The Hob's Bargain

than a string to me,” I said, tongue in cheek.
    He snorted. “Feckless lass. It’s a serious business. I’ve seen you when the visions take you—you’ve no defenses. If that ghost had come when you were looking at some ancient ancestor of mine as he carved a silly warning in the rock, you’d be haunting my mountain even now.”
    â€œ You’re calling me feckless?” I said with mock incredulity.
    He showed his fangs. “I’m not the one who ran into a camp of armed enemy, my sweet. The cedar might not help at all, I don’t know. But you can try.”
    So I sat on the ground with the staff across my legs, holding it with both hands. Caefawn folded his legs nimbly, one across the other, and faced me, tail twitching like an anxious cat’s.
    â€œCall the vision,” he said.
    While he was tutoring me in spirit-speaking, I’d realized summoning a vision wasn’t all that different from calling spirits. Some of the most powerful approached me, and the others might come to my beckoning. I hadn’t applied it to my visions yet, but this was as good a time as any to try.
    What I really wanted to know was what was happening with the raiders—but whatever it was that kept me from seeing them was still in effect. So I received something different.
    Music drifted from his strings, called by skillful fingers. Wandel hummed a bit with the music, absorbed in the chords he summoned. He stopped abruptly and shook his head. He played four or five notes over several times, varying the last note until he was satisfied.
    â€œCome back now, Aren.”
    When I had visions, it seemed like my body became less real than the sights or sounds that passed through my mind. This time was no exception, but the cedar staff held substance my body did not. Even as I thought about it, I broke free of the vision.
    â€œIt worked,” I said, smiling. Both Caefawn’s prop and my new technique. It wouldn’t save me from falling off Duck when a vision struck (which I’d done once), but at least I could avoid lying around waiting for marauding hillgrims (or whatever new creepy-crawly appeared next) to find me.
    He matched my smile with one of his own. “Good. Cedar’s pull is not all that strong. Once you understand how it works, you can do without it. No sense getting dependent on props. Try it again.”
    I tried the raiders’ camp again, but instead of focusing on the raiders, I tried to picture Rook’s face. I hadn’t tried an individual before, and this time the sight started to come to my call. The sensation of pressure against my temples was almost too strong to bear. It wasn’t exactly painful, but extremely uncomfortable. I kept my eyes open, mostly to see if I could.
    Caefawn’s face faded to blackness, but nothing replaced it but the strong smell of meat cooking over an open fire.
    â€œSo what are we going to do now?” The voice belonged to Rook’s Quilliar.
    â€œI don’t know.” Rook’s voice was unhurried. “I suppose—it’s time to come back now.”
    His voice slid into Caefawn’s deeper tones.
    This time it was easier to pull back to myself. Maybe because the vision wasn’t as strong, but I felt as if I were controlling it rather than the other way around.
    â€œGood,” said Caefawn, as my eyes refocused on his face.
    I grinned in triumph. Not only was I learning to control my vision, but I’d gotten past whatever it was that guarded the raiders. Before I could tell him, though, the sight caught me up in an implacable grip. The strength of its hold made my attempts to avoid it seem like the fluttering of a chick just hatched. The smell of cedar faded to nothing.
    When the hob was trying to get me to find the earth spirit, I’d had the sensation of soaring over the ground. Now I felt a sensation very similar. I could see …
    â€¦the two of us staring at one another, the hob’s tail wrapped around my wrist and his hands at my shoulders before I was pulled away. The Hob—the mountain version—lay beneath me and I floated over her ridges and past them to Silvertooth’s broken body, which was covered with new growth of grass and thorn. Something grabbed me, and my speed increased until the ridges below me became a blur. Then it stopped. I couldn’t be certain where I was, for the trails and ridges were no longer familiar. But the man…I