The Windsingers Series: The Complete 4-Book Collection. Megan Lindholm

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      ‘Meaning … nothing. Except that Lars seems to find himself more in your company than any of the rest of us do.’

      ‘That’s Rufus’s doing, I guess.’ Ki wondered where this strange turn of the conversation was taking them. ‘He told Lars to show me how to make myself useful. Lars has done so, giving me the same tasks he does himself. There’s nothing strange about that.’

      ‘Nothing at all, Ki. As anyone with half an eye would see. Rufus would be a fool not to arrange it so.’

      Even as Ki tried to make sense of his remark, she felt a light touch on her sleeve. Lars smiled at them both.

      ‘Speaking of Lars, here he is, to snatch you away for some doubtless important reason.’

      ‘Extremely important,’ Lars agreed blandly, ignoring the acid edge to Haftor’s voice. Ki wondered what fey spirit had taken them both tonight. ‘My mother, Cora, requests that Ki come to her to meet our guest. You will agree to the importance of that, Haftor, will you not?’

      ‘Certainly, Lars. In fact, I find it so urgent I shall escort Ki to your mother myself.’

      Ki moved lithely away just as Haftor would have possessed her arm. ‘I shall escort myself there, thank you. Whatever tussle you puppies have going, you had best leave me out of it.’ Ki moved swiftly away, leaving the two eyeing one another.

      Cora was seated in a throne-like wooden chair to one side of the fireplace. On the opposite side of the hearth was a matching chair, empty. Ki moved to Cora’s side with a smile.

      ‘You sent for me?’ Ki’s eyes touched Cora’s hair, glinting silvery from the fire’s light, then fell on the worn hands folded idly in her lap. How strange to see Cora’s hands still! Ki’s heart went out to her, resting for a moment in Cora’s quiet strength. If Ki had ever had a mother, she would have wanted her to be a woman like this, full of quietness inside however she might chatter on the surface, loaning her strength to any that might need it. Cora had constrained Ki to stay here; Ki disliked that act. Yet, she could not dislike the woman who had done it. In Cora’s presence she felt that, for the moment, she could relax her grip on the reins, knowing that a woman fully as capable as herself was in charge. Ki could feel safe with Cora, for as long as their interests ran in the same direction.

      Cora smiled up at her, reached to pat lightly at Ki’s hand. ‘I wanted you to meet our guest. He’s had to go to the backhouse again. He’s an old man, troubled by his stomach. Nils is his name. He has come from far to help us. Lars has told you this?’

      Ki nodded and gathered her courage up. ‘Did Lars tell you that I would not enter into this rite? For, I am sure that idea came from you, not Lars.’

      ‘He told me,’ Cora admitted serenely. ‘And I told him that he had not asked you sweetly enough. He can have a charming tongue when he wills it, that boy of mine, but he will not always use it when I request him to. So, I suppose I must ask you myself. Ki, why will you not make this Rite with us? It would show the others that you have determined to make your home with us, to share our ways and enter our family fully.’

      ‘Then I would be lying to them,’ Ki said firmly in a quiet voice. She and Cora both looked about the room, smiling at any who might mark their conversation. Lydia held up a wine glass to her, and Cora smiled and nodded. She came promptly to serve them red wine in ancient glasses. Cora complimented Lydia on the table flowers. Ki smiled and nodded her thanks to Lydia as she received her glass of wine. She held it, untasted, as Lydia moved away.

      Cora sipped at hers and fixed bright dark eyes on Ki. ‘You do not wish to be one of us, do you?’

      ‘I do not,’ Ki answered. ‘Though I thank you for the offer. Cora, I have stayed as you asked me. I have tried the life you offered me. I cannot make it mine.’

      ‘The time of healing is not finished,’ Cora reminded her.

      ‘I shall stay it out,’ conceded Ki. ‘But then I must be on my way, with no hard thoughts between us, I pray. You will let me go then, Cora.’

      It was Cora’s turn to bow her head to Ki’s will. She did so with a slight slumping of her usually squared shoulders. Ki’s heart smote her. ‘I will let you go,’ Cora said. ‘If by then you have found nothing here to hold you, I will let you go. There will be no hard thoughts between us, but on my part there will be regret. When I was a girl, Ki, I found a wounded hawk, little more than a fledgling. I nursed it and coddled it back to health. It rode about on my wrist and fetched birds from the sky at my command. But I knew its heart was not in it. So, to my father’s disgust, I one day set it free. I know how to let things go, Ki. Do you?’

      Ki looked at her hard, uncertain of the question. Before she could speak, Cora was nodding a greeting to an old man who was settling himself in the chair opposite.

      Ki marveled at him. His smooth white hair was knotted at the base of his neck in the old way. His eyes were winter-blue under finely drawn white brows. The rest of his features were equally precise – the straight nose, the small mouth. He looked like a carefully preserved statue of an earlier type of Human, a man whose muscles were not nearly so important as his mind. He was slight of build, coming little higher than Ki’s shoulders. Age had stooped him, making his narrow shoulders curl toward his chest. And yet, despite his small build, he had a carriage of power. Ki dipped her head to him instinctively.

      ‘Nils, I present to you Ki, my daughter chosen by Sven.’

      The old man sat calmly, nodding at Ki. ‘I’ve come to undo your mischief, Ki. What do you think of that?’

      Nils spoke as if she were ten seasons old. Ki refused to take offense. ‘I welcome you here as no other could. I see you as the key to my freedom, old man.’

      Cora frowned at Ki’s rough form of address, but the old man put his head back and laughed. He had small, even teeth and a laugh that seemed bottomless. The room about them quieted as attention fixed on Ki and Nils. Ki’s ears burned.

      ‘I feared an adversary here,’ Nils said loudly to Cora. ‘You warned me of a spirit that had wrested control from you during a Rite. I thought to find bitterness, anger, and a sly mind. Instead, I have this puppy telling me to do my best to put things to rights; she will be grateful. Ki, you make an old man young again.’

      The room had begun to buzz about them. Ki wondered at Nils’s motives. His little blue eyes gleamed bright as a ferret’s. They seized Ki in their gaze, and he gave a barely perceptible nod.

      ‘I claim your daughter’s arm to help me to the table, Cora,’ Nils announced. Ki stepped to his side uneasily. Never had she seen an old man in less need of physical assistance. Yet he gripped her arm hard above the elbow, and put enough weight on it that her body was forced to sway close, her head above his. He took small, slow steps, as if he found walking a labor.

      ‘You’re a bright one,’ he whispered as Ki helped him to the table. ‘Hiding from you would do my purpose more harm than good. Cora is right. I must tell you. You’ll be in for a rough time of it tonight. You’ve scared these people half to death. To rejoin them to their Harpies, I must unscare them. I must make you appear less formidable, more of an incompetent child and less of a strong counter-spirit. You could resist me in this. You could stand firm and young and strong, making a mockery of their beliefs, forcing us to see the uglier side of that race that has befriended us. Or you can let me make a mockery of you, belittle you, turn you from the specter in the corner to the shadow under the bed. СКАЧАТЬ