The Hob's Bargain

under the grass.
    They were clean as if someone had boiled the flesh from them—chicken mostly, though some of them might have been goose. Nearer the clothesline I saw the bones of a dog. A basket sat nearby, half full of washing.
    I led Duck around the fluttering clothes. A brightly striped kerchief was still wrapped around the skull of the woman who had been hanging laundry.
    Not raiders, I thought. There was no sign the woman had met an untimely end by ax or knife. It might have been a plague that killed her. There were some that swept through towns, killing entire populations. Most of those were mageborn, but some of the natural diseases could do it, too.
    If this were a plague, we shouldn’t go into town. If this were plague, it couldn’t have happened very long ago. The bones were yellowish, almost greasy looking, with dark spots on the long bones of her arm. Newly stripped bones that had lain there for no more than a month.
    I’d seen an army turned to bone, then ash: it hadn’t been a plague. But what madman would have loosed such a spell here? Auberg was no threat to anyone.
    I sat beside the skeleton and touched her wrist gently. The bones were dry against my fingers. I wondered what the unknown mage who’d stripped the land of magic bindings had done with the power he’d acquired. Duck touched the top of my head with his nose, worried about my unaccustomed place at his feet.
    I closed my eyes and tried to see what had happened to the woman. I tried to put aside all of my speculations. For a long time, nothing came to me. Visions all the time when I didn’t want them, but they were harder to call on purpose. My right leg started to go to sleep.
    I heard hoofbeats approaching. Kith and Wandel must have gotten tired of waiting. I opened my eyes and turned to look….
    A bloodmage clad in black and red with arcane symbols climbing his sleeves stood alone in a gray tower that looked out over the city. Some of the runes worked into his clothing I knew from Gram—calls for health and well-being.
    The man turned, letting his face touch the lamplight. It was the face of a man eaten from inside by his magic. I knew what it was because Moresh’s mage was showing signs of it. Father said it was because bloodmagic made the bones go soft. What this man’s original features might have been was impossible to tell.
    â€œI told you that we would lose this fight, my lord,” he said. His voice was only a harsh whisper, but it carried power.
    Someone made an answer, inaudible—but the effect on the mage was electrifying. “I have done all I could. Do you accuse me of treachery?” He listened, then replied even more softly. “A truce? What would he take in return for truce when he knows we have already lost?”
    Madness lit his face briefly, then he closed his eyes, rubbing one of the black runes with his left hand. When his eyes opened, there was something sane dwelling there, but his left hand still moved on the runes, which glittered with an eerie yellow light.
    In the manner of a man overtired by work, he repeated himself, but the dangerous edge to his voice was gone. “What have you offered him?”
    This time I could hear the other man. “I sent your son to him with a sealed message which he has read several hours since. I told him the boy was his to do with as he pleased—like you, he is a bloodmage. What strength would he get from a mage as powerful as your son? But perhaps the boy was able to defeat him as you never have? The rituals you go through take so much time—perhaps you can do something about him before your son dies? Perhaps the war is not so hopeless after all?”
    The bloodmage closed his eyes again and moved his right hand, the left one still tracing the runes on his sleeve. When he opened his eyes, he appeared calm and his left hand dropped to his side—but there was nothing sane about him. “You are correct. There is something I can do to defeat him—I discovered it a month ago. Who could have told you? Ah, no matter. All the reason I had for not doing it is dead with my son. For your part in this you shall not die here.”
    The mage spread his hands and closed his eyes again. An aura surrounded him, growing gradually, making first him, then the room, and last the tower glow red with the power he called to him. It took a long time to gather and barely an instant to send on its way, taking with it