The Hob's Bargain

not serious.”
    He took a little flask from one of the bags he wore around his waist. I could smell the alcohol before it hit my skin, and I whined as softly as I could when it hit.
    â€œThis is like a cat scratch,” he said. “It’ll feel better once it’s cleaned off.”
    I muttered something uncomplimentary, and he laughed.
    â€œMischief,” he said obscurely, then chided me. “Next time you want to alert a camp of armed men, do me a favor and think of a safer way. I suppose we also need to do something about those visions. If I hadn’t been there, you’d have had the whole of them upon you before you could defend yourself.”
    The euphoria of the run came back to me as the pain of my cuts faded. I grinned at him. “Good thing you were there.” I gave him a speculative look. “I thought you couldn’t do that invisible trick from this side of the river.”
    â€œYou mean when I got you out of it? We weren’t invisible, just camouflaged. In the heat of a battle, there’s more than enough confusion to make it as effective as invisibility. If someone had been looking for you, they’d have seen us.”
    Having caught my wind, I stood up and started back toward the village. It was going on to full daylight, and I needed to get some sleep. “I wonder what the raiders will make of my warning them.”
    He sniggered. “I hadn’t figured on you. If Rook is smart, your village won’t have any more serious problems from the raiders.”
    I raised my eyebrows at him. “Who?”
    â€œRemember the two raiders who listened to you speak that first day?”
    He gave speak the same emphasis that I gave the sight . Perhaps it hadn’t been the White Beast’s presence that encouraged the raiders to listen.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œThe older one is Rook, second in command. I’ve been talking to him quite a bit. The raiders have been having some problems. Something’s been getting into their stores. Horses are going lame for no reason. Their leader’s getting a reputation for bad luck.”
    I laughed. “Rook will be better?”
    â€œHe’s come to see the error of their ways,” replied the hob. “It should work.”
    He sounded a little tentative, but I’d come to believe in his infallibility. The hob had changed the villagers’ luck. Smiling, I looked down upon my cottage from the slopes above it. We’d come up with a way to appease the earth spirit; the raiders would join us and help; Fallbrook would grow and thrive. With the luck of the hob on our side, what else could happen?

    â€œW HY ARE WE GOING ALL THE WAY UP HERE ?” I ASKED from Duck’s back as we trotted up the path to the Hob. It was light out, but the rain made it less pleasant than it might have been. I yawned; I hadn’t gotten much sleep after coming back from fighting the raiders. Caefawn had awakened me before the sun had risen well past the top of the mountains.
    The hob looked at me as if I were an idiot. “Didn’t you ask me to teach you how to keep the visions from overwhelming you?”
    I considered it. “I think that was your idea.”
    â€œDo I know anything about how visions work?” he asked, then continued without giving me a chance to say anything. “Of course not. No self-respecting hob would ever dream of having visions.”
    I pulled off my wet hat and hit him with it lightly. “No hob would ever dream of being self-respecting,” I returned roundly as I set the hat back on my head. “If he found he was in danger of it, he’d have to do something drastic.”
    He laughed. “True, lady. All too true. Well, then, I ask you, how am I to help you control your visions?”
    â€œI thought that was what I should ask you,” I said, yawning again. “Seeing as you’re so determined to teach me.”
    â€œTrue, but you didn’t know to ask it, did you?” He gave me a flirtatious glance before turning his attention back to where he was running.
    If he was going to play with words, I could, too. “Then why are you asking me to answer it?” I ducked under a low-hanging branch.
    â€œBecause I am not a respectable hob.”
    I laughed. “Enough, already. Why are we going to the Hob?”
    â€œBecause I think I know how to help you—but I need the mountain to show you.”
    We took a different path up