The Hob's Bargain

know.” I yawned and folded my arms on the table, resting my forehead against my forearms. I closed my eyes.
    I could feel the two men stare at me. The bench shifted as Merewich moved toward Koret.
    â€œWhat do you think?”
    Koret grunted, then said, “If I hadn’t heard the stories of what the Beresforders faced getting here, I’d not believe it. But…I suppose we’ll know in the morning, eh?”
    â€œI want to believe it,” confessed Merewich, almost in a whisper. “I want to believe it very much—but I don’t trust in hope anymore.”

    W E MARCHED UP THROUGH THE EARTH AND INTO THE enemy’s home. Wooden boards and a heavy cloth covered the dirt beneath my feet, but I could still feel the earth’s reassuring presence….
    I awoke wide-eyed and breathing hard through my nose. Without questioning why I was in a strange room, I swung my legs from the bed and darted for the door. I bolted down the inn stairs, ignoring Koret and Merewich, who were running out of the public room. I sprinted to the barn to collect my crossbow.
    Too late , I thought, too late —but I hurried anyway.
    The night air was still. The moon shone silver and gilt as it touched the cobbles of the inn yard. The stones in the yard cut into my feet, and I stubbed my toe on something in the dark barn before my scrabbling fingers snagged my crossbow. Next to it I found the quiver with the pouch that held the goatsfoot.
    Too late , I thought feverishly, too late .
    Only a short way down the street from the inn the alarm bell was lit by the faint glow of the moon. The alarm bell was closer than the baker’s house.
    The moon’s illumination allowed me to take the flight of stairs that led to the bell rope without slowing. Caefawn must have been right about my knee—I hardly noticed it. Rough hemp cut into my fingers when I set my weight against the rope. I had to do it twice before the clear tolling of the bell rang through the streets.
    For a moment the stillness of the night continued, then people spewed from their houses, children in the arms of adults. The crowd grew with silent efficiency, gathering around the bell to find out where the attack was coming from. The response was better than the last drill Koret had run.
    â€œBelis!” I shouted to the quiet crowd, leaving off ringing the bell. “Has anyone seen the baker?”
    They were beginning to murmur a bit and shuffle around. I stepped up on the railing, holding one of the bell posts for balance as I tried to look over the crowd to see the fringes. Belis lived in one of the outskirt houses, farthest from the river. It would take him longer to reach us.
    If he could.
    I had seen just enough of the house in my vision to recognize the rug Gram had given Belis in return for a winter’s supply of bread. I still wasn’t certain what had invaded his house, but I had the impression that his house wasn’t the only one they’d tunneled their way into. Merewich and Koret were working their way through the crowd—it occurred to me that if something didn’t happen soon, I would have some explaining to do.
    No one would listen to me without proof, not if matters had gotten far enough out of hand that the villagers killed Touched Banar. If Kith were in the crowd, it wouldn’t have mattered. No one gainsaid Kith, and I could count on him to back me up. But Kith didn’t come out of the inn.
    Just as I was ready to give in to despair (too late, too late), I saw a group of people coming down a side street from the north side of town. Belis, tall and thin, stood out from the crowd, and I felt something inside me relax.
    I set the nut and pulled out the goatsfoot, using it to draw the string to the nut and hook it. I pulled a bolt from the quiver and set it in place. The bow at the ready, I aimed for the darkness behind the small group of people who joined the rest of the village.
    â€œAren?” Koret’s voice was a soft murmur as he mounted the stairs. Cautious.
    It occurred to me that I must appear a bit touched, standing on the railing, wearing a man’s nightshirt, and aiming a bow at the shadows no one…. But they ought to expect madness from someone who saw visions. Visions that had saved at least one man this morning.
    There! I loosed the bolt and drew again, swearing at the time it took. After half a season’s drilling, I no longer felt the strain in my forearms every