Dragonspell. Katharine Kerr

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      That evening, though, he did seem much recovered, a peculiarity in itself. As Elaeno had said, that consumption was severe enough to have killed an ordinary human being. Nevyn was beginning to suspect that Perryn was far from ordinary, and, in fact, perhaps not truly human at all. On the tall side, Perryn was a skinny, nondescript sort of young man, with dull red hair and blue eyes, a flattish nose, and an overly generous mouth. At the moment he was also deathly pale, his eyes still rheumy as he sat up in bed and coughed into an old rag. When the two dweomermen came in, he looked up, whimpered under his breath, and shrank back against the heap of pillows behind him.

      ‘Still coughing up blood?’ Nevyn said.

      ‘None, my lord. Er, ah, well, is that all right?’

      ‘It’s a very good sign, actually. Will you stop cowering and snivelling like a wretched field mouse? I’m not going to hurt you.’

      ‘But when are they going to come to … er, you know … hang me?’

      ‘Not until I tell them to, and if you do exactly as I say, they may not hang you at all.’

      Perryn arranged a totally unconvinced smile.

      ‘I see you ate a good dinner. Do you feel like getting up and getting dressed?’

      ‘Whatever you say, my lord.’

      ‘I want to know how you feel.’

      ‘Well enough, then.’ Perryn threw back the covers and swung himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. In his long white night-shirt he looked like some impossibly awkward stork. ‘Er, ah, I’m a bit light-headed.’

      ‘That’s to be expected. Elaeno, hand him his clothes, will you?’

      Once Perryn was dressed Nevyn sat him down in a chair right by the charcoal brazier, which was heaped with glowing coals. He’d brought with him a small cloth sack filled with chips of cedar, juniper, and a strange Bardek wood with a sweet but clean scent called sandalwood. Casually he strewed the chips over the coals, where they began to smoke in a concatenation of scent.

      ‘Just somewhat to cleanse the stale humours from the air,’ Nevyn said, lying cheerfully. ‘Ah, we’ve got some good coals. I always like to look into a fire. It always seems that you can see pictures in the coals, doesn’t it?’

      ‘So it does.’ Automatically Perryn looked at the lambent flames and the gold-and-ruby palaces among the heaped-up sticks and knobs. ‘When I was a lad I used to see dragons crawling in the fire. My Mam had lots of tales about dragons and elves and suchlike. I used to wish they were real.’

      ‘It would be pretty, truly.’

      Nodding a little, Perryn stared into the brazier while the sweet smoke drifted lazily into the room. When Nevyn opened up the second sight, he noted with a certain professional pleasure that the lad’s aura had expanded to normal from the shrunken size it had been during his illness. The Seven Stars were glowing brightly, but they were all oddly coloured and slightly displaced from their proper positions. Nevyn sent a line of light from his own aura to the Star that drifted over Perryn’s forehead and made it swirl, slapping it like a child lashes a top with a whip.

      ‘You see pictures in the coals now, don’t you, lad?’ Nevyn whispered. ‘Tell me what you see. Tell me everything you see.’

      ‘Just a fire. A leaping fire.’ Perryn sounded as if he were drunk. ‘Big logs. It must be winter.’

      ‘Who’s nearby? Who’s sitting at the hearth?’

      ‘Mam and Da. Mam looks so pale. She’s not going to die, is she?’

      ‘How old are you?’

      ‘Four. She is going to die. I heard Uncle Benoic yelling at the herbman last night. I don’t want to go live with him.’

      ‘Then go back, go back to the fall of the year. Do you see your Mam? Is she better?’

      ‘She is.’

      ‘Then go back, go back further, to the spring.’

      ‘I see the meadow, and the deer. The hunters are coming. I’ve got to help them, warn them.’

      ‘The hunters?’

      ‘The stag. He’s my friend.’

      In his trance Perryn twitched, his mouth working, as he went running into that meadow of memory and chased the deer away before the hunters came. Nevyn supposed that his childish mercy had cost the little lad a good beating, too. He took him back further, to the winter before, and back again until Perryn saw the face of his wet nurse as she held him to her breast for the first time. And back further, to the pain of his birth, and back yet more, as his soul was swept into the unborn body that grew into the one he now wore, and back and back, until all at once he cried out, twisting in pain, speaking, half-choked, in some language that Nevyn had never heard before.

      ‘By every god!’ Elaeno hissed. ‘What is that tongue?’

      Nevyn held up his hand for silence. Perryn talked on, his voice gasping as he relived his last death. Even though his facial features had changed not a jot, he no longer looked like the weaselly lad he had moments before – stronger, somehow, his eyes blazing in an ancient hatred as he spat out angry words. At the end his body jerked, half-rising from the chair, then falling back as his voice broke off. Nevyn caught him by the shoulders and shook him, but gently, calling out his name until he awakened.

      ‘My apologies,’ Perryn stammered. ‘I must have fallen asleep or suchlike, looking at the fire. Ye gods, that was a miserable dream.’

      ‘Indeed? Tell me about it.’

      ‘I was skewered. A spear, you see, right through me, pinning me to the ground, and there were enemies, mocking me. Horrible, horrible enemies, like goblins or suchlike.’ He let his voice fade to a whisper. ‘They had these big noses and bushy eyebrows, all black and bristly.’ Suddenly he shook himself. ‘I must have been remembering one of those tales my Mam used to tell me.’

      ‘Most like, most like. Here, lad, I must have pushed you too hard. You go back to bed now and rest. We’ll try sitting up again tomorrow.’

      Once they had Perryn settled and the guard back at the door, Nevyn and Elaeno returned to the old man’s chamber in the main broch. They sat down with a tankard of mulled ale each to discuss what they’d witnessed.

      ‘I suppose his killers looked ugly to him now because he’s grown used to human beings,’ Elaeno said.

      ‘Oho! You’re assuming that those beings were his own kind of people.’

      ‘Aren’t you?’

      ‘I’m tempted, truly, but I also think that it’s very unwise to make any assumptions about Perryn at all.’

      ‘Now there I’d most certainly agree with you. Huh. Big noses and bristling black СКАЧАТЬ