A Time of Omens. Katharine Kerr

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СКАЧАТЬ a hundred years. When the captain started yelling orders, the moment passed, but still, as they rode south, laying their false trail, Maddyn found himself brooding over it. It was a dangerous thing for a fighting man to care so deeply for his friends, especially when they were starting out on the bloodiest road they’d ever ridden.

      ‘What’s so wrong with you?’ Caradoc said abruptly. ‘Your bowels stopped or suchlike?’

      ‘Oh hold your tongue!’

      ‘Listen to him! Feisty today, aren’t we?’

      ‘My apologies, Carro. I hate lying at the best of times, and these are the worst. Saying farewell to Clwna, and her and the other women thinking we’ll be back in an eightnight or so – it ached my heart.’

      ‘They’ll have to live with the truth just like the lads will. Listen to me, Maddo. Today we start a ride ordained by the gods themselves. Our petty little troubles are of no moment. None. Do you understand me?’

      ‘I do, at that.’ He shivered suddenly, just from the quiet way that Caradoc spoke of such grave things. ‘Well and good, then. A man’s Wyrd comes when it comes.’

      ‘So it does, and ours is upon us now.’

      Maddyn turned in the saddle to look at him and wonder all over again just who Caradoc had been, back in his other life before dishonour sent him down the long road. It occurred to him that at last he was going to find out – if, of course, they all lived long enough to ride through the gates of Dun Cerrmor.

      Branoic was surprised at how little ground the silver daggers covered that afternoon. Even though the spring days were short they could have made some twelve miles before sunset, but instead they stopped for their night’s camp on the banks of the Elaver just some five miles from the dun. Branoic tethered out his horse and Aethan’s while the elder man carried their gear to a campsite and drew them provisions from the pack train. As glad as he was to be out of the dun and riding, Branoic’s mood was dark that evening, and he swore at the horses for ducking their heads and grabbing grass while he was trying to change bridle for halter. He was disappointed, that was all, heartsick that he was stuck in Pyrdon instead of riding behind the True King on his journey to Cerrmor – or so he told himself. Since he’d never been an introspective man, the excuse rang true enough.

      When he went back to the camp he found the troop settling in. Some men were spreading out their bedrolls; others were cursing flint and tinder as they struggled to light a fire. He found Maddyn and Aethan by a fire that was already blazing; although no one was sure why, it was common knowledge that fires always lit easily for the bard. As he walked up, he felt his heart pounding in the strange way it did lately, a fearful sort of wondering as he looked over the campsite until he saw that Aethan had indeed dumped his gear there along with his own and Maddyn’s. That he would be allowed to camp with them was so welcome, such a relief, really, from his fear that he’d be put somewhere else, that he briefly thought of going elsewhere just to pretend that he didn’t care. Maddyn looked up with an easy smile, and he broke into a jog, drawn by that smile like a thirsty man to water.

      ‘Does your horse need tethering, Maddo? I’ll do it for you.’

      ‘Oh, I’ve already got him out. Are you lads hungry? We’d best eat now, because there might be a bit of a surprise later.’

      ‘A what?’ Aethan looked vaguely annoyed. ‘Talking in riddles again, are you?’

      ‘It’s good for you, makes you exercise your wits. Well, what few wits you have, anyway.’

      Aethan threw a fake punch his way and grinned. They had known each other so long that at moments like these Branoic’s heart ached from feeling that he was an outsider, some foreigner who would never know their private language.

      ‘But I’m hungry, sure enough,’ Aethan went on. ‘What about you, Branno? Care to gnaw on some of the king’s stale hardtack?’

      ‘It’ll do, truly. Maybe when we’re raiding we can snag us a barrel of ale to wash this foul stuff down with.’

      At that perfectly ordinary remark Maddyn looked sly, but Branoic let it pass. The bard would tell him his secret when he wanted to and not a minute before.

      As it turned out, they didn’t have long to wait. Just as the sun was setting, they heard a guard shout from the outer limits of the camp and rose to see what the trouble was. Two men came riding toward them from the east, and as the setting sun washed them with gold, Branoic realized that it was the Marked Prince and the councillor. Beside him Aethan laughed, a crow of triumph.

      ‘So we’re going to Cerrmor after all, are we? Well played, Maddo! They took us in good and proper with that fanfare and pomp in the ward this morning.’

      Cheering, laughing, the entire troop left the camp and jogged down the road to meet their liege. Since he was acutely aware of his place as the newest man in the troop, Branoic lingered off to one side rather than shove his way forward to get near to the prince. Muttering under his breath, Nevyn made his way free of the mob and came over, leading his horse.

      ‘Ye gods!’ the old man snapped. ‘They’ll be able to hear all this shouting back in Dun Drwloc if it keeps up.’

      ‘Well sir, we were all cursed disappointed when we thought we wouldn’t be riding with the prince.’

      ‘Were you now? An honourable sentiment, that. Now listen, lad. From now on Maryn is a silver dagger and naught else. No doubt Caradoc will impress that upon you all, but it won’t hurt to say it more than once.’

      ‘Of course, good sir. I take it he’ll have a new name and suchlike?’

      ‘He won’t.’ Nevyn gave him a sly smile. ‘I decided that if our enemies saw through this ruse at all, they’d be expecting a false name, so he’ll just be Maryn. It’s a very common name in this part of the world.’

      ‘Well, so it is, but –’

      ‘Trust me, lad. There are times when the safest place to hide something is out in plain sight.’ The smile faded, and he looked suddenly very weary. ‘I’ll pray that this is one of those times.’

      ‘Well and good, then, sir. So will I.’

      ‘My thanks. Oh, by the way, lad, I have a favour to ask of you and Maddo – and Aethan too, of course. Can Maryn share your fire and generally camp with you?’

      ‘Of course! Ye gods, we’ll all be honoured beyond dreaming, good councillor.’

      ‘No doubt, but please, do your best to treat him the way you’d treat any other man. He won’t take offence – he knows that his life depends on it.’

      Branoic nodded his agreement, but mentally he was half-giddy with pride – not because the True King of all Deverry would be dining with him that night, but because Nevyn had somehow assumed that Maddyn and he formed a unit, a pair you could take for granted. Me and Maddyn, he thought, it sounds right. Then he blushed, wondering why his heart was pounding so hard, the same way it did when he saw some pretty lass he fancied.

      Although he of course never explained them to Branoic or indeed any of the silver daggers, Nevyn had several tricks at his disposal to hide the prince. For one thing, he simply withdrew all the glamours that the elemental spirits had been casting over the boy, so that when he changed into the scruffy brigga and much-mended shirt that Caradoc had ready СКАЧАТЬ