“Well, maybe, but if you’re traveling, you’d want to—”
“And, like I said, he did come from the east, and that’s what everyone is saying.”
“Everyone is saying that the Easterner killed him?”
“Well, do you think it’s a coincidence?”
“I don’t know,” said Savn.
“Heh. If it is, I’ll—” Savn didn’t find out what Coral was prepared to do in case of a coincidence, because he broke off in mid-sentence, staring over Savn’s shoulder toward the door. Savn turned, and at that moment all conversation in the room abruptly stopped.
Standing in the doorway was the Easterner, apparently quite at ease, wrapped in a cloak that was as grey as death.
I will not marry a loudmouth Speaker,
I will not marry a loudmouth Speaker,
He’d get haughty and I’d get meeker.
Hi-dee hi-dee ho-la!
Step on out ...
He stared insolently back at the room, his expression impossible to read, save that it seemed to Savn that there was perhaps a smile hidden by the black hair that grew above his lip and curled down around the corners of his mouth. After giving the room one long, thorough look, he stepped fully inside and slowly came up to the counter until he was facing Tern. He spoke in a voice that was not loud, yet carried very well. He said, “Do you have anything to drink here that doesn’t taste like linseed oil?”
Tern looked at him, started to scowl, shifted nervously and glanced around the room. He cleared his throat, but didn’t speak.
“I take it that means no?” said Vlad.
Someone near Savn whispered, very softly, “They should send for His Lordship.” Savn wondered who “they” were.
Vlad leaned against the serving counter and folded his arms; Savn wondered if he were signaling a lack of hostility, or if the gesture meant something entirely different among Easterners. Vlad turned his head so that he was looking at Tern, and said, “Not far south of here is a cliff, overlooking a river. There were quite a few people at the river, bathing, swimming, washing clothes.”
Tem clenched his jaw, then said, “What about it?”
“Nothing, really,” said Vlad. “But if that’s Smallcliff, it’s pretty big.”
“Smallcliff is to the north,” said Tem. “We live below Smallcliff.”
“Well, that would explain it, then,” said Vlad. “But it is really a very pleasant view; one can see for miles. May I please have some water?”
Tem looked around at the forty or fifty people gathered in the house, and Savn wondered if he were waiting for someone to tell him what to do. At last he got a cup and poured fresh water into it from the jug below the counter.
“Thank you,” said Vlad, and took a long draught.
“What are you doing here?” said Tem.
“Drinking water. If you want to know why, it’s because everything else tastes like linseed oil.” He drank again, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Someone muttered something about, “If he doesn’t like it here ...” and someone else said something about “haughty as a lord-Tern cleared his throat and opened his mouth, shut it again, then looked once more at his guests. Vlad, apparently oblivious to all of this, said, “While I was up there, I saw a corpse being brought along the road in a wagon. They came to a large, smoking hole in the ground, and people put the body into the hole and burned it. It seemed to be some kind of ceremony.”
It seemed to Savn that everyone in the room somehow contrived to simultaneously gasp and fall silent. Tem scowled, and said, “What business is that of yours?”
“I got a good look at the body. The poor fellow looked familiar, though I’m not certain why.”
Someone, evidently one of those who had brought Reins to the firepit, muttered, “I didn’t see you there.”
Vlad turned to him, smiled, and said, “Thank you very much.”
Savn wanted to smile himself, but concealed his expres—
sion behind his hand when he saw that no one else seemed to think it was funny. Tem said, “You knew him, did you?”
“I believe so. How did he happen to become dead?” Tem leaned over the counter and said, “Maybe you could tell us.”
Vlad looked at the Housemaster long and hard, then at the guests once more, and then suddenly he laughed, and Savn let out his breath, which he had been unaware of holding.
“So that’s it,” said Vlad. “I wondered why everyone was looking at me like I’d come walking into town with the three-day fever. You think I killed the fellow, and then just sort of decided to stay here and see what everyone said about it, and then maybe bring up the subject in case anyone missed it.” He laughed again. “I don’t really mind you thinking I’d murder someone, but I am not entirely pleased with what you seem to think of my intelligence.
“But, all right, what’s the plan, my friends? Are you going to stone me to death? Beat me to death? Call your Baron to send in his soldiers?” He shook his head slowly. “What a peck of fools.”
“Now, look,” said Tem, whose face had become rather red. “No one said you did it; we’re just wondering if you know—”
“I don’t know,” the Easterner said. Then added, “Yet.”
“But you’re going to?” said Tem.
“Very likely,” he said. “I will, in any case, look into the matter.”
Tim looked puzzled, as the conversation had gone in a direction for which he couldn’t account. “I don’t understand,” he said at last. “Why?”
The Easterner studied the backs of his hands. Savn looked at them, too, and decided that the missing finger was not natural, and he wondered how Vlad had lost it. “As I said,” continued Vlad, “I think I knew him. I want to at least find out why he looks so familiar. May I please have some more water?” He dug a copper piece out of a pouch at his belt, put it on the counter, then nodded to the room at large and made his way through the curtain in the back of the room, presumably to return to the chamber where he was staying.
Everyone watched him; no one spoke. The sound of his footsteps echoed unnaturally loud, and Savn fancied that he could even hear the rustle of fabric as Vlad pushed aside the door-curtain, and a scraping sound from above as a bird perched on the roof of the house.
The conversation in the room was stilted. Savn’s friends didn’t say anything at all for a while. Savn looked around the room in time to see Firi leaving with a couple of her friends, which disappointed him. He thought about getting up to talk to her, but realized that it would look like he was chasing her. An older woman who was sitting behind Savn muttered something about how the Speaker should do something. A voice that Savn recognized as belonging to old Dymon echoed Savn’s own thought that perhaps informing His Lordship that an Easterner had drunk a glass of water at Tern’s house might be considered an overreaction. This started a heated argument about who Tem should and shouldn’t let stay under his roof. The argument ended when Dymon hooted with laughter and walked out.
Savn noticed that the room was gradually emptying, and he heard several people say they were going to talk to either Speaker or Bless, neither of whom was present, and “see that something was done about this.”
He was trying to figure out what “this” was when Mae and Pae tost, coWttVed ?otyv and approached him. Mae said, “Come along, Savn, it’s time for us to be going home.”
“Is it all right if I stay here for a while? I want to keep talking to my friends.”
His parents looked at each other, and perhaps couldn’t think of how to phrase a refusal, so they grunted permission. Polyi must have received some sort of rejection from one of the boys, perhaps On, because she made no objection to being made to leave, but in fact hurried out to the wagon while Savn was still saying goodbye to his parents and being told to be certain he was home by midnight.