The Hob's Bargain

quiet or leave,” I said sourly. “I have enough to work out. If you interfere, I swear it’ll be the worse for you.”
    He subsided, except for a couple of smirks. I didn’t know what he thought I could do to him, but I was glad he was threatened enough to desist.
    â€œShow yourself, ghost.” I said again. “Caefawn, don’t you bring me out here, then leave me alone to deal with this thing.”
    It was there. Larger than the garden we were in, its substance covered the ground with a deep shadow.
    â€œCaefawn,” I said again. “Time enough for despair when there’s nothing left to do.”
    â€œHobs are emotional,” observed the shaper. “Ghosts affect them more than they do you mortals.”
    The shadows continued to deepen in the garden, frightening the moon’s light away. I reflected, not for the first time in the hob’s company, that cat’s sight would be extremely useful. Darkness crept over Caefawn, who was bent around his staff as if it comforted him.
    The shadows stopped at my feet.
    â€œWho are you?” it asked in a voice like fiddle music in the dawn. I thought that was supposed to be my question. “Why did you summon me?”
    â€œI am Aren of Fallbrook,” I answered it, as I had the earth spirit the day before. “I am here to be taught.”
    â€œFallbrook,” it said. “Taught what?”
    â€œTo speak to you,” I replied.
    Something touched me inside my head. It was the strangest feeling I’d ever had, as if something soft and ethereal drifted through my skin and bone. After an instant the touch turned to ice.
    â€œWarm it,” advised the shaper as he gripped both my hands and stared into my eyes. For once his face was serious. “Think of hot, rich food; the fire on a cold night; my master’s eyes. Think of touch and life and light.” Then, without loosing my eyes from his hold, he said in a different voice, “Hob, now would be a good time to help.”
    Would you like to join me?
    I shuddered with the icy jolt that shot from my head to my spine. I thought of fires and soup, hot green-brown eyes that flared to red in an elemental’s face.
    I am so alone here.
    Me, too , I thought before I caught myself. I’m so alone .
    The shaper slapped my face. “Warmth and living, Aren.”
    Warmth. The touch of Daryn’s hands on my flesh. Warmth slipped from his remembered touch to my cold skin. I concentrated on the one night we’d had, the passion and fire. When I ran out of memory, I built new ones. Dreaming about the dead didn’t seem like the right thing to do under the circumstances, so for the new ones I substituted coal-gray skin for sun-browned, the nip of fangs gently wielded, a tail wrapped around my ankle. Thoughts curiosity had brought to me after the bargain was struck. I asked the question, What would it be like to be wed to the hob? The answers came whether I willed them or not.
    The cold withdrew slowly, more slowly when desires replaced solid memory. So I tried another tack. I built the image of the gradual magic of rye and wheat pushing up through the earth, exchanging safe darkness for sunlight and warmth. Flowers opening for the first time to the dance of butterfly wings.
    It was gone, and I was breathing as heavily as a drowning victim just rescued. I expect the analogy occurred to me because my clothes were wet with sweat. It started to rain. Lucky me.
    â€œGood girl,” said the shaper. “Did well enough for a mortal—better than the hob.”
    Behind the shaper crouched the ghost. I felt no fear of it now, for it was mine. It could do no more harm unless I set it free.
    â€œBut Caefawn’s no speaker,” I said with sudden knowledge of what that might mean. “The despair…that’s a ghost’s weapon, isn’t it? It doesn’t affect me.”
    Caefawn, his face drawn and remote, looked up from his staff. “That and fear. As a speaker you are immune to those and many other weapons of the spirit. The mountain could defend me from terror or gloom, not both. Not so far from her slopes.”
    Rather than tiring me out, holding the ghost under my control seemed to be giving me energy, as if I’d been drinking fizzies all night and was jittery with it.
    All beings had spirits, not just ghosts. I thought that if I wanted to, I might be able to take the shaper as well, though not the hob. Not