The Hob's Bargain

missed one—this was going to hurt.
    â€œOuch,” I said, stumbling backward out of further harm’s way. I would miss the one aimed at my jaw.
    Manta stepped closer to see the damage. “I mistimed my pattern,” he apologized. “Are you all right, luv?”
    â€œShe’s fine,” said Ice, his brother, coming up behind me. “Raiders don’t fight in patterns, anyway. If all you learn is patterns, you might as well be dancing.” Despite his brisk words, he pulled my hand away from my face so he could inspect the welt. “Time to put the sticks up anyway. Practice is over.”
    I glanced around. Sure enough, Koret was stepping up to the upturned manger that served as a podium in the barn. I set my sticks in the open-ended barrel with a dozen others.
    My knapsack was nearby with the crossbow next to it. I was still a beginner with the sticks, but at least I’d been a natural with the crossbow. Though, as Kith observed dryly, it wasn’t that hard, just point and shoot. I just pointed better than others. It didn’t hurt that the steel bow shot farther than any of the village crossbows, almost as far as Koret’s longbow.
    By the time I came to the podium, practice had pretty much ended; Ice hadn’t been the only one who’d noticed Koret. We were a scruffy-looking lot gathered around the front of the barn.
    There were four Beresforders in our group, including Manta and his blue-eyed brother, Ice—whose real name, I had learned, was Eannise. Ice had been made an elder to represent Beresford, though I’m not certain I wasn’t older than he was. Manta was older, I knew—but there was something about Ice that made him a man others would follow.
    The Beresforders were easy to pick out because, other than Kith and me, the Fallbrook patrollers were boys—the ones who were too old to be content shuffling around town with the women and children, yet not old enough to guard the lands against the raiders.
    The far fields had been abandoned more than a month ago; they were too vulnerable to the bandits’ attack. We’d fallen back to protecting just the near fields, most of which were grazing lands and vegetable gardens. There wasn’t enough grain produced on the land that was left to feed the village through the winter.
    A month ago Merewich ordered the two bridges across the river guarded day and night, without actually saying he intended to claim the lord’s fields for the village. Hard on his announcement, Albrin—whose lands had been among those abandoned—took over guarding the eastern bridge by Fell Lake, relocating his horses to the lord’s grazing fields bordering the swamps. He, his hirelings, and a number of newly homeless men moved into a hay storage barn over the objections of the steward.
    â€œAll right now, lads,” said Koret in a voice that would have carried over ocean waves. “You know there’s been a movement afoot to restrict our patrols to the near fields we are actually guarding. I’ve talked to Merewich, and we’ve come up with a few alternatives, so for now your routes are the same. New orders are that if you see a group larger than five raiders, come in directly to report.”
    â€œWhat if they try to hit the town?” Someday I needed to learn how Ice could make his soft voice heard so easily over the shuffling noises of the group. “We lost ten men in that raid on Lyntle’s—”
    â€œEleven,” someone added, “Lyntle’s son died this afternoon.”
    Ice nodded but continued without pause. “And at least that many more are injured. That leaves us with less than sixty fighting men in town if the patrols stay as they are.”
    Koret nodded his agreement. “We’ve talked to the steward, and the remnants of Lord Moresh’s fighting men—there are twenty of them—are staying in the village as of today. They’re being mixed with the teams of guards we already have, so there’ll be someone with experience fighting in each team. I’ve pulled Kith from patrol to train them. I don’t have time now. As you might have heard, I’ve begun an afternoon training session to teach some of our women how to defend themselves.” He grinned, adding, “Some of the nastiest pirates I’ve ever known have been women. Look at Aren.”
    I stuck out my tongue at Ice when he cowered away from