A Nameless Witch Part 15
You’re reading novel A Nameless Witch Part 15 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
"What else have you got in there?"
Gwurm opened the pouch and glanced inside. "A tongue, some teeth, a terrific big toe I save for special occasions." He tied it closed. "And of course, my unmentionables."
"What unmentionables?"
"Well, if I could mention them, they wouldn't be unmentionables, would they?"
"Oh. So that's where you keep them."
"Certainly," Gwurm replied. "Where else would you expect? Wouldn't be polite to walk about with them dangling for all the world to see, would it? Not to mention I prefer them wrapped up nice and warm. Promotes reliability when I need them."
"I guess." Newt grinned. "But it seems an awful small pouch to be carrying all that."
Gwurm twisted his new red nose with a displeased frown. "I'll have you know it's not the size of your unmentionables, it's how you use them." He popped off the nose, snarled at it, and snapped it back on, upside down.
"That looks better, but you might drown if it rains."
The troll spun it into its proper position and shrugged.
"You know what you should have done. You should have put on the bad nose before the battle. That way, you'd still have your old one."
"That's a very good idea. I'll have to remember that next time." He crossed his one yellow eye and one purple eye to glare at the nose. "Are you certain it doesn't look even a little bit distinguished."
"No. Just big and red."
Gwurm growled.
Newt chuckled.
It took but an hour to distill the goblings into their raw magic. The tall mound was reduced to a small bowl of fluid silver. It throbbed, ebbing and expanding as if breathing. Newt and Gwurm watched as I coughed up a wad of phlegm and spat it into the pure sorcery. The yellow and red lump lay atop the liquid. I waved a hand, grunted, and the spittle sank slowly into the silver with a bubbling hiss. The ooze darkened and gurgled.
"What are you doing?" Newt asked.
It was a pointless question. I couldn't explain it to him. In many ways, I didn't know myself. Witch magic is not an exact craft, and Ghastly Edna's tutelage had never been rote study. Rather, it was more of an art, an intuition. My mistress couldn't have taught me magic for every situation. Life was far too unpredictable. But I knew this would work. I knew without knowing.
I poured the bowl's contents onto the dirt. The dull gray liquid swirled, broke apart into a dozen tiny puddles, and rejoined. I bent down and broke the surface with two fingers. It rippled, and in its depth, images formed. The art of divining is nothing more than clearing your mind and trusting the magic to show you what it wished. So I watched, and I learned.
Newt stared into the depths by my side. He didn't see anything beyond the slipping gray and black patterns. Certainly they looked pretty to his eyes, but he couldn't glimpse the shapes within shapes. There were fields of gra.s.s, a forgotten road, a bridge, bothersome half faeries, a river, and a place of memories forgotten. A land that didn't exist waited at the end. It wasn't an exact map but a journey of images that would make sense in its own time.
The silver pool burned away in a slow yellow flame. The scent of seared moss and wet wolf hair was left behind. A patch of gra.s.s spontaneously sprouted, uprooted itself, and scampered away as a random aftereffect of the universe reabsorbing the raw magic.
"Did it work?" Newt asked.
"Yes."
"You saw the way to our vengeance?"
It was technically my vengeance, not his. But demons have a great pa.s.sion for revenge, and I was willing to share. I was less concerned with avenging my mistress. Preventing Fort Stalwart any more woe was more my true goal. Motive was irrelevant, and if by doing one I accomplished the other, then this would be a stroke of good fortune.
"When do we leave?" Newt asked with a grin.
"Soon."
"How far is it?"
"As far as it is."
"Will there be perils?"
"Most certainly."
"What sort of perils?"
"Oh, the usual sort, I expect," I replied.
The grin faded from his bill. "You don't have to talk in circles with me. I'm your familiar."
"Yes, but it's good to keep in practice. Now, go clean yourself up."
Newt was far too excited to get upset. He dashed into the tent to wash the gobling slime from his feathers. He stuck his head outside the flap. "Are you certain we have to take the White Knight along?"
"Quite certain."
He was far too zealous to be bothered by this either.
Gwurm was still fussing with his red nose. He'd twist it one way, then another. Nothing looked right, especially since I sensed a streak of vanity in the troll. Men might find it strange that such an unsightly creature cared so much about one misshapen nose. Though Gwurm was the only troll I'd known, I felt positive he was quite handsome by trollish standards. Even if I was wrong, one didn't have to be beautiful to be vain.
I held out a hand. "Can I see it a moment?"
He plucked off the offensive crescent and gave it to me. I clasped it in both hands, pressed my palms together, and rolled them in four small circles. Then I held up a new nose. It was his exact shade of gray and rounded, less hookish.
He twisted it onto his face. "Eye d.i.n.kyu furgud sumdin."
I took back the nose long enough to poke out two nostrils. He held it between fingers and thumb and studied it with one squinted eye. "Not bad. Strong without being overbearing. Excellent symmetry. And I think it will add some character to my profile." He plugged it into place and pretended to gaze thoughtfully in the distance. "What do you think?"
"Quite handsome," I replied. "Perhaps even a touch distinguished."
"Do you really think so?"
"Certainly."
I started toward my tent.
"I couldn't help notice you're whole again," Gwurm said.
I held up a hand that only hours ago was a few threads of b.l.o.o.d.y flesh clinging to bone. Now there wasn't even a scar. I wiggled the fingers and didn't feel a st.i.tch of pain. My new leg was as strong and reliable as the old. I'd known myself practically immortal, but I'd never been hurt so badly before. I'd hoped the damage would at least last the day.
"I didn't want to make you feel self-conscious," Gwurm said. "I just wanted to tell you that when I first saw you dragging yourself across the field, just after you'd defeated the horde, that I thought to myself that you were the most dreadfully appalling sight I had ever laid eyes upon, a corpse mocking death and all the natural world." He adjusted his nose a little to the left and smiled. "Just something I thought you'd like to know."
I kept my back to him to hide the blush upon my cheek. As men and trolls, even witches had their vanity.
CHAPTER 14
It had Seen a had Seen a tiring day, and both my familiar and my troll fell asleep soon after dusk. My undead nature denied me sleep once again. Penelope didn't ever sleep, though such things were difficult to discern with a broom. I pa.s.sed the long night staring into the sky and reading the stars. tiring day, and both my familiar and my troll fell asleep soon after dusk. My undead nature denied me sleep once again. Penelope didn't ever sleep, though such things were difficult to discern with a broom. I pa.s.sed the long night staring into the sky and reading the stars.
A voice interrupted my stargazing sometime in the early morning hours. "Looking for something?"
I didn't glance down at the gray fox standing by my feet. "Still alive, I see."
"Yes. Those goblings were a tremendous disappointment. Although I did enjoy the battle. Very colorful. Very unpredictable."
"You were watching."
"Curiosity is an affliction I bear proudly as a fox. So you'll understand that I must ask, what do you hope to see up there?"
I stopped gazing long enough to glimpse the fox's grinning face. "Nothing. And everything. Isn't it enough to just look at the stars?"
"I wouldn't know." Her tail flicked side to side. "I've never found them very interesting. But we beasts aren't of the mind to see them as men do. They're too distant. Just something to fill the part of the sky not occupied by the moon."
"That's how most men perceive them," I said.
"Well, men aren't as far removed from animals as they might pretend. Their hands are their gifts, not their minds." She lay in the gra.s.s and rolled on her back. "Tell me, what does a witch see in the sky?"
"Omens."
She squinted and scanned the heavens from one horizon to the other. "What does an omen look like?"
"Everything. And nothing."
The fox chuckled lightly. Whereas Newt found my witchly way with words annoying, she appreciated the twisted and turning phrases. "Can we beasts see omens?"
"I don't know. If any beast can, I would imagine a clever and curious fox could."
She rubbed her nose with her forepaws in a show of humility. "Then I think I'll watch with you."
The fox joined me in my omen-searching, and being both clever and curious, she soon spotted a sign in the twinkling heavens.
"Is that one?" she asked of a pair of shooting stars.
"Yes. You have a good eye."
"What's it mean?"
I help up my hand as if to touch the sky. "It portends the birth of a monster in the southlands, who shall one day threaten a kingdom."
"My, that is a good one."
"Very good. You've got a knack."
She looked a short while before picking out a row of five twinkling stars.
"Ah, another excellent find. Those stars speak of a love that is doomed to be swallowed by the sea."
"Really?"
I nodded.
Beside being clever and curious, the fox was also skeptical. She asked about a patch of clouds she expected to have no significance. A notion I corrected.
"Somewhere, a curious fox is asking questions."
She squinted at the moon. "Is everything an omen?"
"When one knows how to see them, the universe shares its secrets easily. Perhaps too easily. In the hooting of the owls I hear of a fort's soldier suffering a terrible nightmare. In the fluid waves of the gra.s.s, I see a termite mound waging war against a neighboring anthill. Those falling leaves, their swirling flights speak of a priest's indigestion and a serving girl's stubbed toe at the same time."
"Must be terribly distracting."
"It is. But only at first. Then one learns to ignore the vast, trivial majority. That is the real talent. Not in seeing omens, but in not seeing them."
"So I gathered. But I must say I am glad to be a fox and not a witch. I wouldn't want to learn something to unlearn it."
"There's a great deal of unlearning in the witch's trade," I admitted. "There is a limit to how many forbidden secrets a mind can safely carry."
We resumed omen-watching. As I was in an oracle's frame of mind, I still glimpsed the occasional portent. Nothing too important. Just the stomach flu of a king I'd never know whispered by a gossiping breeze and the pure joy of a new mother somewhere to the north shown in dancing shadows. A flight of birds told of a continent that would be sunk by a careless wizard's apprentice. That one could be prevented, but as I didn't see which continent or when, I gave it little thought.
A stag dashed from the wood, chased by a wolf. The wolf caught the stag, sinking her teeth into its flank, but he kicked free. By the time the stunned wolf had regained his senses, the stag had escaped. The disappointed wolf skulked away. Spontaneously, two plump, dead geese fell from the sky. They landed but thirty feet from the wolf, who didn't notice and walked away hungry.
"That must be a terrific omen," said the fox.
"Actually, that is just a very unlucky wolf."
Then I finally saw my omen in the face of the moon. It spoke of a dangerous journey being undertaken. It was a vague sign, and without a doubt, it spoke of a hundred such journeys across the world. But I relied on my witchly judgment and decided it applied to my quest as well. Even if it didn't, I was tired of waiting.
"You'll excuse me, fox, but I must seek out my vengeance."
"Early hour for vengeance-seeking," she said.
The first hints of dawn were tracing the edge of the horizon. "All things come in their own time."
"Might I ask one last question?" Her curiosity compelled her to ask without waiting permission. "This quest of vengeance you're about to begin, did you see danger in it?"
A Nameless Witch Part 15
You're reading novel A Nameless Witch Part 15 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
A Nameless Witch Part 15 summary
You're reading A Nameless Witch Part 15. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: A. Lee Martinez already has 531 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- A Nameless Witch Part 14
- A Nameless Witch Part 16