Dragonsinger (27 page)

‘Yes, you could and you will, apprentice harper! And that’s the end of the matter.
I
’
ve
struck the bargain.’ He pumped her hand in the traditional courtesy.

‘Ah, Tanner Ligand,’ Sebell stepped up, leaning on the counter and beckoning the tanner to bend close to him. ‘While I didn’t see much of the affair …’ Sebell began to rub his forefinger on one side of his nose, ‘it’s not exactly the sort of incident …’

‘I take your meaning, Harper Sebell,’ the tanner replied, nodding his head in acceptance of the adroit suggestion. His grin was rueful. ‘Not that the truth doesn’t make fine telling. Still, those fire lizards of yours are young, aren’t they, girl, excitable like, not used to a gather, I expect … Oh, I’ll say what’s proper. Don’t you worry, harpers.’ He patted Menolly’s hand, still outstretched with the marker. ‘Now cheer up, you’ve a face like a wet Turn. You’ve done more good than harm this gather day. And when you’ve the need for slippers to match the belt, just you send me the work. I won’t do you in the mark,’ and he flashed a look at the skeptical Piemur. ‘Not that I don’t like a good tight bargain now and then …’

Piemur made a gargling sound in his throat and would have disputed the statement.

‘Let’s clean you up, Piemur, as Master Robinton
suggested
,’ said Sebell, warning the boy by the tilt of his head to be silent.

‘I’ve a water-carrier at the back of the stall you’re welcome to use,’ said Ligand. ‘And here’s a cleaner cloth than the one Menolly has!’ He held out a white square to her and dismissed her profuse thanks with a smile and a wave to be off.

No sooner had Sebell and Menolly pulled Piemur to the back of the tanner’s stall than people began to step up to his counter.

‘Hah!’ said Piemur, looking over his shoulder. ‘He’s sly, that Ligand,
giving
you the belt. He’ll get three times as much business because you—’

‘Close your mouth,’ suggested Sebell, as he rubbed firmly at the bloody streaks on Piemur’s face. ‘Hold him, Menolly.’

‘Hey … I …’ but Piemur’s complaints were effectively muffled by the damp cloth Sebell used in earnest.

‘The less mentioned about this matter, Piemur, the better. And what I said to Ligand holds for you as well. Here and in the Hall. There’ll be enough rumour and wrangle without you adding your bits.’

‘Do you think … mumble … mumble … I’d do anything … leave me alone … to hurt Menolly?’

Sebell suspended the cleaning operation and regarded the boy’s flashing eyes and the indignant set of his jaw. ‘No, I guess you wouldn’t. If only not to lose your chance at feeding the fire lizards …’

‘Now, that’s not fair …’

‘Sebell, what am I going to do about them?’ Menolly asked, finally getting out the fears she’d been suppressing.

‘They were only protecting …’ Piemur began, but Sebell silenced him with a hand over his mouth and a stern look.

‘Today they apparently had cause, as Piemur said. The other evening they reacted to what was going on at Benden Weyr with F’nor and Canth, through Brekke’s fire lizard. Again, cause.’ Sebell glanced back towards the tanner’s stall and noticed that some of the throng were surreptitiously regarding the three harpers. He motioned to Menolly and Piemur to walk out of sight, down behind the stalls, away from the curious. ‘All of this,’ and Sebell’s hand took in the towering face of the Hold cliff behind them, the Harper Hall across the paved square now lined with stalls, ‘is as new to you as to them. Enough to cause alarm and apprehension. They’re young and so are you, for all you’ve managed to accomplish. It’s again a question of discipline,’ he said, but his smile was reassuring.

‘I had no discipline this afternoon,’ she said, repenting of her attack on Pona. She might well have jeopardized everything, crying insult from Pona.

‘What d’you mean? You had a fantastic right punch!’ cried Piemur, demonstrating with a grunt. ‘And you’d every right to cry insult on Pona, after all she’s done to you …’ Piemur hastily covered his mouth, his eyes widening as he realized he was being indiscreet.

‘You cried insult on Pona?’ asked Sebell, frowning in surprise. ‘I thought that Silvina and I told you to leave the matter.’

‘She called me a thief. She tried to get Benis to take my two-marker from me.’

‘The two-marker that Master Robinton himself had given Menolly to buy that belt,’ said Piemur, staunchly confirming the affair.

‘If Pona has added insult to the injury she’s already tried to do you,’ said Sebell slowly, ‘then, of course, you had to take action, Menolly.’ He smiled slightly,
his
eyes still considering her face. ‘In fact, it’s good to know that you will take action on your own behalf. But, the fire lizards’ part …’

‘I didn’t call them, Sebell. But, when Benis tripped Piemur and then kicked him, I was scared. He just lay there …’

‘Sure, smartest thing to do in a kicking fight,’ Piemur replied, unperturbed.

‘I cannot, however, condone apprentices fighting with each other or with holders … especially holders of any rank …’

‘Benis is the biggest bully in the Hold, Sebell, and you know we’ve all had trouble with him.’

‘Enough, youngster,’ said Sebell more sharply than Menolly had yet heard him speak. As quiet and self-effacing as the journeyman usually was, when he spoke in that authoritative tone of voice, it would take a stalwart person to disobey him. ‘That was not, however, what I meant by discipline, Menolly. I meant the ability to stick with a project, like that song you wrote yesterday … Was it really only yesterday?’ he added. He smiled tenderly down at Kimi who was now asleep in a ball, snuggled between his body and elbow.

‘You wrote a
new
song?’ Piemur brightened. ‘You didn’t tell me. When’ll we get to hear it?’

‘When will you get to hear it?’ Menolly heard her voice cracking on the last few words.

‘What’s the matter, Menolly?’ Sebell took her arm and gave her a little shake but she could only stare at them.

‘It’s just that … it’s so different …’ She stammered unable to express the upheaval in her mind, the reversal of all that she had been expected to do. ‘D’you know … d’you know what used to happen to me when I wrote a song?’ She tried to stop the words that were threatening to burst from her, but she
couldn
’t, not with Piemur’s face contorted with distress for her. And Sebell quietly encouraging her to speak with the sympathy so plain on his face. ‘I used to get
beaten
by my father for tuning, for twiddles as he called them. When I cut my hand …’ she held it up, looking at the red scar and then turning it to them, ‘… gutting pack-tails, they let it heal all wrong so I wouldn’t be able to play. They wouldn’t even allow me to sing in the Hall, for fear Harper Elgion would figure out that it was me who’d taught the children after Petiron died. They were
ashamed
of me! They were afraid I’d disgrace them. That’s why I ran away. I’d rather have died of Threadscore than live in Half-Circle another night …’

Tears of bitter and keenly felt injustice streamed down Menolly’s cheeks. She was aware of Piemur urgently begging her not to cry, that it was all right, she was safe now, and he loved every one of her songs, even the ones he hadn’t heard. And he’d tell her father a thing or two if he ever met him. She was conscious that Sebell had put his right arm about her shoulders and was stroking her with awkward consolation. But it was Beauty’s anxious chirping in her ear that reminded her that she’d better get her emotions under control. Master Robinton and Lord Groghe wouldn’t be pleased by a second alarm incited by her lack of self-discipline. Particularly if it dragged them away from good Benden wine.

She dashed the tears from her eyes, and gulping down one last sob, looked defiantly into the startled faces of Sebell and Piemur.

‘And I wanted you to teach me how to gut fish!’ Sebell let out a long sigh. ‘I wondered why you were so hesitant. I’ll find someone else, now I understand why you hate it.’

‘Oh, I
want
to teach you, Sebell. I want to do
everything
I can, if it’s gutting fish or teaching you to sail. I may be only a girl, but I’m going to be the best harper in the entire Hall …’

‘Easy, Menolly,’ said Sebell, laughing at her excess. ‘I believe you.’

‘I do, too!’ said Piemur in a low, intense tone of reassurance. ‘I never knew you’d had
that
kind of Hold life. Didn’t anyone
ever
listen to your songs?’

‘Petiron did, but after he died …’

‘I can see now why it’s been so hard for you, Menolly, to appreciate how important your songs are. After what you’ve been through,’ and Sebell gently squeezed her left hand, ‘it would be hard to believe in yourself. Promise me, Menolly, to believe from now on? Your songs are very important to the Harper, to the Hall and to me. Master Domick’s music
is
brilliant, but yours appeals to everyone, holder and crafter, landsman and seaman. Your songs deal with subjects, like the fire lizard and Brekke’s call to F’nor and Canth, that will help change the sort of set attitudes that nearly killed you in your home hold.

‘There’s something wrong in not appreciating one’s own special abilities, my girl. Find your own limitations, yes, but don’t limit
yourself
with false modesty.’

‘That’s what I’ve always liked about Menolly: she’s got her head on right,’ said Piemur with all the sententiousness of an ancient uncle.

Menolly looked at her friend and then began to laugh, as much at Piemur as at herself. Her outburst had at long last lifted a weight of intolerable depression. She straightened her shoulders and smiled at her friends, flinging out her arms to signal her release.

They all heard the happy warbling of the fire lizards. Beauty crooned with pleasure, rubbing her head
against
Menolly’s cheek, and Kimi gave a drowsy chirp that made the trio of harpers laugh.

‘You are feeling better now, aren’t you, Menolly?’ said Piemur. ‘So we’d better follow orders, because it doesn’t do to keep a Lord Holder waiting, much less Master Robinton. You’ve got your belt and I’m washed up, so we’d better get to the wineman’s stall.’

Menolly hesitated just a moment.

‘Well?’ asked Sebell, raising his eyebrows to encourage her to answer.

‘What if he finds out I’m the one who hit Benis?’

‘Not from Benis he won’t,’ replied Piemur with a snort. ‘Besides, he’s got fifteen sons. And only one fire lizard. He wants to talk to
you
about her. Not even the Masterharper knows as much about fire lizards as you do. Come
on
!’

CHAPTER TEN

Then my feet took off and my legs went, too
,

And my body was obliged to follow
.

Me with my hands and my mouth full of cress

And my throat too dry to swallow
.

Menolly’s ‘Running Song’

TO MENOLLY’S INTENSE
relief, all Lord Groghe did want to talk about was the fire lizards – his in particular and in general. The four of them, Robinton, Sebell, Lord Groghe and herself, sat at a table apart from the others, on one side of the square, each of them with a fire lizard. Menolly was torn between amusement and awe that she, the newest of apprentices, should be in such exalted company. Lord Groghe, for all his clipped speech and an amazing range of descriptive grimaces, was very easy to talk to, once she got over her initial nervousness about the fracas with Benis. She heard, in detail, about the hatching of Merga, smiled when Lord Groghe guffawed reminiscently over his early anxieties about her.

‘Could’ve used someone with your knowledge, girl.’

‘You forget, sir, that my friends broke shell at about the same time Merga did. I wouldn’t have been much help to you then.’

‘You can be now, though. How do I go about teaching Merga to fetch and carry for me? Heard about your pipes.’

‘She’s just one. It took all nine of mine to bring me
the
pipes. They’re heavy.’ Menolly considered the problem, seeing the disappointment on Lord Groghe’s features. ‘For just Merga alone, it would have to be something light, like a message, and you’d have to
want
it very badly. It was … well, my feet still hurt and it was such a long walk to the cot …’

His eyes, which were a disconcertingly light brown, fixed on hers. ‘Got to want it badly, huh? Humph. Don’t know as I want anything
badly
!’ He gave a snort of laughter at her expression. ‘You want things
badly
when you’re young, girl. When you’re my age, you’ve learned how to
plan
.’ He winked at her. ‘Take the point, though, since Merga’s a bundle of emotion, aren’t you, pet?’ He stroked her head with a remarkably tender touch for a big, heavy-fingered man. ‘Emotion, that’s what they respond best to. Want’s sort of an emotion, isn’t it? If you want something bad enough … Humph.’ He laughed again, this time with an oblique look at the Harper. ‘Emotion, then, Harper, not knowledge, is what these little beasties communicate. Emotion, like Brekke’s fear t’other night. Hatching’s emotional, too. And today …’ he turned his light eyes back to Menolly.

‘Today … that was all my fault, sir,’ Menolly said, grabbing at a remark of Piemur’s for excuse. ‘My friend, Piemur, the little fellow,’ and Menolly measured Piemur’s height from the ground with her free hand, ‘stumbled in the crowd. I was afraid he’d be trampled …’

‘Was that what that was all about, Robinton?’ asked Lord Groghe. ‘You never did explain,’ but Lord Groghe seemed more interested in the lack of wine in his cup. Robinton politely topped the cup from the wineskin on the table.

‘It never occurred to me, Lord Groghe,’ said Menolly with genuine contrition, ‘that I’d be
alarming
you or the Masterharper or Sebell.’

‘The young of every kind tend to be easily alarmed,’ remarked the Harper, but Menolly could see the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement. ‘The problem will disappear with maturity.’

‘And increases now with so many fire lizards about her,’ added Lord Groghe with a grunt. ‘How much more d’you think they’ll grow, girl, if yours are the same age as Merga?’ He was frowning at Beauty and glancing back to Merga.