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Chapter Six
NOLA SPENT THE evening serving customers and smiling at customers and making sure customers didnt sneak away without paying. It seemed to drag on forever.
There was no longer any way for Nola to magically spy on che man who grew blackberries in Low Beck. Either he would come after her or not - and she would have no warning.
But in any case, that now seemed to have been worrying for the sake of worrying. A far greater problem was that the bespelled bucket of water would be discovered. And if she feared that a man would track her down a day-and-a-halfs journey away to denounce her as a witch because she had hurt his pride and caused him to drop and break a jug, how relentless would the pursuit be if someone discovered a spell she had left in progress?
Keep moving, the most cautious part of her urged. This town is too close by.
But then she argued with herself, Its not. You worry too much, and youll yet be the death of both Mother and yourself by this constant fleeing.
Everything hinged on whether the bucket had been discovered or not.
Of course, there was one easy way to find out, for she had hairs from the silversmiths house. One was gray and might belong to Innis himself, or it might be from someone who had simply been in the shop, for she had found it on one of the pieces of velvet Innis used to display his finer wares. Then there were three long golden strands that were obviously Brinnas. And five light brown ones that could belong co either Kirwyn or Alan. Or rather, in all probability three of them were Kirwyns because she had gotten them from his room when she had cleaned in there the first night; and the fourth was probably Alans, for she had found that when she had - for that specific reason - offered to make up his bed in the cubbyhole by the stairs; and the last she had gotten off the kitchen floor, so that it could easily belong to either man. But all five were similar in color and length, and she had made no attempt when gathering them to keep track of which was which.
So, she decided, she would start with Brinna. For of them all Brinna was the one most likely to find reason to go down to the root cellar, where she might happen upon the bucket with the spell still going on inside it.
When she and her mother were at last in the privacy of the larder room where Edris had said they could set up beds, Nola cleared a space on one of the shelves so that she could place the washbasin there.
"Oh, no, not again," Nolas mother moaned when Nola poured out a pitcherful of water. "Leave be, Nola. Half the time its precisely because youre so fretful things will go awry that you specifically cause things to go awry. "
It didnt help Nolas mood that Nola suspected she might be right.
Nevertheless, Nola put her hands over the basin and said the magic words. Then she took a strand of Brinnas hair and dropped it into the water.
The shadowforms began to dance.
Brinna was in the kitchen, the days pots and crocks and dishes cleaned and stacked neatly on the counter. Her blond hair was tied up, but with long strands hanging loose as she scrubbed vigorously at the floor. The bucket beside her was the bigger one she normally used, not the smaller one Nola had left in the root cellar.
Poor Brinna, Nola thought: still at work so late because there was no one to help her. There was a crock on the cable that Nola knew, from her short time in the household, contained dried beans. Apparently there would be beans to eat tomorrow, and after Brinna finished scrubbing the floor she would measure out and sort the beans so that they could soak overnight.
Nola was determined to prove her mother wrong: She was not overly fretful; she would pluck Brinnas hair out of the water, and she would resist looking again until tomorrow. But even as her fingers broke the surface of the water, she saw something in the quiet domestic scene that made her pause.
Over Brinnas shoulder, framed by che unshuttered window, a mans face appeared.
Nola lifted her fingers out of the basin, and the water settled.
Kirwyn, she realized. But what was Kirwyn doing, standing outside his own house, staring in the window as Brinna washed the floor?
Nola hesitated, and in the bucket Brinna gave a sigh of weariness and reached to tub the small of her back. And Kirwyn absolutely proved he had no honest business being where he was: Seeing Brinna start to move, he ducked down below the sill of the window to avoid being seen.
Hes spying on her, Nola thought. Of course, Nola was spying, too, but she knew why she was interested. What mischief was Kirwyn up to?
A moment later Brinna resumed scouring the floor. Sure enough, as Nola watched, Kirwyn peeked in again, warily, as though ready to dive for cover.
Nola became aware, in the world beyond the basin of bespelled water, that her mother was standing next to her, also watching what was happening.
"Whats he doing?" Nola asked.
As though there could be no other answer, her mother said, "Hoping shell get hot enough to loosen her bodice. " Seeing Nolas look of startled distaste, she laughed and said, "Come to bed before you see something you really dont want to see. "
No, Nola thought. That isnt it. Or, at least, that wasnt all of it. She doubted Kirwyn would mind if Brinna cook off her top, but his look held more than the hope of catching a glimpse of a woman undressed. He HATES her, Nola thought. He admires her beauty, but. . . She shuddered at the hard look on Kirwyns face.
To prove to her mother that she could do it, Nola plucked the hair out of the water; and when the ripples settled all she could see was the bottom of the basin.
Her mother sat on the edge of the mattress she and Nola had just finished stuffing and began to unfasten her shoes, first one, then the ocher, and still Nola stood by the washbasin. It was the way her mother gave such a knowing sigh and shook her head that settled the matter for her. If her mother knew she wasnt strong enough to resist, why bother fighting?
Nola looked at the five brown hairs, three - if not four - of which were Kirwyns. She selected one and threw it into the basin. If it was Alans, so be it. Whatever came, she was determined this would be the last spell tonight. The water, already bespelled, shivered.
It was Kirwyns hair.
Kirwyn had left the kitchen window and was walking - in the dark - around the outside of the house. His steps were careful and precise, more so than he would need simply to avoid bumping into obstacles. He seemed to be trying to move without a sound. Dodging from shadow to shadow, he made his way toward the front of the house. He stopped once, crouched and silent, and waited while someone on the nearby street passed.
Well, at least he wasnt trying to sneak up on Brinna.
In fact, Nola saw he was heading toward the door that led into his fathers shop.
Kirwyn waited until the street was empty, then he knocked against the door.
No answer.
Kirwyn stepped to the side of the shop and rapped his knuckles against the closed shutter.
Inniss voice came, very faintly, through the wood of the wall and the water of the spell. "Shop is closed. Come back tomorrow. "
"This is important," Kirwyn hissed through the crack of the shutter. He went back to the door and knocked again.
The silversmith flung the door open. "What is it?" he said, and - before Kirwyn could answer - "You!" in a tone of surprise that indicated he hadnt recognized his sons voice through the urgent whispering at the shutter.
Light spilled onto the street. With one hand up to urge quiet, Kirwyn motioned with his other hand for his father to back into the shop. Innis, who had not seen Kirwyns stealthy movements nor how he had waited until the street was empty, stepped backward. Kirwyn followed and hastily closed the door behind him.
Doesnt he see? Nola wondered of lnnis. Cant he tell something is wrong?
In the room beyond the basin, Nola saw a movement out of the corner of her eye. Her mother reached forward, and Nola caught hold of her wrist before she could upset the basin.
Her mother began a high-pitched moan, though Nola knew she hadnt
been rough enough to cause her mother harm.
"Stop it," Nola begged urgently. She let go, and her mother cradled her arm, rocking back and forth. The whining moan became a strangled-sounding hum - a lullaby to calm the baby in her forefinger.
Nola looked away from her mother and back to the basin.
On the shelf behind the silversmiths workbench were several silver cups, ornaments, a knife handle, buckles. The back door leading to the silversmiths bedroom was open. On one of the tables was a small but high-edged wooden tray on which were other silver items. By chance or design, Kirwyn had caught lnnis in the process of putting valuables away for the night, locking them in the more secure inner room.
"What is it, Kirwyn?" lnnis demanded.
"I found myself locked out," Kirwyn said, "and Brinna and Alan already to bed. I didnt want to disturb them. "
"So you disturb me, instead?" lnnis turned away in disgust and picked up the tray he had obviously set down to answer the summons at the door. Over his shoulder he added, "And if the servants are abed at this hour, they obviously are not kept busy enough. "
Instead of following his father into the inner room, Kirwyn went to the largest of the silversmiths several anvils. His hand hovered over the tools beside it, then he selected a hammer, the biggest of them, a tool apparently meant for the earliest, roughest work.
Nolas mother, standing the length of the room away from Nola and the basin, became more frantic in her humming.
Turn around! Nola mentally warned the silversmith. But, of course, nothing she did on this side of the water could affect the scene she viewed. Nola wished she had let her mother tip out the water. She wanted to tip out the water, but in her horror she couldnt move. She didnt want to see what was coming, what she knew was coming. Turn around! Turn around!
Innis didnt turn around.
Kirwyn followed his father into the bedroom. There was a second door that led to the rest of the house, but this was closed. The silversmith had his back turned. He crouched down to lift a section of boards from the floor and removed a wooden chest from the cavity there and set it on the bed. He was fitting a key into the lock, obviously intent on putting his silver away securely for the night, too intent to notice that he was not alone.
Kirwyn raised his arm.
Perhaps his father saw the shadow fall across the box. Still crouched, he turned. "No!" he cried.
Kirwyn brought the hammer down on top of his fathers head.
The silversmith fell back against the bed, the heavy box crashing to the floor an instant after his body did.
The whole washbasin seemed to take on the color of the spilled blood. Nola imagined she could smell it. Her head swam and she put her arm out to keep from falling. The basin went off the back of the shelf and crashed to the floor, shattering, taking water, and hair, and murdered silversmith with it.
In the silence of the tavern room, Nola heard her mother murmur, "I cold her to leave it. I did tell her. "
Chapter Seven
NOLA COULD HEAR footsteps hurrying down the hall. "Dont say a word," she whispered urgently to her mother.
Her mother threw her arms up in exasperation. "Why should I say anything?" she asked. "Nobody ever listens anyway. "
There was a rapping at their door - uncommon courtesy to people in their situation - and Edris called out, "Is anything amiss in there?"
Nola opened the door. "Im so sorry," she told the tavern keeper, gesturing to indicate the broken washbasin. The spilled water looked, once more, like water, rather than blood. "I was trying to get everything settled just so, and I pushed the basin too far in and it just went over the back edge. "
Edris looked only mildly annoyed. "Ah, well," she said. "Accidents do happen. I hope youre better with trays of food and drink than you are with washbasins. "
"Ill be very careful," Nola assured her.
Edriss ancient father, Modig, was shuffling his way down the hall also, to see what the excitement was. "Crashes," he said, "Alarms in the night. We havent had such a commotion since that time that man tried to sneak the goat into his room. "
Edris ignored her father. "Its only. . . " She glanced to Nolas mother, who had sat back down on the bed, hugging herself and rocking.
She heard us arguing, Nola thought. Shes trying to decide if were likely the kind of people who throw things when we get angry with each other.
Modig finally made it to the doorway. "This," he said, "reminds me of the time - "
"Father!" Edris snapped. Looking straight at Nolas mother, she asked her, "Is everything all right?"
Nolas mother covered her mouth, one hand over the other, and said through the cracks between her fingers, "Im not allowed to say. "
"Shes joking," Nola said to Edriss aghast expression. "Mother likes to tease. "
Edris raised one eyebrow skeptically.
Nola sighed. "Actually, that isnt true. " She probably suspects I beat Mother regularly, Nola judged. She said, "What really happened is that my mother just gave me some bad news. Something she should have told me this morning, before we ever came to Saint Erim Turi. "
"Very bad news," Nolas mother echoed agreeably. "Death. " She nodded. Then she tightened her hands over her mouth as though the words werent already out.
"Yes," Nola said, before her mother decided to say anything worse. "Someone we know died. "
"Oh, Im so sorry. " Edris made the sign of the cross.
Her father did, coo. He said, "I knew a man once who died - "
Nola continued, interrupting, determined to convince Edris that she hadnt been throwing che rooms furnishings about. "I was so upset, I wasnt paying actencion, and thats when I accidentally set the basin too far back and it fell. Off the back. Behind the shelves. " She realized she was repeating herself. And showing a tendency to babble. But still, she moved to stand by the shelves - as though Edris couldnt find them on her own - and she indicated the basin behind the shelves and hoped Edris realized how unlikely a throw would have been needed to make the basin end up back there. "Right before that happened I was just telling my mother - not shouting, of course, but just maybe raising my voice, just to be heard across the length of the room - that now we would have to go back - "