The Knight

When I finally got to sleep, it was the same thing it had been the night before. I was somebody, then somebody different, and then somebody new. Sometime I was back with you and Geri, only all of us were older. To tell the truth, I was glad when Uri woke me up. I knew I should be mad, but I could not hack it. She said, “You spoke while you slept, Lord. I thought this best.”

I told her yes, I had been a little girl that they were going to operate on, only I knew the anesthetic would not work on me and I would feel everything. “Okay, what is it?”

Baki bowed. “We have done as you bid us, Lord.”

Uri nodded. “I have found your servant Svon, and Baki your servant Pouk.” I said that was swell, and I would go in the morning.

“To your servant Svon, Lord? Or to your servant Pouk?”

“They’re separated?”

“Even so.” Baki pointed. “Your servant Pouk is two days’ ride north along the road we followed until you went alone into this forest, Lord.”

I knew I was going to have to leave the pool—I had known that all along—but I did not like it. “Where’s Org?” I asked.

Uri said, “Your servant Org is with Svon, Lord.”

“I see. Master Agr gave me a charger, a chestnut stallion called Magneis. Where is he?”

Baki said, “I know him well, Lord. He is with your servant Pouk, Lord. All the horses are.”

“Then I had better go to Pouk first. Which way to the road? Will I find him if I follow it north?”

“I cannot say, Lord. He will travel the faster, I believe. But no doubt he will halt when he reaches the mountains.”

“He’ll halt a lot sooner than that,” I said, “if you tell him to. Find him again, and tell him I said for him to turn back south.”

Both shook their heads. “He will not believe us,” Uri declared. “He has not seen us, and will in no way trust us.”

Baki said, “He will chant spells against us that may well destroy us, Lord. Will you send us to our deaths?”

I laughed. “Are you telling me that Pouk—Pouk, of all people—knows spells that will work against you Aelf?”

Uri looked around to make certain no one was listening, and spoke in a guilty whisper. “He is ignorant, Lord, and ignorant people are dangerous. They credit their spells.”

Baki added, “He is of the old gods, Lord, even as you. His kind has not forgotten.”

“You’ve got to obey us.” It was a new thought for me.

“Yes, Lord. Even if we have fed you, we must. As you obey the Overcyns, Lord.”

That was a barbed remark if there ever was one. We obeyed the Overcyns, mostly, only when we were afraid we could not get away with not obeying. I had been here long enough to see quite a lot of that.

The upshot was that I told them to go south and stay in Mythgarthr with Svon and Org while Gylf and I went after Pouk and the horses. Then I went back to sleep and slept like a baby.

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While we were tramping through the woods next morning, Gylf wanted to know how it was that Pouk got all the horses.

“He and Svon fought,” I said, “and Pouk won. He let Svon keep his money and his weapons, but he took the horses, Svon’s included, and the camping gear.”

“No sword.”

I shook my head. “Right, Pouk doesn’t have one. But there’s a woman with him, that’s what Uri and Baki said, and she’s got a sword. She had the point at Svon’s neck after Pouk knocked him down. That’s what they said.”

I stopped for a minute to think about that, and then I said, “I believe she must be the woman who had the mule that Org ate.”

Gylf grunted. “Why’s she here?”

“Uri and Baki didn’t know. Or if they did, they weren’t telling.” Gylf did not ask about the things I had seen when I had looked into the pool. I do not believe he had seen them, and I had not told him about them. I asked Uri and Baki though, and they had admitted the dark thing I had seen was Setr, calling him Garsecg to make him sound less threatening. He was a new god, they said, and they had to obey.

We reached the War Way a little after noon, and walked up it all afternoon without seeing anybody, and camped beside it that night.

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About the time sunrise should have come, it started to rain, and the rain woke me up fast. I was cold—it was the first time I had been cold in quite a while—and wet and shaking. And hungry, with nothing to eat and Gylf gone. I piled sticks on our fire and cussed the smoke, and tried to get as warm and dry as I could for quite a while.

Finally it got lighter. I put out the fire and went off down the road in the rain, knowing Gylf would catch up.

Which he did after two or three hours. But the weather got worse and worse. It rained all the time, sometimes a little and sometimes a lot. The rain washed away the smells of the animals, so Gylf could not catch anything. After days of that, I stopped being hungry and started getting weak, and I knew we had to hold up and hunt—and get something, too, or we would die.