The Hob's Bargain

crossbow and slung the quiver into its proper place across my shoulders. The leather bag I attached to my belt.
    My last experience made me wary as I opened the door to the next house. Nothing greeted me but the faint scent of lemon verbena.
    The first room was so prosaic it seemed to disallow a world in which a warrior could guard his domain after death. Ruffled curtains framed the windows covered only by a screen of creamy linen to keep out insects and dirt.
    The next room was a bedroom, and I walked quickly through it. There were two doorways on the side of the room. I opened the first and walked into another bedroom, much smaller than the first. A cradle creaked back and forth as the breeze swept through the window where the protective screen had been torn loose.
    Almost involuntarily, I stepped farther into the room and looked at the tiny bones lying clothed in a soft gown embroidered with yellow and orange flowers. A rose-colored quilt had been tucked lovingly around the baby. I tightened my hand around the crossbow until it hurt, but the pain didn’t help.
    A soft lullaby filled my head. The breeze died, but the cradle still rocked. I watched as a mother sang her babe to sleep. The dead woman looked up at me and smiled—a simple, uncomplicated smile—and raised a finger to her lips, protecting the sleep of a child who would never awaken.
    I walked out of the house and shut the door gently behind me with a hand that shook. It hadn’t felt like a vision.
    Sweat gathered on the small of my back. I knew I should have gone on and searched for the larder, but it was beyond me. Perhaps Kith could have done it, but not even the power of old taunts was going to make me go into another house.
    Kith came out of a house on the other side of the narrow lane, and looked at me. Something in my face must have shown how I felt, because he crossed the street and frowned.
    â€œWhat?” he asked.
    â€œWell,” I answered, smiling grimly, “at least we know we don’t have to search for babies left unattended. The one in there was only a few days old, and the spell took it as surely as it took larger creatures.” I decided not to mention the ghost.
    Kith closed his eyes briefly and nodded. “I have enough food for the journey if there aren’t many more people than it appears. What you have should fill in the gaps.” He gave me a look that told me what he had found hadn’t been much better, then he chose to change the subject. Soldiers were probably good at avoiding unbearable things. “I see you found a crossbow.”
    I gave it to him, and he looked it over closely before returning it. “Steel bow,” he said. “They’re expensive. My own is a composite, easier to draw but less range. Most of the weapons like this belong to noblemen—Moresh has one. I wouldn’t have thought a town this size would have a weapon of such quality. It’s too bad we can’t use it.”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    He set the bow on the ground, holding onto the stock first, then bracing it against his shoulder. He ran a finger down the stock and showed me two black metal pegs, one on each side.
    â€œThis was meant for a goatsfoot. You’ll not be able to draw it by hand.”
    â€œA what?” I asked, trying to picture how a goat’s foot would help to draw a bow.
    â€œGoatsfoot,” he repeated. “It’s a device that you hook under the string and over the pins.” He fingered the pegs he’d shown me. They didn’t look like pins to me. “Then you pull it back. The extra leverage allows you to draw the bow.”
    I opened the leather bag and pulled out the contraption it held. “Is this one?”
    He took it from me. “ That makes this bow a lot more useful.” Kneeling, he pressed the toe of his boot to the bow, holding it steady as he showed me how the goatsfoot cocked the bow.
    The back of my neck crawled suddenly, and I glanced behind me. But the houses all stood empty.

    T HE SUN WAS LOW IN THE SKY WHEN WE FINALLY SET out from Auberg. It had taken longer than I’d expected to collect the two men who were out. Then the Beresforders had a bunch of livestock—cattle, sheep, pigs, mules, and a few horses (including Danci’s dun)—in a larger paddock behind the inn. At least Wandel had worked the magic of his charm on the Beresforders: there wasn’t a grumble among them at the hurry. And