The Hob's Bargain

had turned into this reserved, dour stranger.
    I smiled politely at him, glad he hadn’t come the day before and caught me wallowing in self-pity or writhing madly under the effects of the sight . With the first humor I’d felt for a long time, I gave him the formality his demeanor asked for. “Greetings and well-seeming, Kith.”
    He gave me a suspicious glance, and I remembered his support when I stood before the elders. Softening my teasing with more warmth, I said, “What brings you here?”
    His jaw clenched, causing his pale skin to flush under his cheekbones. “Beresford valley is flooded.”
    All humor left me, and I stepped forward to grip his arm—I had friends and kin there, too. “I know, I saw .”
    Kith nodded, as though it was something he expected, but then Moresh’s bloodmage traveled with the army, so perhaps he was used to magic. “The harper rode up Wedding Pass yesterday; he says the whole valley is underwater. Nobody from Beresford has come this way, so we think they must have left for Auberg when they realized that the water was going to cover the village.” He looked at me, and I shook my head. I hadn’t seen the Beresforders, hadn’t tried to see them.
    He continued after a brief hesitation. “Wandel and I are going on the old trail over Hob’s Mountain to see if any villagers made it out.”
    I kept my hand on his arm, knowing there must have been a reason he’d come to see me before they went.
    â€œAren?” He looked away from my gaze. “Would you see if you can tell what happened to Danci? If she’s all right?”
    â€œDanci?” I repeated. She was a widow living in Beresford who had begun a campaign of courting Kith that must have been rather more successful than anyone had suspected, if it had caused Kith to come to me.
    â€œDo you know what happened to her?” he asked. “If she’s not in Auberg, I’d like to have some idea of where she’s gone.”
    I gave him a wry smile. “I can try, but you saw what happened when I tried to see Cantier’s scar—all I got was faces of dead men, most of whom I didn’t even know. I’ve been having visions like mad ever since Silvertooth fell, but I don’t have any control over them.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember? You grabbed Cantier and told him his dog had done it when it was hurt and afraid.” He gave me a small smile. “Then you patted him on the cheek and said something to the effect that people and dogs had a lot in common. You were pretty frightening, Pest. If it hadn’t been for the priest…It was a good day for you when Old Gifford died and Tolleck came to the village.”
    I nodded. “I remember the priest. Well enough. If I can find her for you, I will. Come into the house so I can sit down.”
    I did not want to do this. No visions all day—well, only that little one about Kith and Quilliar. But Danci had been—was—my friend, too.
    Kith led his horse to a patch of grass and ground-tied him before following me into the cottage. I waited for him to shut the door, then took a seat on a stool set against a wall. As it was the only seat of any kind left in the house, Kith was forced to stand. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let Danci’s face form in my mind. If it had worked with Cantier, it might work for Danci.
    Honey-brown hair, I thought, with a touch of curl. Gray eyes that glittered with fun and a stubborn jaw. Clear skin and a nose slightly too long for her face. Even as I cataloged Danci’s features, her image faded into another face.
    Predatory eyes, cinnamon-colored and slitted like a cat’s, were startling, but his features were human. Merriment and laughter touched his face, which was a gray darker than night’s shadow. His eyes met mine, and his brow lifted in mild inquiry. I was uneasily certain that he saw me, that perhaps the vision was as much his as it was mine. For an instant I glimpsed loneliness that matched mine, and I wondered what he had lost.
    â€œHob?” said Kith’s voice in my ear. “You mean Hob’s Mountain?”
    I blinked stupidly at him for a moment, oddly startled by the color of his skin. “I don’t know. Do I?”
    â€œAll you said was ‘Hob.’”
    Still half-caught in my vision, I shook my head, unable to answer him because I didn’t remember