The Hob's Bargain

for his revelation.
    He nodded his head as if we’d been discussing the weather, and continued out the door.
    As soon as he was gone, I sat outside Duck’s stall and relaxed my mental hold on the cedar, though I left my hand on it. It hadn’t helped the last time, when the sight was strong, but it couldn’t hurt. The vision swept in like an unwelcome guest left knocking at the door too long.
    The bloodmage rode into Fallbrook alone. The streets were deserted. The only sound was the breeze whispering past the chimes that hung from several doorways.
    There was a tear in the mage’s cloak that widened and narrowed with the rhythm of his horse’s gait. The horse walked slowly. It looked as if it were held up only by the reins that the mage held in his left hand. His right hand held a handful of small wooden beads strung on a minuscule black chain.
    It ended there, by no effort of my own. I was glad it had. I knew enough. He would ride into town in the late morning from the east. He must be coming over Fell Bridge. I didn’t know why the streets were empty, but I knew why there was a howl of grief locked in my chest. The chain he’d held was the same one Caefawn wore in his ear. It was black with dried blood, hob’s blood.
    There in the shadows of the stable, I snarled with rage. I held that rage to my heart with all my will, for behind the anger were sorrow and fear. If I wasn’t successful, the village would die.
    I had the evening and night to gather my forces. I used the cedar staff and levered myself to my feet. Time enough for grief when it was over. For now I harnessed my rage. At the very least the bloodmage would know that he had been opposed. I owed that to Kith. To Caefawn.

ELEVEN
    I led Torch from his stall. Duck had given all he had, and Torch was the only other horse I trusted not to run when the spirits came. He’d been trained as a warhorse for Kith, so he’d stand for things any sane horse would run from. It also meant he’d be testy with anyone but Kith on him. I was hoping he’d remember me from when I’d helped train him.
    I talked to him while I put Kith’s saddle on his back and tightened the cinch. “It’s partly for him, you know. If someone doesn’t step in, he’ll die. So you’re going to have to bear with me, just for tonight. Quiet, now, I don’t want him back here. I don’t want him to know what I’m up to, or he’ll fight for the wrong side.”
    I adjusted the stirrups, untying the laces, pulling the leather shorter, then retying the laces with the speed of long practice. There was an old waterproof cloak hanging at the back door of the stables. The deerhide it was made from was still soft and pliable despite its obvious age.
    Leading Torch, I walked out to the small run behind the barn. The field wasn’t much, just enough to let a horse stretch his legs a bit. It was surrounded on four sides by buildings, but there was a narrow alleyway between it and the fourth building. While I’d been in the stable, the rain had turned into a downpour.
    Wandel’s mare was turned out. She raised her head briefly, but when she saw it was only us, she dropped her muzzle to nibble at the overgrazed stubble covering the ground.
    Torch stiffened and blew air when I mounted.
    â€œCome on, Torchy. You know me. I’m not stealing you, just borrowing you for a bit.” I kept my body loose and my voice soft. If I got nervous now, he’d fight. I was counting on some very old memories to get us through this.
    His dark-tipped ears flattened and released, signaling his uncertainty. He stomped a front foot impatiently, then lifted both off the ground briefly. On Faran’s Ridge lightning struck again; I tried not to pay attention.
    I asked Torch to move forward. He hesitated before crossing the field in a stiff-backed walk. I set him through his paces: slow walk; speed it up; shift his front quarters to one side or the other; then turn attention to his hind legs. We sidepassed left, then right. By the time we’d worked into a canter, he’d decided I belonged on his back. I collected him and stopped him at the corner where the stable met the inn. By taking the diagonal across the field, I could work up enough speed for him to jump the fence.
    I set him at it. We’d take the fence at the opposite corner. It would make the obstacle he had to jump wider, but it would give him half a