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The Hob's Bargain

The Hob's Bargain

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learned a few things about magic from the hob—rituals to twist for my use. I held up a branch of mountain ash, what Caefawn called rowan, stolen from a tree in someone’s backyard. My knife in one hand, the branch in the other, I said, “By rowan and iron I bind you to me. By iron, rowan, and the bit of you I hold, you will obey my words.”
    The slight breeze wafting across the bog stilled for a moment as I spoke.
    â€œYou will await me at the eastern entrance to the town tomorrow at dawn. There’s a two-story cottage”—where I’d been sleeping—“with moss growing on the roof and a maple tree set to the north of the main doorway. You will stay there, in the attic, until I call for you.”
    I waited until all the protesting was done before sending them off. I kept something of them inside me, imprisoned in that cold part of my mind. Evil, I thought, not cold. To fight evil, I had to become evil myself.
    I tested the power I held. It wasn’t a tithe on what the ghost had offered. But the ghost was old, older than the manor, maybe older than the hob’s long sleep—and she was gone anyway. I couldn’t use ghosts. The bloodmage used death magic, and he was more experienced than I—a valid excuse, but not the real truth. I just couldn’t forget Touched Banar’s ghost cuddling against me as if I could protect him. They had been human once; the newer ones could be people I knew. I couldn’t expose them to the evil I was doing.
    Torch shoved his head against my shoulder, and I turned to find him wet with sweat and white-eyed. I patted him consolingly, trying to ignore the noeglins’ presence in my mind.
    â€œCome on, Torch,” I said. “It’ll get worse before it gets better.”
    So I called the widdles from the gardens and houses, the afanc and fuath from the river, and the frittenings and groggies from the woodlands. Locking them in their own cells in my mind until I thought I might go mad with the screaming, the piteous weeping, the insidious seep of evil.
    The sun finished its run in the west, and the weariness of its setting bore down upon my shoulders. But Fallbrook couldn’t afford to have me give in to fatigue.
    The last of the groggies left my sight. Dizzy with the taste of power, unable to concentrate from the noise in my head, I turned toward Torch and stumbled forward. I didn’t see the woman holding his reins until I was near to touching her.
    She stood in the open, letting the pale light from the moon touch her face so I could see it better. Her face was ashen, the stubborn mouth tight with fear and sorrow. Her eyes held a wildness, like a trapped wolf. There was something strange about those eyes, and I stared at her until I picked it out. Her pupils were pinpoints, though the night should have opened them until her dark brown eyes were black as night.
    I recognized her, of course. “Fetch,” I said, though for some reason it was hard to twist my lips around the word.
    She smiled, putting Torch’s reins into my hand. As soon as the reins left her hands, Torch’s ears flattened and his eyes rolled so that I could see the whites. He pranced until I stood between her and him, but he was too well-trained to pull against the bit, though he shook with fear.
    â€œI waited for this,” she said, sliding the hand that had held the reins to my cheek. She stepped nearer and pressed her body against mine, her mouth to my mouth, kissing me wetly. “Waited to find you tired and alone.” She whispered it in a lover’s voice against my lips.
    I stood stiffly in her embrace. “Oh, sister,” I said, fear tightening my spine. Belief and fear were her weapons: fear of death and pain. “You mischose your time.” And I took her with the knowledge I had gained this night. I stole her essence and locked it with the gates of my mind. It was easy because I feared myself far more than I did her.
    I was becoming a bloodmage. I’d come to understand it wasn’t just the deaths that made bloodmagic so foul, but taking without repayment or consent.
    I gave her the same direction that I’d given the other spirits this night, and she replied, “I am with you.” Then she faded into nothing.
    I mounted Torch and he caught my fear, dancing and snorting until I thought I’d never get him headed home. I could hold nothing more. The meeting with the fetch left me shaking

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