grease spots on the floor. Dag gave the other patroller a moment more to melt-precisely timed, she was suddenly certain-then nodded at the door.

The woman hastened to open it.

Dag pa.s.sed in. If the two patrollers had been respectful before, the look they now exchanged behind his back was downright daunted. The woman glanced at Fawn doubtfully but did not attempt to exclude her as she slipped through the door in Dag"s wake.

The room had cutwork linen curtains, pushed open and moving gently in the summer air, and flanking the window two beds with feather ticks atop straw ticks. One was empty, though it had gear and saddlebags piled on the floor at its foot. So did the other, but in it lay an- inevitably-tall young man. His hair was light brown, unbraided, and spread out upon his pillow. A rumpled sheet was pulled up to his chest, where his torso was wrapped around with bandages. He stared listlessly at the ceiling, his pale brow wrinkled. When he turned his head at the sound of steps and recognized his visitor, the pain in his face transformed to joy so fast it looked like a flash flood was.h.i.+ng over him.

"Dag! You made it!" He laughed, coughed, grimaced, and moaned. "Ow. Knew you would!"

The patroller woman raised her eyebrows at this broad claim but grinned indulgently.

Dag walked to the bedside and smiled down, adopting a cheerful tone. "Now, I know you had six broken ribs at least. I ask you, is is this the time for speeches?" this the time for speeches?"

"Only a short one," wheezed the young man. His hand found Dag"s and grasped it. "Thank you."

Dag"s brows twitched, but he didn"t argue. Such sincere grat.i.tude shone in the young man"s eyes, Fawn warmed to him at once. Finally, somebody seemed to be taking Dag at his worth.

Saun turned his head to peer somewhat blearily at her, and she smiled at him with all her heart. He blinked rapidly and smiled back, looking a bit flummoxed.

Dag gave the hand a little shake from side to side, and asked more softly, "How"re you doing, Saun?"

"It only hurts when I laugh."

"Oh? Don"t let the patrol know that." The dry light in Dag"s eyes was mirth, Fawn realized.

Saun sputtered and coughed. "Ow! Blast you, Dag!"

"See what I mean?" He added more sternly, "They tell me you haven"t been sleeping. I said, couldn"t be-this is the patroller we have to roll out of his blankets by force in camp in the morning. Feather beds too soft for you now? Shall I bring you a few rocks to make it more homelike?"

Saun held a hand to his bandaged chest and carefully refrained from chuckling. "Naw. All I I want is your tale. They said"-his face grew grave in memory, and he moistened his lips- want is your tale. They said"-his face grew grave in memory, and he moistened his lips- "they found your horse yesterday miles from the lair, found the lair, found half your gear and your bow abandoned in a pile. Your bow bow. Didn"t think you"d ever leave that that on purpose. Two rotting mud-men and a pile of something Mari swore was the dead malice, and a trail of blood leading off to nothing. What were we supposed to think?" on purpose. Two rotting mud-men and a pile of something Mari swore was the dead malice, and a trail of blood leading off to nothing. What were we supposed to think?"

"I was rather hoping someone would think I"d found shelter at the nearest farm," Dag said ruefully. "I begin to suspect I"m not exciting enough for you all."

Saun"s eyes narrowed. "There"s more than that," he said positively.

"Quite a bit, but it"s for Mari"s ears first." Dag glanced at Fawn.

Saun slumped in apparent acceptance of this. "As long as I get more sometime."

"Sometime." Dag hesitated, then added diffidently, "So... did they also find the body I"d left in the tree?"

Three faces turned to stare.

"Evidently not yet," Dag murmured.

"See what I told you? See?" said Saun to his companions in a voice of vindication. He added to Dag through slightly gritted teeth, "Sometime soon, all right?"

"As I can." Dag nodded at the two from the other patrol. "Did Mari say when she"d be back?"

They shook their heads. "She left at dawn," the woman offered.

"Need anything more right now, Saun?" asked the patroller man.

"You just brought me what I wanted most," said Saun. "Take a break, eh?"

"I think I will." With a barely audible grunt of pain, the patroller man sat down on the other bed, evidently his own, shed his boots, and used his hands to swing the stiff leg inboard.

"Ah."

Dag nodded in farewell. "Sleep hard, Saun. Try and wake up smarter, eh?"

A faint snort and a m.u.f.fled Ow! Ow! followed the three out. Dag"s face, turning away, softened like a man finding grace in an unexpected hour. "Yeah, he"ll be all right," he muttered in satisfaction. followed the three out. Dag"s face, turning away, softened like a man finding grace in an unexpected hour. "Yeah, he"ll be all right," he muttered in satisfaction.

The patroller woman closed the door quietly behind them.

"So, was that Saun the Sheep?" asked Fawn.

"Aye, the very lamb," said Dag. "If he lives long enough to trade in some of that enthusiasm for brains, he"ll be a good patroller. He"s made it to twenty, so far. Must be luck." His smile took a twist. "Same as you, Little Spark."

As they started down the hall, a woman"s voice called weakly from a room with an open door.

"That"s Reela," said the patroller woman quickly. "Do you have all you need, sir?"

"If not, I"ll find it." Dag gave a dismissing wave. "I"ve known this place for years."

"Then if you"ll excuse me, I"ll go see what she wants." She nodded and stepped away.

As they made their way down the stairs, Fawn heard Dag mutter under his breath, "Stop sir-ing me, you dreadful puppies!" He paused at the bottom, his hand on the rail, and looked back upward, his face going distant.

"Now what are you thinking?" Fawn asked softly.

"I"m thinking... that when our walking wounded are set to look after our carrying-wounded, it"s a sure sign we"re too short-rostered. Mari"s patrol is sixteen, four by four. It should be twenty-five, five by five. I wonder how many Chato"s patrol is down by? Ah, well." He vented a sigh. "Let"s rustle us up some food, Spark."

Dag led her to a rather astonis.h.i.+ng little commode chamber, where she was able to swap out her dressings and wash up in the pretty painted tin basin provided. When she emerged, he escorted her in turn to one of the big downstairs rooms, full of tables with benches or chairs but, at this hour, empty of other people. In a few minutes, a serving girl came out of the kitchen in back with a tray of ham, cheese, two kinds of bread, cream-and-rhubarb pie, and strawberries, with a pitcher of beer and a jug of milk, fresh, the girl informed them, from the hotel"s own cows kept out back. Fawn mentally added serving girl serving girl to her list of potential Gla.s.sforge jobs, as well as to her list of potential Gla.s.sforge jobs, as well as milkmaid milkmaid, and set to under Dag"s benign eye. More relaxed than she"d ever seen him, he plowed in heartily, she noted with satisfaction.

They were contesting the last strawberry, each trying to press it on the other, when Dag"s head came up, and he said "Ah." In a moment, Fawn could hear through the open windows the clatter of horses and echo of voices in the stable yard. In another minute, the door slammed open and booted footsteps rapped across the floorboards. Mari, trailed by two other patrollers, swept into the dining room, halted by their table, planted her fists on her hips, and glowered at Dag.

"You," she uttered, and never had Fawn heard one syllable carry so much freight.

Deadpan, Dag topped up his beer gla.s.s and handed it to her. Not taking her exasperated eyes from him, she raised it to her lips and gulped down half. The other two patrollers were grinning broadly.

"Were you trying trying to give me the fright of my life, boy?" she demanded, plunking the gla.s.s back down almost hard enough to crack it. to give me the fright of my life, boy?" she demanded, plunking the gla.s.s back down almost hard enough to crack it.

"No," Dag drawled, rescuing the gla.s.s and filling it again, "I suspect that was just a bonus.

Sit down and catch your breath, Aunt Mari."

"Don"t you Aunt Mari Aunt Mari me till I"m done reaming you out," she said, but much more mildly. me till I"m done reaming you out," she said, but much more mildly.

One of the patrollers at her shoulder, catching Dag"s eye, pulled out a chair for her, and she sat anyhow. By the time she"d blown out her breath and stretched her back, her posture had grown much less alarming. Except for the underlying exhaustion creeping to the surface; Dag"s brows drew down at that.

He reached across the table and gripped her hand. "Sorry for any false scares. Saun told me about you finding my messes yesterday. I kind of had my hand full, though."

"Aye, so I heard."

"Oh, did you find the Horsefords" farm, finally?"

"About two hours ago. Now, there was a garbled tale and a half." She glanced speculatively at Fawn, and her frown at Dag deepened.

Dag said, "Mari, may I present Miss Fawn Bluefield. Spark, this is my patrol leader, Mari Redwing Hickory. Mari"s her personal name, Redwing is our tent name, and the Hickory is for Hickory Lake Camp, which is our patrol"s home base."

Fawn ducked her head politely. Mari returned an extremely provisional nod.

Gesturing, Dag continued, "Utau and Razi, also of Hickory Camp." The two other patrollers made friendly salutes of greeting to her not unlike Dag"s. Utau was older, shorter, and burlier, and wore his thinning hair in a knot like Mari"s. Razi was younger, taller, and gawkier; his hair hung down his back in a single plait almost to his waist, with dark red and green cords woven in.

The older one, Utau, said, "Congratulations on the malice, Dag. The youngsters were all hopping mad that they"d missed their first kill, though. I"d suggested we have you take them all out to the lair and walk them through it, for consolation, and to show them how it"s done."

Dag shook his head, caught between a low laugh and a wince. "I don"t think that would be all that useful to them, really."

"So just how much of a foul-up was it?" Mari inquired tartly.

The residue of amus.e.m.e.nt drained from Dag"s eyes. "Foul enough. The short tale is, Miss Bluefield, here, was kidnapped off the road by the pair I"d trailed from the bandit camp.

When I caught up with them all at the lair, I was outmatched by the mud-men, who got a good way into taking me apart. But I noticed that the malice, mud-men, and all, were making the interesting mistake of ignoring Miss Bluefield in the scuffle. So I tossed my sharing knives to her, and she got one into the malice. Took it down. Saved my life. World too, for the usual bonus."

"She got that close to a malice?" asked Razi, in a voice somewhere between disbelief and amazement. "How?" got that close to a malice?" asked Razi, in a voice somewhere between disbelief and amazement. "How?"

For answer, Dag leaned over and, after a glance at her for permission, gently folded back the collar of her dress. His finger traced over numb spots of flesh around her neck that Fawn realized belatedly must be the bruises from the malice"s great hands, and she shuddered involuntarily despite the summer warmth of the room. "Closer than that, Razi."

The two patrollers" lips parted. Mari leaned back in her chair, her hand going to her mouth.

Fawn had not seen a mirror for days. Whatever did the marks look like?

"The malice misjudged her," Dag continued. "I trust you all will not. But if you want to repeat those congratulations to the right person, Utau, feel free."

Under Dag"s cool eye, Utau unscrewed his face and slowly brought his hand to his temple.

After groping a moment for his voice, he managed, "Miss Bluefield."

"Aye," Razi seconded, after a stunned moment.

"Wildly demonstrative bunch, you know, we patrollers," Dag murmured in Fawn"s ear, his dry amus.e.m.e.nt flickering again.

"I can see that," she murmured back, making his lip twitch.

Mari rubbed her forehead. "And the long tale, Dag? Do I even want to hear it?"

The grim look he gave her locked all her attention. "Yes," he said. "As soon as may be. But in private. Then Miss Bluefield needs to rest." He turned to Fawn. "Or do you want to rest up first?"

Fawn shook her head. "Talk first, please."

Mari braced her hands on her trousered knees and rolled her shoulders. "Ah. All right." She peered around, eyes narrowing. "My room?"

"That would do."

She pushed to her feet. "Utau, you were up all night. You"re now off duty. Razi, get some food in you, then ride out to Tailor"s Point and let them know Dag"s been found. Or shown up, anyway." The patrollers nodded and turned away.

Dag murmured to Fawn, "Bring your bedroll."

Mari"s room proved to be on the third floor. Fawn found herself dizzy and shaky by the time she"d climbed the second flight of stairs, and she was grateful for Dag"s supporting hand.

Mari led them into a narrower room than Saun"s, with only one bed, though otherwise similar right down to the messy pile of gear and saddlebags at the foot. Dag gestured for Fawn to lay her bedroll across the bed. Fawn untied the bindings and unrolled it; the contents clinked.

Mari"s brows rose. She picked up Dag"s ruptured hand harness and held it out like the sad carca.s.s of some dead animal. "That took some doing. I see now why you didn"t bother to take your bow along. You still got your arm?" took some doing. I see now why you didn"t bother to take your bow along. You still got your arm?"

"Just barely," said Dag. "I need to get that thing rest.i.tched with stronger thread, this time."

"I"d rethink that idea if I were you. Which do you want to have come apart first, you or it?"

Dag paused a moment, then said, "Ah. You have a point, there. Maybe I"ll get it fixed just the same."