The Hob's Bargain

magic.”
    Casually, Kith stretched; when he settled, his shoulder rested against mine. I concentrated on that touch and Koret’s impassive face, ignoring the reactions of anyone else.
    â€œLong and long ago, a king inherited a land full of too many people. To the west were the lands of the Black Duke; to the south was the sea; to the north was bitter cold; and to the east were wild lands. In the wild lands lived the magic creatures: trolls, goblins, dragons, and ghouls—things not conducive to human habitation. Wildlings.” I relaxed a little as I settled into the familiar cadence of Gram’s story.
    â€œSo this king called upon his mages, and they set spells upon the magic of the last of the wild lands. Here. The king’s mages bound the magic of this land as well as they could, and after them successive generations of wizards tied the threads of magic so tightly that, at last, there were no more wild lands in the world at all, no more wildlings—for they cannot live without magic. This binding allowed human mages no access to the magic either, but they had another way of gaining power.”
    â€œBloodmagic,” said Koret needlessly.
    I nodded. “Those of us who choose not to use that path have little power. And what they— we —have, we hide. Bloodmages are rightly feared—” I looked up, and as I spoke the next words, I met the eyes of each elder in turn—“and any mage can decide to take that path. You have no guarantees that I won’t: none other than my word.”
    I paused, staring at Kith’s boot. “Gram’s talent was healing, but mine is the sight . This morning I could tell something bad was going to happen—but I thought it would be something…well, something like a storm or a twisted ankle. So I didn’t say anything to Daryn when he left for the fields.”
    I paused, then said rawly, “He is now dead because of it. I won’t make that mistake again.
    â€œWhile I hid from the raiders, I saw ”—I added emphasis so that no one there could have any doubt how I got my information—“the raiders kill Daryn, my father, and Caulem. Then I saw something else. A bloodmage tore the bindings of the land away, and one of the aftereffects of his spell was the earthquake that toppled Silvertooth.”
    I expected to feel relief once I’d told them my story—or, if not relief, then fear of my impending death. But I didn’t feel anything.
    Cantier held out his hand and, after an assessing look, Koret dropped the acorn into his hand.
    â€œCan you prove you are what you say you are, girl?”
    I looked at him stupidly for a moment—why would anyone claim to be a seer if they weren’t? When it was apparent that he was serious, I shrugged. “The sight comes when it wills. What do you want me to look for?”
    He frowned, looking grumpier than usual. Finally he pulled up his sleeve, displaying a jagged scar. “How did I come by this?”
    I stared at the scar for a bit, then closed my eyes and pictured it in my mind, but nothing came. At last I looked up, opened my mouth, and—visions came, if not precisely the ones I had sought.
    Lord Moresh argued with another nobleman. There was no sound, but the smell of blood and death was overwhelming. Moresh gestured toward something lying beyond sight. The other man nodded and turned away as an arrow slid into Moresh’s eye.
    Glimpses of battlefields full of men one moment and ashes the next. Faces of people flashed by so fast that I could only know that they were strangers to me.
    Sound came at last: screams and prayers of the dying….
    My face hurt suddenly, and I saw Kith, his upright hand a few inches from my face. But the screams in my head continued unabated. I pushed my face close to his and said, “The wildlings will return.”
    â€œIs she all right?” asked Cantier, kneeling on my other side and taking my shoulders in his hands. I realized I was sitting on the ground.
    Kith raised his eyebrows and said, “How the…” He drew in a breath. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
    A man in strange livery pulled his gold-embroidered, purple cloak around himself, striking a heroic pose as he stood before his men. Something…something happened between one moment and the next. Where he had been was a skeleton in his uniform, standing in front of a skeleton army. Nothing