The Hob's Bargain

underneath me as he clamped his tail tightly against his legs. The oxen bawled and stopped as well, dropping to the ground despite the discomfort of the yoke.
    â€œRaiders?” asked Albrin.
    â€œI don’t know, sir,” replied Kith. “I wouldn’t think they’d bother old Torch, not after the campaigns he’s—”
    The earth bucked and heaved beneath us. Kith’s gelding let out soft little murmurs of distress, his dun coat darkened with the sweat of fear. After a moment the animal’s noises were hidden by the roar of the earth’s anger. The sound was indescribable. An immense tree dropped not an arm’s length from us, but I didn’t hear anything when it hit because of the earth’s incredible roar.
    The shaking slowed. The magic that had consumed me eased, and I could breathe again. A rumble drew my attention to the southern peaks of the mountains surrounding our valley. Silvertooth Mountain slid downward, almost gently. The noise of it was quieter than the earthquake, distant—until it fell across the pass with a thunderous crash, blocking the King’s Highway. The earth shook again.
    The second time wasn’t as bad, but it seemed to go on longer. Albrin’s horse had been dumped on her side as the earth buckled beneath her, but during the lesser shaking the mare regained her feet. When the second quake stopped, I could feel only the barest hint of magic.
    Except for Hob’s Mountain, Silvertooth had been the tallest peak surrounding the valley. Now it looked as if someone had kicked it into Old Fortress, which was itself leaning aside. As we watched, dust rose from the fall, gradually obscuring the new landmark from view.
    â€œThis is a day of ill omens,” said Talon soberly, his hands steadier than his voice as he reassured the oxen.
    I couldn’t see Kith’s face, but Albrin looked as if he’d just seen the end of the world. The oxen heaved themselves to their feet. The resultant jostling of the wagon knocked the blanket aside, and I stared into Caulem’s dead eyes. My world had ended before the earthquake.
    The smith spoke softly to the oxen, and they threw their weight behind their harnesses. The wagon passed us, and Torch sidestepped closer. Kith leaned over, the reins in his teeth, and pulled the blanket back into place.
    We followed the trail by Soul’s Creek until after it forded the creek and turned to parallel the river. For the first few minutes of travel, the view of the river was blocked by thickets of willow. When the willow thinned out, it wasn’t the animals that called a halt this time.
    â€œBy the gods,” whispered Albrin hoarsely, forgetting we had been worshiping the One God for the last few generations.
    Where the river had formerly run, there was nothing but the deep channel it had cut. Soul’s Creek emptied into the rocky riverbed, and flowed where it would. Fish flapped weakly in the muddy river bottom, their gills fluttering uselessly in the open air.
    â€œIt will come back,” I said involuntarily. For a moment the sight was more real than the shifting horse underneath me. “By tomorrow night it will flow with mud, and next week the water will rush freely.”
    Albrin gave me an odd look with a hint of coldness in his eyes. “What do you know of this, Aren?”
    I gripped the back of Kith’s shirt tightly and shook my head. “I need to talk to the elders,” I whispered. “Can we hurry?”

    B EFORE WE REACHED THE NARROW BRIDGE OVER Canyon Creek, the sky had darkened ominously. Great clouds traveled south to north, though the more usual direction was west to east. A fine powder drifted down like dry snowflakes.
    â€œAsh,” I said.
    â€œFrom a fire?” asked Albrin, who’d been riding nearby since we’d seen the empty riverbed.
    â€œNo,” I answered, shivering a little. “Bodies.”
    After that Albrin dropped away from us. The space between Kith and me and the rest of the group became noticeable. I understood how they felt; if I could have gotten away from me, I would have, too.

    T HE WOMEN AND CHILDREN OF THE VILLAGE WERE standing in clusters along the edge of the river when we came into Fallbrook—as they might well have been. But the river had been gone for a while by then, so they were ready to be distracted by the contents of the wagon.
    Albrin told them about the raiders, and sympathetic murmurs seemed