Patricia Briggs by The Hob's Bargain Page A

raider would ride out alone, at least I hoped not. Still, I stayed in the slight protection of the barn until Kith’s red hair came into sight around the bend in the road.
    He rode at a brisk trot, his back straight from years of military experience and Albrin’s teaching—I rode that way myself. Torch, his yellow dun, was hammerheaded and thin-necked, but his strong legs were straight and heavy-boned. There was a spring to his step that would never let him be ugly while he was moving. He was big for a riding horse, though still a couple of handspans shorter than Duck.
    There was no hesitation in Kith’s movement as he swung off Torch and turned to face me, but I thought I glimpsed uncertainty in his eyes before he hid it behind the wall that kept him separate from others.
    For an instant I saw a much younger Kith running at top speed with Quilliar tearing after him, wild glee lighting both of their faces. It hurt me afresh that the free-spirited boy I’d grown up with had turned into this reserved, dour stranger.
    I smiled politely at him, glad he hadn’t come the day before and caught me wallowing in self-pity or writhing madly under the effects of the sight . With the first humor I’d felt for a long time, I gave him the formality his demeanor asked for. “Greetings and well-seeming, Kith.”
    He gave me a suspicious glance, and I remembered his support when I stood before the elders. Softening my teasing with more warmth, I said, “What brings you here?”
    His jaw clenched, causing his pale skin to flush under his cheekbones. “Beresford valley is flooded.”
    All humor left me, and I stepped forward to grip his arm—I had friends and kin there, too. “I know, I saw .”
    Kith nodded, as though it was something he expected, but then Moresh’s bloodmage traveled with the army, so perhaps he was used to magic. “The harper rode up Wedding Pass yesterday; he says the whole valley is underwater. Nobody from Beresford has come this way, so we think they must have left for Auberg when they realized that the water was going to cover the village.” He looked at me, and I shook my head. I hadn’t seen the Beresforders, hadn’t tried to see them.
    He continued after a brief hesitation. “Wandel and I are going on the old trail over Hob’s Mountain to see if any villagers made it out.”
    I kept my hand on his arm, knowing there must have been a reason he’d come to see me before they went.
    â€œAren?” He looked away from my gaze. “Would you see if you can tell what happened to Danci? If she’s all right?”
    â€œDanci?” I repeated. She was a widow living in Beresford who had begun a campaign of courting Kith that must have been rather more successful than anyone had suspected, if it had caused Kith to come to me.
    â€œDo you know what happened to her?” he asked. “If she’s not in Auberg, I’d like to have some idea of where she’s gone.”
    I gave him a wry smile. “I can try, but you saw what happened when I tried to see Cantier’s scar—all I got was faces of dead men, most of whom I didn’t even know. I’ve been having visions like mad ever since Silvertooth fell, but I don’t have any control over them.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember? You grabbed Cantier and told him his dog had done it when it was hurt and afraid.” He gave me a small smile. “Then you patted him on the cheek and said something to the effect that people and dogs had a lot in common. You were pretty frightening, Pest. If it hadn’t been for the priest…It was a good day for you when Old Gifford died and Tolleck came to the village.”
    I nodded. “I remember the priest. Well enough. If I can find her for you, I will. Come into the house so I can sit down.”
    I did not want to do this. No visions all day—well, only that little one