The Shadow Isle. Katharine Kerr

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      Marnmara allowed the grin to blossom. She opened the book randomly, then frowned at the page before her.

      ‘Be somewhat wrong?’ Angmar said.

      ‘I did hope I could read this,’ Marnmara said, ‘but I’ve not seen these letters ever before.’ She turned round again and looked Tirn full in the face. ‘Except right there, tattooed on your skin. What language be they?’

      ‘That of the Seelie Host,’ Tirn said.

      Berwynna made the sign of the Holy Rood.

      ‘Truly?’ Angmar quirked one eyebrow. ‘Now, I myself have seen such letters before, and they were made by someone as much flesh and blood as you are.’

      Tirn face’s turned scarlet between his tattoos and scars.

      ‘My apologies,’ he said. ‘You must know about the Ancients, then. Some call them the Westfolk, others the Ancients. Do they dwell in this country, too?’

      ‘I know not,’ Angmar said, ‘but they do dwell in my homeland. Indeed, the father of my daughters did have Westfolk blood in his veins.’ She leaned back to study his face. ‘I think me that you come from the place the Deverry folk call Annwn, not from Alban, no, nor Cymru nor Lloegr, either.’

      ‘You’ve caught me out, my lady.’ Tirn smiled and ducked his head in apology. ‘I didn’t want to say anything at first because I thought you’d never believe me. I didn’t realize that you too hale from Deverry.’

      ‘I come not from Deverry proper, but from the north of it, in the country known as Dwarveholt. Now, can you read that book?’

      ‘Alas, I cannot in any true sense. I can read well enough in three languages, but that of the Ancients isn’t one of them.’ Tirn raised his bandaged hand and pointed at the tattoo on his left cheek. ‘These marks? Among my kin they’re thought to bring good luck or the favour of the gods. They’re very old, and their meaning’s been long forgotten.’

      Angmar continued studying his face, while Marnmara paged through the book, frowning at a bit of writing here and there and shaking her head over the lot.

      ‘What I can do,’ Tirn went on, ‘is sound out the letters, though I don’t know what many words mean. Well, truly, they’re not letters in the way that the holy book of this country is writ in letters. Each one stands for a full sound, what mayhap would take two or three letters in some other tongue.’

      Everyone stared, puzzled, but Marnmara, who laid a finger on one mark. ‘This one?’ she said.

      ‘La,’ Tirn said, ‘and the next is sounded drah.’

      ‘Be you a scholar, then, Tirn?’ Berwynna said. ‘Father Colm does warn against the studying of books, saying it leads to sorcery.’

      ‘Does he?’ Tirn grinned at her. ‘He may be right, then, for the first time in his fat life.’

      Berwynna began to laugh, then stifled the sound when Angmar glared at her. Tirn shifted his weight from foot to foot, then walked round to sit down on the same bench as Berwynna. She moved over to give him plenty of room. Angmar gave both of them a sour look.

      ‘Is somewhat wrong, my lady?’ Tirn said to Angmar.

      ‘There be Horsekin blood in your veins, bain’t?’ Angmar said.

      Tirn blushed again, then nodded.

      ‘Mam, Mam!’ Marnmara looked up from the book with a sigh. ‘Matters it to you, with all of us so far from home?’

      ‘Not truly,’ Angmar said. ‘I find truth sweeter than lies, is all.’

      ‘It is, and I owe you an apology,’ Tirn said, ‘but I feared you’d have me killed or suchlike if you knew about the Horsekin.’

      ‘If you realized not that we be from Annwn like you,’ Angmar said with some asperity, ‘why did you think we might know about the Horsekin?’

      Tirn blushed again, then spoke hurriedly. ‘I’m an outlaw among them, you see, and I’ll swear to the truth of that. They’d kill me if they ever got hold of me.’

      ‘Now, that I do believe,’ Angmar said, ‘because of the fear in your voice.’

      Her mother and old Lonna had told Berwynna tales of the Horsekin, vicious killers who worshipped an evil demon named Alshandra. Now here was one of them, sitting next to her, a very ordinary man by the look of him, and badly injured to boot.

      ‘Do you believe in Alshandra, then?’ Berwynna said to him.

      ‘I don’t,’ Tirn said, ‘and that’s why I’m an outlaw.’

      ‘I see.’ Angmar rose and began to collect the mending in a basket. ‘Well and good, then.’

      Berwynna followed her mother out of the great hall and up the stairs to Angmar’s room. She’d been planning on badgering Angmar about Dougie, but her mother’s mood had turned so grim that she thought better of the plan. Alone, they spoke in Dwarvish.

      ‘Mama, do you trust Tirn?’ Berwynna asked instead.

      ‘I don’t,’ Angmar said. ‘There’s somewhat more than a bit shifty about him beyond his Horsekin blood. I do believe him about being an outlaw, mind. I wonder, in fact, if his own kind gave him those burns and scars, a-torturing him somehow.’

      ‘Ych!’

      ‘Truly, they’re a cruel lot, the Horsekin. But be that as it may, Tirn knows lore that Marnmara needs if she’s to get us home again.’

      ‘Will we ever really go home,’ Berwynna said, ‘wherever that is?’

      ‘I have my hopes. It may not mean much to you, but I long to see your father again.’

      ‘Well, of course. I wish I knew him, too. My father. It has such a distant ring to it, doesn’t it? Even though you’ve told me about him, it’s not the same as knowing him.’

      ‘It’s not.’ Angmar allowed herself a long sigh. ‘I’ve tried to think of myself as a widow and stop longing for him, but deep in my heart I’m sure he’s still alive back home, if we could only get there. And I miss my homeland, too, the Dwarveholt.’

      ‘Mam, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to slight what you treasure, but the land means naught to me. This is the only home I’ve ever had.’

      ‘I do understand that. But I have hopes that someday you’ll have better and find a better man, too.’

      This last was too much to bear. ‘Please, please, tell me why I mayn’t marry Dougie?’ Berwynna said. ‘I love him ever so much.’

      ‘I know, but ye gods, it would ache my heart to go home but leave you here with your Dougie. You’re young, child. There will be other men –’

      ‘I don’t want any of them.’

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