The Knight

“Let me ride with you for an hour, and talk to you while we ride, and I’ll go back to my father without any argument.”

“I can’t permit that, My Lady. You have to return to him now.”

“Half that.”

I shook my head.

“I have a fast horse, Sir Able. Suppose he falls and I’m hurt.”

I caught the wrist of the hand that held the strap.

“I’ll tell my father you laid hands on me!”

I nodded. “It’s the truth, My Lady. Why shouldn’t you say it?”

“Don’t you care for me at all?”

Mani intervened. “Let me judge. I like both of you. If you’ll promise to do what I decide, you won’t have to fight. Wouldn’t that be better?”

Idnn nodded. “You’re his cat, so that gives him the advantage. But I’ll agree to do whatever you say, even if I have to go back right now.”

“Master?”

“I shouldn’t. But all right.”

“Good.” Mani licked his lips. “Hear my judgment. You two have to stay together talking until you get to that big tree down there, the one that’s lost its top. Then Idnn has to ride straight back to her father, and she can’t say you touched her, or anything else to hurt you. Now you have to do it. You promised.”

I shrugged. “That ride will take half the morning, I’m afraid. But I gave my word, and I’ll keep it.”

“No longer than a dance,” Idnn declared, “but before we get there, the Mountain Men will attack. We’ll be taken prisoner, all three of us, and spend the next ten years huddled in a frozen dungeon. By the time we’re released I’ll be ugly and no one will want me, but Mani and I will make you marry me.”

I snorted.

“When we’re both old, bent, and gray and have thirty-three children, we’ll come riding down this road once more. When we reach that tree you’ll ride up into the air or down into the ground, and never be seen again.”

“Mee-yow!” said Mani.

“Oh, yes, I get to keep you.”

I said, “Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No. Not really. It’s just that I’ve gotten so used to making up stories like that to get my mind off things that I can’t help it. I’ve made up about a thousand, but Mani and my old nurse back home are the only ones who’ve heard any of them. And now you. Have you ever seen one of the Angrborn, Sir Able?”

Coming as it did, the question took me off guard. I scanned the glades to either side of the War Way, suddenly conscious that I should have been doing it—and had not been—ever since I had caught sight of Idnn.

“I don’t mean I see one, I never have. Have you?”

“Yes, My Lady. Not for long.”

“The Mountain Men were huge. That’s what Mani said. As big as you?”

“Much bigger than I am, My Lady.”

“And the Angrborn?”

“As large as I’d be to a little child.”

Idnn shuddered, and after that we rode on in silence. At last she said, “Do you remember what I told you when we met just now? I said I ought to be in back with the mules. You didn’t argue about it at all. Were you trying to be insulting, or did you really understand what I meant?”

“I believe I understood, My Lady.”

“But that doesn’t move you? Not at all?”

Feeling about as miserable as I had ever been in my life, I said nothing.

“Our supplies are on those mules. The food we eat every day, and the pavilions. But most of them are carrying gifts for King Gilling of Jotunland.”

“I know.”

“There’s a big helmet in there, one just like the one you’re wearing now. A helmet the size of a punch bowl, all brave with gold.” Mani said, “And silks and velvets. Jewels.”

Idnn nodded. “We’re trying to buy peace. Peace from King Gilling and his Angrborn. There’s a war in the east and the Osterlings are creeping into the south, as if the nomads weren’t bad enough. Do you know about that?”

I said, “Someone mentioned troubles in the south when I was at Sheerwall, My Lady. Sir Woddet, perhaps. I didn’t pay a lot of attention. I thought they couldn’t be serious, since the south had been pretty peaceful when I was there. I thought that if things were really bad to the east, we’d be sent there to fight.”

“If Marder’s knights were sent away, the whole of the north country would he open to King Gilling.” Bitterly she added, “We’d probably give it to him if he’d pledge to keep his people out of the rest of the king’s lands.”

“If he will not agree to peace, we should go into his lands and fight him and his people there.”

“Bravely spoken. They’re not supposed to have much to steal, though. Have you any idea how much one of those Frost Giants eats?”

“No, My Lady.”

“Neither do I. I only hope I don’t have to cook for mine.”

I did not know what to say to that.

“You’ve known all along. Isn’t that right?”

I shook my head. “Not all along, My Lady. Only since I learned that the Mountain Men, those big men the Angrborn call Mice, were really their children by our women. But—but ...”

“But you couldn’t imagine how such a thing could happen, like the mating of a knight’s charger with a child’s pony.”

“Yes, My Lady.”

“Nor can I. No, I can, it’s just that I can’t talk about what he’d do to her, and how she’d feel afterward.”