The Hob's Bargain

too, never in the same shape twice but never again in the body of anyone I knew. When I wasn’t patrolling, the hob continued my lessons. Sometimes I wasn’t certain whether he was teaching me, teasing me, or courting me—often as not, it was all three.
    â€œCome on, then, the raiders aren’t going anywhere today,” he said, pulling me proprietorially in the direction opposite from the one I should be going.
    â€œAnd how do you know that?” I asked, though I fell in beside him willingly enough.
    He grinned and twitched his tail with mischief. “A few of my acquaintances are having fun tonight. They’ll do no harm—except to the raiders’ pride, and you’ll have more time to learn.”
    â€œDid you talk to your ‘acquaintances’ about the thefts in the village?”
    â€œNone of them admit to it, though that’s no surety. If you could talk the people into leaving something out for the little folk, it might go better for them.”
    â€œBetter for whom, the little folk, or the villagers?” I asked. “The widow Shona left a handful of cookies out last night, and this morning something had unwoven the better part of the blanket she was working and tracked blue dye all over the walls and ceiling.”
    The hob chuckled. “I’ll look at it. Happen I’ll recognize the footprints.”
    We crossed Fell Bridge. There was no guard there. The hob had advised against it, saying the raiders were unlikely to harm the crops before harvest, or to take any of Albrin’s livestock out of the valley. What went missing could be retaken closer to a time it would be of use. Put up a few herdsmen with the animals to guard against predators and give them orders to run at the first sight of the raiders. Koret had agreed. The raiders seemed to have the same philosophy, for no one had seen them on the manor side of the river since the last attack.
    â€œWhere are we going?” I asked, climbing over a stone wall that divided one pasture from another.
    â€œTo the bogs,” he said. “I’m hoping to find a few noeglins or maybe a will-o’-wisps. You’d like the will-o’-wisps: when they sing, the flowers bloom even at night.”
    We found a large rock to sit on by the edge of the Fell bogs. The air was damp and chilly despite its being summer. The bog smelled of rotting vegetation and sweet bogflower.
    â€œIt’d be easier to do this inside the marsh,” Caefawn informed me. “But then we’d get wet and smell like a bog for days. We’ll try for noeglins first. They’re about as strong as ghosts, and guaranteed to fight you with anything in their power. They’ll be good experience for you.”
    We sat for a while. His tail snuck around my waist. I pried it off and set it politely between us with a pat. I hadn’t realized just how strong his tail was. If he hadn’t let me, I’d never have gotten it off.
    â€œIs the rock uncomfortable?”
    I quit twitching my hips. “Quite. So how do I call a hooglin?”
    â€œNoeglin,” he corrected. “Hmm, this might be a problem. I’ll try to describe it, and we’ll see what happens. Think of a creature formed from the stench of the swamp. They aren’t too intelligent, nor yet too—” He broke off abruptly and pointed.
    In the dark, only its movement allowed me to see the creature scuffling about the edges of the swamp. It had a dark, furry pelt and looked almost bearlike, but was much smaller. It might have been the size of a herd dog.
    â€œPikka,” said the hob when it was gone. “They’re a true animal, but I’d be careful just the same. They’ve a nasty temper—I’d rather face a bear than a pikka. Most times a bear will leave you alone.”
    â€œThey use magic?” I asked. Otherwise, why would they come back after the bonds were lifted? I’d certainly never heard of a pikka before.
    The hob nodded. “For stealth, mostly. A pikka can slip into a herd of sheep and eat a lamb lying beside its mother without disturbing any of the sheep.”
    â€œCaefawn,” I asked, “where are they all coming from—the fairies and such? Spirits are immortal, and I know how you survived—but what about the pikka and earthens?”
    â€œThe guardian spirits like the earth spirit, mostly, I suspect.” His tail slipped off the rock, almost as if it were