Dawnspell. Katharine Kerr

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СКАЧАТЬ fourth or fifth month after conception; any abortion before that time is only removing a lump of flesh, not a living child. By the time a noblewoman was in her fifth month, Nevyn supposed, her indiscretion would be known already, and so doubtless Caudyr was solving their little problems long before the foetus was truly alive.

      ‘Now one moment.’ Nevyn was struck by a sudden thought. ‘You’re not using ergot, are you, you stupid little dolt?’

      ‘Never!’ Caudyr’s voice rose in a sincere squeak. ‘I know the dangers of that.’

      ‘Good. All it would take is for one of your noble patients to die or go mad, and then you’d be up to your neck in a tub of horseshit good and proper.’

      ‘I know. But if I didn’t find the right herbs for these ladies, they’d be cast off by their husbands, and probably end up smothering the babe anyway, or they’d go to some old witch or a farmwife, and then they would die.’

      ‘You split hairs so well you should have been a priest.’

      Caudyr tried to smile and failed utterly, looking like a child who’s just been scolded when he honestly didn’t know he had done a wrong thing. Suddenly Nevyn felt the dweomer power gathering round him, filling his mouth with words that burned straight out of the future.

      ‘You can’t keep this sort of thing quiet. When the King dies, his murderers will need a scapegoat. It’s going to be you, because of this midnight physic you’ve been dispensing. Live ready to flee at the first sign that the King is sinking. Can Tibryn of the Boar find out about your unsavoury herbs?’

      ‘He could, the lady Merodda … I mean … ah ye gods! Who are you, old man?’

      ‘Can’t you tell dweomer when you hear it? The Boar will take his sister’s evidence, turn it against you, and have you broken on the wheel to avert suspicion from himself. If I were you, I’d leave well before the end comes, or they’ll hunt you down as a regicide.’

      Caudyr jerked to his feet so fast that he toppled both his tankard and Nevyn’s, then fled, racing out of the tavern door. Although old Draudd gave Nevyn a questioning look, he also shrugged as if to say it was none of his affair. Nevyn retrieved the tankards from the floor, then turned on the bench so that he could look directly into the peat fire smouldering on the tavern hearth. As soon as he bent his mind to Aderyn, his old apprentice’s image appeared with his enormous dark eyes and his grey hair swept up in two peaks at his forehead like the horns of a silver owl.

      ‘And how’s your scheme progressing?’ Aderyn thought to him.

      ‘Well enough, I suppose. I’ve learned one very important thing. I’d rather die than put any Cantrae king on the throne.’

      ‘Is it as bad as all that?’

      ‘The palace stinks like the biggest dungheap on the hottest day of the longest summer. I can’t see how any young soul could grow up there without being corrupted from birth. I’m not even going to bother talking to the priests here. They’re corrupt, too, and doubtless in new and unusual ways.’

      ‘I haven’t seen you this angry in about a hundred years.’

      ‘Naught’s been so vexing in a hundred years. The most honourable man I’ve met here is an abortionist. Does that give you a hint?’

      Floating about the fire, Aderyn’s image rolled its eyes heavenwards in disgust.

      Caradoc and his band of mercenaries left the deserted hunting-lodge soon after Maddyn and Aethan joined the troop. Although everyone was speculating about where they would go, the captain told no one until the morning of their departure. Once the men were mounted and formed up in neat ranks that would have done the King’s Guard credit, Caradoc inspected them carefully, then pulled his horse up to face them.

      ‘It’s Eldidd, lads. We’ve got too many men who can’t let themselves be seen around Dun Deverry to take a hire on Slwmar’s side, and I don’t dare be seen in Cerrmor. I’ve hoarded some coin from the winter, seeing as our lodging was free and all, so I think we can ride straight there.’

      Although no one cheered this prospect of leaving home for a foreign land, no one muttered in discontent, either. Caradoc paused, as if waiting for grumblers, then shrugged and raised his hand.

      ‘Otho the smith’s meeting us on the road with a wagon. Forward … march!’

      With a jingle of tack the troop executed a perfect turn in ranks and began to file out of the dun gate, two by two. As a mark of honour to a bard, Maddyn rode next to Caradoc at the head of the line. Over the next few days, as they worked their way south-west as quickly as possible, he had plenty of chances to study his new leader. The biggest puzzle that ate at his bardic curiosity was whether or not Caradoc was noble-born. At times, when the captain was discussing some point of the royal law or giving orders with his firm authority, Maddyn was sure that he must have been born the younger son of a lord. Yet when it came to coin, he had all the grasping shrewdness of an old peasant woman, an attitude he never would have learned among the nobility. Occasionally Maddyn dropped hints or half-questions about the past into their conversation, but Caradoc never rose to the bait. When the troop camped for the night, Caradoc ate alone like a lord, and Maddyn shared a fire with Aethan and a small crowd of Wildfolk.

      After a week of riding, the troop crossed the Aver Trebyc at a point about a hundred miles west of Dun Deverry. Caradoc gave orders that the men were to ride armed and ready for trouble. He sent out point men and scouts ahead of the main body of riders, because they were approaching the border between Cerrmor-held and Cantrae-held territory. The precautions paid off with a rather strange prize. On the second day of riding armed, when they were finally getting close to the Eldidd border, the troop stopped for the noon rest in a grassy meadow that had never known plough nor herd. When the point men came back to change the guard, they brought with them a traveller, an unarmed man with rich clothing, a beautiful riding horse, and an elegant pack-mule that had obviously been bred from the best stock. Maddyn was surprised that the poor dolt had survived unrobbed for as long as he had. The young, sandy-haired fellow looked so terrified that Maddyn supposed he was thinking similar thoughts.

      ‘He says he comes from Dun Deverry,’ the point man said. ‘So we brought him along in case he had any interesting news.’

      ‘Good,’ Caradoc said. ‘Now look, young fellow, we’re not going to slit your throat or even rob you. Come have a meal with me and Maddyn here.’

      With a most discourteous groan, the stranger looked around at the well-armed troop, then sighed in resignation.

      ‘So I will, then. My name’s … uh … Claedd.’

      Caradoc and Maddyn each suppressed a grin at the clumsiness of the lie. When the stranger dismounted, Maddyn saw that he had a club foot, which seemed to ache him after so many days in the saddle. As they shared a meal of flatbread and cheese, the supposed Claedd told them what little he knew about the troop movements around the Holy City. The current rumour was that the northern forces were planning to make a strong strike along the eastern borders of the Cerrmor kingdom.

      ‘If that’s true,’ Caradoc said thoughtfully, ‘we’ll have no trouble getting a hire in Eldidd. Probably the Eldidd King will want to take the chance to raid into Pyrdon.’

      ‘Oho!’ Claedd said. ‘Then you’re a free troop! Well, that’s a relief.’

      ‘Oh, is it now? Most men would think the opposite.’ СКАЧАТЬ