A hand touched my shoulder, and I glanced up to see Guret, Obred beside him. Nita held the horses a few paces away, her brown eyes huge. I arose, shaking, to look.
The ground was unbroken, marked only by a tumble of rocks, as though something had been torn up by the roots. Even as I watched, a thread of clear water bubbled among the stones, making a shining rivulet as it flowed amid the hollows. I held out my wristband, but this time there was no warning glow.
Guret clapped me on the back so hard I nearly fell and needs must brace shaking legs. “You did it! Powerful magic, my lord! And you said you had no lessoning in such!”
“I haven’t.” I stared incredulously at the newborn spring.
“But…” He turned to look over at the water. “How did you know what to do?”
“I didn’t. I just guessed.”
“Guessed?” Guret blinked.
“Guessed?” Obred’s deep rumble sounded horrified, and I found myself grinning sheepishly, light-headed with relief. I shrugged.
“As you said, it worked.”
A giggle from Nita made all of us turn. She glared, half-amused, half-angered, at my companions. “I don’t believe you two! Isn’t it enough that Lord Kerovan destroyed the evil? Must you make him explain how he did it.” She began to laugh, and after a moment we joined in—though I found myself weak, drained of energy and spirit.
After cautiously sampling the water, Obred deemed it pure, and we rinsed and refilled our limp waterskins. The horses drank, one at a time, then we humans, for to the Kioga the welfare of their mounts came always first.
That night, camped near the new-sprung rill, we held a Council, each giving his or her thoughts on whether to proceed in our scout or turn back. Guret’s pointing out that a number of our younger riders might miss the Festival of Change, thus delaying their rightfully earned recognition as adults, weighed the balance in favor of return. I felt some regret that we had not found the mountains the Kioga craved so poignantly, but this was overlaid immediately by the thought that soon—soon!—I would see my lady. Joisan’s image rode beside me by day, shared my bedplace by night. Now that we traveled toward the camp, not from it, I could scarcely contain my impatience. Our returning trip was made at a much swifter and more direct pace than the wandering one we had used heretofore. Our mounts sensed that home lay ahead, as a result we must needs curb their pace. Each morning Obred sent scouts ahead to locate game, and hunting was good.
Late one afternoon, I spied several trails of smoke marking the horizon ahead, and called Obred’s attention to them. Shading his eyes with his hand, he gave a quick nod. “Aye. We’re almost home.”
Nekia had been moving at a steady trot beneath me. Now, perhaps in answer to an unconscious squeeze from my legs, she lengthened her pace to a canter, flicking her ears back, then forward as if to say, “Let’s run, shall we?” Leaning over her mane, I shook the reins loose to give her her head. Her strides lengthened even more—the wind stung my eyes. There was no sound save for the quick thud of her hooves on the dry earth, the swish of the grasses parting beneath her flying legs—until, behind me, rose a chorus of wild whoops and shouts. The very air was filled with the rolling drum of hoofbeats as we swept down toward the camp like an invading army.
As I drew rein within the shadow of the foremost tents, my eyes were already scanning the running figures of the Kioga for my lady. Dismounting, I began leading the puffing mare around the middle ground, cooling her off, lest she founder or colic. Still Joisan did not come! Nekia’s breathing slowed, steadied, and the sweaty patches on her flanks cooled, then began to dry. Seeing Jonka in the crowd of welcomers, I beckoned.
“Where is Joisan?”
“Several people saw her go toward the stream, that way.” Jonka waved her arm toward the small woods lying to the north. “When the scouts marked the dust of your approach, I sent Valona to seek her out, tell her of your return.”
As one we scanned the darker green of the trees, looking—
A flash of white! Two such! Even as I watched, Joisan, hand-clasped with Jonka’s daughter Valona, emerged from the wood, coming swiftly. I waited, barely curbing my impatience, held back by Nekia’s reins still in my hand. It went against Kioga custom to ask another to care for one’s mount after a hard ride. A touch on my shoulder made me turn.
“Let me take her, m’lord.” Guret reached for Nekia’s reins. “By the debt I owe you, I will care for her as for my own.”
“My thanks, Guret.” I passed over the reins, gave the mare a swift pat, then turned and ran.
Dust puffed from beneath my hooves as I raced, yet time stretched much too long until I held my lady in my arms again. She did not speak, only laughed, then sobbed, and the clutch of her hands upon my shoulders told me clearer than any words that she had been greatly concerned for me. As for me, I could only hold her—now and attain murmuring her name, feeling the warm softness of her body, smelling the herbs that scented her hair—hold her and thank all the Powers of the Light that we were both safe and together once more.
Finally we loosed our tight grip, stepping back to study each other. “Why were you—” I began.
“I saw you—” she said in the same instant. We laughed, then I insisted she speak first. Her smile faded, and I saw the echoes of fear shadow her eyes. “I saw you, Kerovan. You were facing what seemed to be a well, yet was not. It was of the Shadow—”
“Yes.” Memory of that evil still had the Power to shake me a little. “It was something from the Dark right enough. I know not exactly what. Yet it was destroyed utterly by that chip of quan-iron I carried—you remember?”
“Yes. But how did you know what would vanquish it?”
I hesitated. “I asked for aid from any of the Light, and the words and action just came into my mind. Perhaps the Old Ones answered… perhaps it was something 7 remembered from… long ago.” I was thinking of that other heritage that had been mine, that had, on one or two occasions, filled me with the essence of Landisl himself. Seeing her nod, I knew she had caught my thought and agreed.
“But now my question.” I gestured at the woods as we turned to walk toward the camp, my arm about her shoulders, little Valona trailing behind. “Why were you here… in the woods? Jonka said she had to send her little girl to seek you.”
Her glance touched mine, then dropped as she watched her footing on the overgrown path. “I was searching… for an elder bush.”
“Did you find one?” I saw the pouch she used for collecting simples hanging from her belt, concluding that elder must be one of the growing things that Joisan used in her healing potions.
“Yes.” She made no further reply, only smiled at me, and I felt that warm touch in my mind, the equal of any kiss we had shared. When we reached the cluster of tents again, Valona ran off on some errand of her own, leaving us to stare at the bustle of activity. Men and women shook out their best garments, hanging them in the late afternoon breeze to air. The smell of roasting meat and baking bread made me—after nearly two months of travel rations—sniff avidly, while juices awakened in my mouth.
“What’s to do, Joisan?”
“I don’t—Oh!” She clapped a hand to her cheek, flushing. “It’s the Festival of Change! I’ve had so many… other concerns… that I forgot all about it! I must help Terlys with the baking—I promised, Kerovan.” She swung to face me, her eyes pleading. “It will only be a short while, then we will be together again.”
I made a good show of concealing my disappointment. “Of course. But who is Terlys?”
She explained that she and Terlys had become friends while Rigon (Terlys’s husband) and I were away. Within minutes we scratched at the flap of a brown tent colorfully appliqued with scarlet strands of braided horsehair.