The Hob's Bargain

off his back was not rain. His knees were cut and scratched from his earlier falls, but only the skin was damaged, as far as I could tell.
    The earth shook slightly one more time, but there were no more boulders or rocks. The sudden silence made me realize just how loud the earth had been. Now there was only the sound of the rain. A flash of lightning hit in the direction of Faran’s Ridge.
    â€œI thought you said there wouldn’t be a thunderstorm tonight,” I accused, but the mountain didn’t answer.
    The lightning meant there would be no time to get help. I didn’t doubt the hob could make it to Faran’s Ridge to confront the bloodmage, but it would take us mere humans a full day to get there.
    Duck and I continued toward the village at a slow walk.
    I didn’t doubt that the bloodmage would reach Fallbrook. I knew it. If I let go of the staff I held, I would see it, too. The vision hovered just behind my eyes. I gripped the staff tighter and tried not to think.

    I WALKED BESIDE D UCK ALL THE WAY TO THE INN . There were a few people out in the rain. The smith’s wife gathered her children together and hustled them into the smithy. I guess I must have looked pretty battered.
    Duck picked up his pace for a few steps when he saw the inn, but he soon slowed again. He waited patiently as I stripped him of his tack and wiped him off with a knobby towel. I put him in his stall and measured him a bit of grain. His chest was wet with sweat and rain, but cool from the long walk. I wouldn’t have to worry about giving him too much water.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Kith’s voice didn’t surprise me, even though I hadn’t heard him come in.
    I hooked the stall door and turned around. In the silence between us I played out what would happen if I told him.
    He would tell the villagers that it was between him and the bloodmage. They would let him surrender himself. His father was too ill to protest; Merewich could not risk losing what control he had of the village; Koret would see it as Kith’s choice.
    If the village gave Kith to the bloodmage, the mage wouldn’t harm the village. He would stay here; there was no other place for him to go. Me, he would kill, but he might be persuaded not to kill Kith because all of the reasons to kill him were gone. Though from what I knew and what Kith had said about him, that was not likely. Then what?
    If the earth spirit had not believed me when I told him we were not allied with the bloodmages, he would have destroyed Fallbrook’s food supply. What would he do when he discovered a bloodmage living here?
    I had the means to defeat the mage. I had known it all along—I’m sure the hob did, too. But I wouldn’t have done it for revenge or to save Kith’s life. But for the village, I would do what I wouldn’t for the man who was as close to me as my brother. In order to accomplish it, I’d need to confront the bloodmage alone. I looked into Kith’s eyes and knew he wouldn’t let me do that. So I lied.
    â€œNothing.” No, that wouldn’t do. It had to be obvious from Duck’s condition that something had happened. So I added, “Pox-eaten hob. Went off to get himself killed.” The tears in my voice were real.
    Kith’s body tightened with…eagerness, I thought. “Where?”
    I widened my eyes at him. “What, and get you killed, too? Besides, he’s right; it’s his business.” His chance to drive away the demons that rode him at night. I wish I thought he’d banish them. I knew something of what the hob could do, and what he could not. Three berserkers and a bloodmage, off the mountain, were too much even for him.
    â€œI see,” said Kith, relaxing a little.
    If I closed my eyes, I knew I would see , too. So I reached over and grabbed the cedar staff I’d laid against the stable wall. Time enough for visions when I was alone.
    Focusing on Kith had helped. I wiped the tears from my eyes, so I could see him. Before I brought my arm down, Kith caught me in an awkward hug that was over almost before it had begun.
    It must have embarrassed him as much as it startled me, for he turned and took a few brisk steps toward the entrance. He stopped, then turned on his heel to face me. “Aren, I could love you no more dearly had you been my own sister.”
    â€œI love you, too, Kith,” I replied, wondering why he’d chosen this moment