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"She's gentle," said Sevri. "Have you had her long?"

"Not very. She is a good pony, though-seems to like .

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everyone. Only don't come near her with apples unless you want to lose a few."

Sevri laughed. "I'll bring her one. Is she greedy about other things?"



Paks shrugged. "She's a pony. I've never known a pony that wouldn't eat anything it could find, have you?"

"That's true." Sevri looked across Star's back at Paks. "Are you a fighter?"

Paks paused before answering. "It depends on what you mean by fighter. Your father seems to think a fighter is the same as a brawler, a troublemaker. That's not what I am. I was a mercenary, a soldier in the Duke's Company."

"But you can use that sword?"

"Oh, yes. I can use a sword. That's how I've earned my keep since I left home. But that doesn't mean I go picking fights everywhere."

"I see." Paks thought by the tone of Sevri's answer that she didn't see. She decided to change the subject.

"Sevri, I have a message for two people here: can you tell me where to find them?"

"Surely."

"One is a Master Oakhallow-" she stopped as Sevri gasped audibly.

"You-you know Master Oakhallow?"

"No, I don't know him; I've never been here before. But someone I met a few days ago gave me a message for him. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. He's the Kuakgan, that's all."

Paks felt a chill. "Kuakgan? I didn't know that."

Sevri nodded. "He's a good man, it's just-he's very powerful, Master Oakhallow. My father's told me about him; he helped in the troubles."

Paks said, "Well, I must speak to him, at least. Where is he?"

"In his grove, of course. I'll show you, when we're through. Which way did you come in?"

"From the southeast," Paks pointed.

"Well, then, you saw part of the grove on your right, as you came into town."

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"I remember. I was surprised to see uncleared forest so near the town."

"Don't go in except by the entrance," said Sevri. "It's dangerous. Now: who else was it you wanted to find?"

"There's a grange of Gird here, isn't there?" Sevri nodded. "I must speak to a-a Marshal, I think it was, by the name of Deordtya."

Sevri stared. "She isn't here any more. We have a new Marshal now, called Cedfer, and a Yeoman-marshal called Ambros. But what kind of message can you have for the Kuakgan and the Marshal?"

"I'm sorry, Sevri, but I must speak with them first."

"Oh. Of course, I shouldn't have asked."

"That's all right. Now, where can I put the packsaddle, and where's a safe place for these bundles?"

"Here-" Sevri ducked around Star and led Paks down the aisle. "Put your things here-and I'll be around watching, if you'll trust me. You can leave your bundles here, too."

Paks looked at the freckled face and wondered.

"They'll be safer here than in your room," said Sevri frankly. "The rooms have locks, but Father's (airly sure we have a thief staying with us. Nothing's happened yet, but-I can watch your things, out here. '

Paks sighed. "All right, Sevri. I'll be back when I've made my visits."

"Don't miss supper," said Sevri, grinning. "We have good food."

Paks smiled back at her. "I won't miss dinner, not after my journey." She left the stable and entered the inn. The landlord saw her at once and came forward.

"Sevri taking care of you?"

"Yes, sir. She's most helpful."

"Come this way-upstairs-to your room." He turned and led the way across the main room to a broad stone stair. Paks followed, glancing about. The main room evidently served as both tavern and dining room; it was furnished with tables and benches. Haifa dozen men were scattered about the tables drinking; two were men-at-arms in blue and rose livery, one was dressed all in black, with .

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a black cloak over trousers and tunic, two looked like merchants, in long gowns, and one was a huge burly fellow in a patched leather tunic over russet hose. Two women sat near the fireplace: the gray-haired one drew out yarn on a hand spindle, while the dark one marked something in a book. Paks went on up the stairs.

A landing at the top of the stairs opened onto a pa.s.sage on one side and a fair-sized room with pallets in it on me other. The landlord led the way down the pa.s.sage, past two doors on the left, and three on the right, to stop at the third on the left. He took a ring of keys from his belt and fitted one to the lock. The door swung open silently.

The room was compact but not cramped. A st.u.r.dy wooden bedstead with a thick straw pallet on it stood against the left-hand wall. Linen sheets were stretched over the pallet, and two thick wool blankets were folded at the foot. A three-legged stool stood at the foot of the bed, and a low chair (leather stretched on a wood frame) stood under the window. A row of pegs ran down both walls of the room, and a narrow clothespress stood beside the door. The walk were whitewashed, the wooden floor scrubbed, and the room smelled as clean as it looked. Paks looked out and saw the window overlooked the crossroads.

"Will this do?" asked the landlord.

"Oh, yes. It's very nice," said Paks.

"Good." He worked the key to the room off his ring and handed it to her. "Return this, please, before you leave. Is there anything more?" Paks shook her head, and be turned away. Paks shut the door, then took down her hair and combed it. If she was to see a Kuakgan and a Gird's Marshal, she would be neat, at least. She brushed her cloak as well as she could, rebraided her hair, and left the room, locking it carefully behind her.

Chapter Seven.

Paks left the inn, wis.h.i.+ng she didn't have to go. She felt eyes watching her from the inn's wide windows; her shoulders twitched. Evening light glowed in the changing foliage of the trees on her right; a few shrubs were already brilliant crimson. She saw two men-at-arms in the local livery coming toward her. They stared, and she returned the stare coolly, hand near the hilt of her sword. One opened his mouth, but his companion nudged him in the ribs and they pa.s.sed by in silence.

Ahead on the right she saw a break in the wall of trees and leaves. As she came closer, she saw that it was an arch of sorts: vines binding branches, with a narrow path winding away toward the wood. Paks paused before the opening. She could go in the morning, she thought, and started to turn away-tut there on the road were more men-at-arms, and these moved towards her. She stepped under the arch and went in.

She had taken only a few steps when she became aware of the silence. Voices from the road did not penetrate the grove. Her own breathing seemed loud. She slowed, and looked around. Trees, irregularly s.p.a.ced. More light than she would have expected under the trees, but-she looked 108.

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up-the leaves were worn and frayed with autumn. Golden light spilled through. The path, though narrow, was easy to see, picked out in rounded white stones that looked like river cobbles. She moved on, alert and watchful. Sevrienna had not had to warn her about Kuakkganni and their groves. Everything she had ever heard of them was danger.

A gust of wind stirred the dry leaves around her. As the rustling faded away, she heard somewhere ahead the gentle laughter of falling water. The path twisted once, then again. The trees framed more light: a glade, open to the sky. Almost in the center was a simple fountain, water welling up in a stone basin and trickling over the edge to fell into another, and then another. The last was a small pool from which Paks could see no outlet. Beside the fountain was a rough block of stone with a wide bronze basin on top. Paks moved towards it, eyes scanning the clearing. Now she could see a low gray house, close under the trees on the far side of the clearing; it looked almost like a fallen tree-trunk, it was so rough. Paks made out a door and windows, shuttered, but nothing else. The clearing was otherwise empty.

Still nervous, Paks neared the fountain. Its water was perfectly clear, a silken skin that rippled with every breath of air; the felling drops from one level to the next sparkled like jewels. Paks looked back to see if the sun was still that high. It had gone behind the trees but scattered rays, she a.s.sumed, lit the fountain. She tore her gaze from the water and approached the bronze basin on its pedestal of stone. An offering basin, she was sure: but what offerings were acceptable to Kuakkganni? Childhood memories of the dark tales her grandfather told clouded her mind. Blood, he'd said. Kuakkganni follow the oldest G.o.ds, and blood they demand.

"It is customary to place one's offering in the basin." The voice was deep and resonant, complex. Paks jerked her head up and found herself face to face with a tall, dark-faced man in a hooded robe of greens and browns. Her heart leaped against her ribs; she felt sweat spring out on her back. She had heard nothing.

"Sir, I-" she swallowed, as her voice foiled, and tried 110.

again. "Sir, I know not what offerings would be acceptable -to a Kuakgan."

The heavy brows arched. "Oh! And why would one with no knowledge of Kuakkganni come seeking one?"

Paks found it Bard to meet those dark eyes. 'Sir, I was told to."

"By whom?"

"By die elves, sir." Paks did not miss the sudden s.h.i.+ft of shoulders, the movement of brows and eyelids.

"Go on, then. What elves, and why?"

"Sir, die elves of the Ladysforest. Tlie one who sent me said that he was of the family of Sialinn."

"And his message?"

"That the etiane taig had woken again, the lost elf been freed."

"Ahh. That is news indeed. And did he chance on you, to be his messenger, or had he other reasons?"

"I had been there-" Paks began to s.h.i.+ver, remembering as if it were happening, the final conflict in the round chamber.

"Hmmm. So there is more reason than chance. Well, then, 111 have your name, wanderer, and you shall indeed ofler something to the peace of the grove which you My name is Paksenarrion Dorthansdotter-"

"From the northwest, by your patronymic. And for an offering, what have you?"

Paks pulled the little pouch out of her tunic. "Sir, as I said, I do not know what would please-but I have these-" She poured out on her palm the largest jewels from the treasure."

"Any would be acceptable," said the Kuakgan. "Place your ottering in the basin." Paks wondered why he did not simply take one, but chose a green stone from them and set it carefiilly at the base of the bowl. The others she returned to the pouch.

"And 1," said the Kuakgan as if continuing a sentence, "am Master Oakhallow. As you knew, a Kuakgan. But I think you must have strange ideas, child, of what Kuakkganni are-what, then?"

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To her surprise, Paks found herself telling her grandfather's lore. "And he said, sir, that-that Kuakkganni ate babies-sir-at the dark of midwinter."

"Babies!" The Kaukgan sounded more amused than angry. "That old tale still! No, child, we don't eat babies. We aon't even kill babies. In feet, if you use that sword you're wearing for anything but decoration, I daresay you've spilled more blood than I have."

Paks stared at him. Despite the undertone of amus.e.m.e.nt, he still radiated power. She wondered if he could tell what she was thinking. Macenion had said that wizards could-were Kuakkganni the same?

"Are you a warrior?" he pursued.

"Yes, sir."

"Hmm. And involved somehow in the wakening of the eUane taig. Well, then, tell this tale: where are you from that you came to that dread valley, and what happened?"

Paks looked again at his face, trying to gauge nis mood. It was impossible. His dark eyes seemed to compel her to go on. She began, haltingly enough, to explain that she had left a mercenary company in Aarenis to return to the north. When she came to tell of her companion, the Kuakgan stopped her abruptly.

"Who did you say? Macenion? He said he was an elf?"

"Yes, sir." Paks wondered at his expression. "Later he said He was but half-elven-"

"Half-elf! Hmmph! No wonder the elves sent you here." He motioned for ner to continue. She went on to tell of the early part of their journey, at first slowly, but warming up to it when describing Macenion's behavior among the wardstones. Her resentment flared again: he had lied to her, he had pretended to knowledge he didn't have, he might have gone on and left her. . . . She stopped abruptly, at the look on the Kuakgan's face. Suddenly that quarrel seemed silly, like the attempt of a half-drunken private to explain to Stammel that a drinking companion was really to blame. She rushed on, skimping on the other adventures. This was no time to bring up the snowcat Then she came to Macenion's decision to enter the valley of the ettane taig.

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"He said whatever was there wouldn't hurt me, because I was human, and the power was elvish. He said that the elves had tried to keep him away out of jealousy, but he knew he could control whatever evil was there, and regain his inheritance."

"And what did you think, human warrior?" Paks could not tell if the deep voice was scornful or merely interested. She felt the same confusion at his questions as at the elves' persistent interrogation. Why would anyone expect her to have an opinion about something like the eliane taig? She explained about the dreams, and Macenion s confidence in his own wizardry.

"Did you trust him?" asked the Kuakgan, in the same Paks remembered too well the sinking feeling she'd had as they entered the outer wards. But he had died well. "Yes," she said slowly. "He could be good with a sword. And he could make light, and winds.h.i.+ft, and that."

The Kuakgan looked at her closely. "Don't lie to me, child. Did you truly trust him, as you would have trusted a member of your old company?"

"No, sir." Paks stared down at the gra.s.s blades between her feet.

"And yet you went with him: knowing that danger, and powers a human should not fece, lay below?"

"Not faiotwEng, sir. I felt clanger, and was worried, but I didn't know what we faced. And we had traveled together for weeks. Besides, he knew more than I-"

The Kuakgan frowned. "You said that before. You seem to be convinced of it. And you followed this so-called half-etf, whom you did not trust, into unknown dangers. Followed him, it seems, even to the depths of that ruin?"

"Yes, sir." She went on with her story, not quite sure bow much detail to put in. When she came to her first sight of the old elf-lord, she stopped short, trembling and sweating. She could scarcely get her breath, and her vision blurred.

"No," came a firm voice, like a command, and a sharp scent tickled her nose. She took a long breath, and saw the Kuakgan's brown hand beneath her fece, the tough fingers .

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