Authors: Dave Duncan
The next step was deeper than he had expected. Furthermore, the water was warm, when he had expected coldness. That surprised him so much that he almost toppled in bodily. Steadying himself with a hand on the wall again, he rested his weight on the slimy slab and waited until the widening ripples died away. Warm water explained the mist, on a cold morning.
The surface cleared very slowly, surprisingly slowly. Gradually the reflections steadied-the moon, the clouds, the mists. Trees. His own face. All dark and indistinct.
Except that the moon was now full.
No, it was a pale image of the sun. All the random shapes of mist and scum and shadows and reflections had subtly reformed into a meaningful pattern-an indistinct, alien landscape. He was seeing a daylight view darkened as by smoky glass. First, he made out a distant castle, on a peak. Then he picked out the summer cloud behind it, dimmed to patches of pale gray. The stretch of water in the foreground must be the sea, for waves were running onto a beach. So that angular rock was an island, and now he saw that there was a town on the slope below the towers.
Where was this? What use was a prophecy that he couldn't identify? Just as he was about to call out to ask the others if they knew the place, he realized that what he had thought to be his own reflection was someone else. He was staring into the puzzled eyes of a boy, a young jotunn in the shabby work clothes of a fisherman or farmhand. He was standing in the foreground with his hands in his pockets.
Startled, Shandie moved. Ripples flowed out from his shin; the image was gone. Tight with excitement, he waited for it to re-form. This time the water stilled more quickly, but the moon was again at the quarter and there was no castle, no boy. The magic show was over.
He retrieved his right foot, removed the other sandal, and tried with his left foot. The water seemed much colder and the ripples faded swiftly; he was going to be shown nothing more. One prophecy to a customer.
Carrying his sandals, he walked up the stair, feeling exceedingly frustrated. Perhaps the poor old thing had tried its best for him, but its best had been unsatisfying. His journey had been wasted. At the same time, he felt uneasy at the spookiness of sorcery. He was much more familiar with the occult than most mundanes. As a child, he had once watched the wardens all materialize in Emine's Rotunda, and that same evening he had seen a sorcerer vanish in a pillar of fire. He had sat in the visitors' gallery when Witch Grunth appeared in the Senate chamber to receive the address of welcome upon her accession. Olybino had been a frequent visitor during his military days. But he was not so familiar with the occult that he could feel blase about it.
"You came a long way to wash your feet," Acopulo remarked snidely, "if I may say so!" He was the only one of the group who might say so and he knew it. Even so, he was presuming far.
Shandie ignored the irreverence. "You saw nothing?"
"You did?" the scholar demanded.
The others had not made a sound, but their silent shock was unquestionable.
"Yes, I saw a vision of a castle and a town, but where it was I have no idea. And I saw a boy. Fifteen or sixteen, maybe." Shandie thought for a moment. "A jotunn, but an odd face. His eyes seemed dark, although it was hard to tell colors. His hair needed a good brushing ... reminded me of someone, but I don't know who. And you saw nothing? "
No, they all said, they had seen nothing.
"And my other foot got nothing, so it is one per person. One of you try, then. By the way-the water is quite warm. It shocked me so much I almost fell in. "
The others exchanged uneasy glances, none willing to claim precedence.
"Dawn will be here shortly," Acopulo said. "You go first, Signifer, and we grown-ups can take our time on the stairs." With a glance to Shandie for his consent, Ylo hurried off. The two civilian advisors followed.
Shandie put on his sandals. Then he leaned on the crumbling balustrade with Hardgraa and watched the procession going down. "You will not venture, Centurion?"
"Not unless you want me to, sir. I'd rather not know. "
"Sensible man! All I've gotten out of this is an Evil-begotten mystery that will probably worry me for years. Every time I go near the sea, I shall wonder. Our young friend is going to go with the right foot, also. I expect he will see cohorts of gorgeous women. "
Hardgraa grunted. "Probably! The other foot would show legions of angry husbands."
Shandie chuckled. He was always taken unaware when the gruff old campaigner chose to reveal his sense of humor. "More'n likely!"
The ripples were barely visible from the terrace, Shandie noticed. He could see nothing unusual happening in the pool. Ylo seemed to have witnessed something, though, for he made a remark to Acopulo, who had now reached the bottom. The two exchanged a few words. The little man laughed. He sat down carefully and Ylo helped him remove his boot-his right boot. The signifer came trotting up the stairs, slowing only to pass the wide bulk of Umpily.
"Well?" Shandie said as Ylo reached the top. "The most beautiful woman in the world?"
"Oh, yes! You saw her?" The brightening sky gave enough light now to show the excitement on the signifer's face.
"No. I was just guessing. Really? That's what you saw?" Ylo nodded agreement so vigorously that his wolf ears flapped. "Yes, your Highness! Absolutely ... Beyond description! "
"Lying naked on a bed?"
"In a garden, but, yes. Naked." Ylo sighed deeply. "Incredible! "
Well, he ought to be a good judge.
Hardgraa made a soft snorting noise. "I hope you noted her features so you'll recognize her when you meet in public?"
"I'll know her anywhere!" Ylo promised.
Shandie wished he was as confident about his own vision. When he got back to Hub, he would crack a whip over the Imperial bureaucracy and demand a list of all offshore islands with castles on them. The sun had been low behind the island, so it must lie off either the east coast or the west, not north or south. The search would keep the quill-pushers out of trouble for a while. But it would not explain the strange woman who had initiated this seance, a woman who claimed she did not fear the wardens.
Down below, Umpily was gingerly lowering his left foot into the water. Acopulo was mounting the steps, carrying his right boot.
"Any luck?" Shandie called.
"I saw something, " the little man said, but he added nothing more until he had reached the terrace. "But not very helpful. "
"You wish to tell me in private?"
"No. It's certainly not worth keeping secret. " The political advisor sat down stiffly on a section of fallen balustrade and pulled on his boot. "I saw my old mentor, the venerated Doctor Sagorn. " He sniffed.
During his student years, Shandie had heard Acopulo relate many tales of the great sage, too many tales. "Is he still alive, then?"
"I don't see how he can possibly be. He was old as the Protocol when I knew him, and that was thirty years ago. " Acopulo screwed up his wizened features. "I seem to have been granted a retroactive prophecy! One should trust in the Gods and not such sorcerous gimcrackery. " He had already forgotten that he had recommended the experiment himself.
"His Lordship is going with the left foot," Hardgraa remarked thoughtfully.
Acopulo lowered his voice. "He may be seeking news of his dear wife! I suspect a lack of trust!" He snickered maliciously. "His wife died almost a year ago," Shandie said. "You didn't know? "
The scholar choked and began spluttering apologies. Feeling that he had been rather malicious himself, Shandie pulled a face and turned away to wait for the fat man. Umpily had sat down on the stairs to replace his boot. He took his time coming up. The sky was blue and the moon a faint smudge now, half hidden in cloud.
"Well?" Shandie demanded.
"Not well, Highness," Umpily puffed. "I ... I saw no vision at all. " His flabby features seemed unusually rigid and pale.
"That was unfortunate," Shandie said cautiously. "I expect the light was wrong, or the pool exhausted by its efforts. Let us be on our way, gentlemen. We have a long, hard journey ahead of us. "
Strange intelligence:
Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting?
Speak, I charge you.
— Shakespeare, Macbeth, I, iii
"Well, I don't think it's fair!" The king and queen of Krasnegar were eating breakfast and Princess Kadie was adjusting the universe to fit her needs and wants, as usual.
There was no one else in the great hall. As always in early summer, the whole castle seemed deserted. Almost everyone was over on the mainland or gone fishing. Rap had been spending much time in the hills, checking on the livestock, but held taken a night off to come home and get to know his family again.
He awoke from a reverie, realizing that Inos had not answered Kadie's comment and so must be leaving it for him. Someone had eaten all his porridge ... didn't matter, he wasn't hungry now.
"Sorry! I was daydreaming. What was the question?"
His daughter impaled him with a disapproving expression she had inherited from her mother. "I don't think the corporal should be allowed to have Gath on his team!"
Several responses were available: What team? for example, or Why not? or even What corporal? although that one would probably prompt a screaming fit-except that he hadn't witnessed any fits from Kadie for a while. The twins were growing up, and she was doing it faster than her brother, which was to be expected. Kadie was thirteen and a half going on thirty. This morning she was dressed as if to attend a wedding, which was normal.
"Why isn't it fair?" he asked.
His daughter tossed her black mane in exasperation. "Really, Daddy! A fencing contest where one of the players is ... uses ... Well! "
He must be behaving very stupidly if he was Daddy. "Uses what, Kadie?" he said, applying a parental glare of moderate intensity.
She dropped her eyes. "Well, everyone knows!" she muttered.
"Knows what?"
"That Gath is a seer, of course! That's why it won't be fair to let him be on the boys' team. No one can ever lay a button on him. Not even the corporal!"
Rap glanced at Inos and saw a flicker of the distress she showed every time Gath's powers were discussed. She blamed herself, of course, which was stupid.
And this argument was unnecessary at the moment. Summer had barely opened the causeway again and yet Kadie was planning a winter fencing carnival. Kadie had become a complete fanatic about fencing, predictably infecting all her friends. Rap still had not adjusted to the idea of girls fencing, but he had certainly learned not to laugh at it when Inos was within earshot.
"I didn't know Gath had even been near the gym," he said. "I certainly didn't know he'd taken up fencing."
"He hasn't. Not like the rest of us."
"Well, that helps even out the odds, surely? If he doesn't practice, it does. I can guess what his defense is like. How's his attack?"
"Awful! The corporal says he isn't aggressive enough."
"There you are then. It cancels out."
Kadie rose with great dignity. "I see. Fairness is relative! Boys are different. Of course! Now, if you will excuse me, dear Mama, darling Papa, I have an appointment with my coifeuse. But I still consider it very ... er, unfair ... to permit occult abilities in mundane athletics! "
"Kadie! "
Again the princess tossed her hair-Rap wondered what Inos would say if he proposed a law making long hair illegal in the kingdom. No, he wouldn't risk it.
Kadie sat down in a sulk. "Just because you won't let me talk about them doesn't mean that everyone else doesn't know."
"Now, wait a moment, love," Rap said. This ought to be investigated. He knew how he had suffered from having a reputation for magic in Krasnegar, and he had been several years older than his son was now. "What exactly does everyone know?"
His daughter pouted. "They know you can't sneak up behind Gath. Throw something and he isn't there. Flip a coin and he'll call it right a dozen times in a row! "
"Gath will really show off like that?"
"Yes!" Kadie said. Then she added, "Sometimes." That probably meant, "Once."
"Then I apologize and I agree he shouldn't be allowed on a fencing team."
Kadie bounced up jubilantly and withdrew, flouncing off along the great hall.
"Sounds like Gath's adjusting," Rap said hopefully.
Inos nibbled a piece of crusty roll, eyeing him with a fond smile in her so-green eyes. "Oh, I think so. Remember telling me once that all occult talents had a mundane equivalent? "
"No. Did I say that? Sounds like a pretty dumb remark."
"One of your best, dear. But I think in Gath's case it may be true. He's always had a sort of talent for staying out of trouble."
"Kadie makes up for it."
Inos shook her head. "Kadie's normal. Gath ... He hasn't come to me with a bleeding knee since he was a toddler, and some days I seem to spend half my time being court nurse, bandaging battered children. It's very rare for Gath to be involved when the gang of them gets into really serious mischief. He's always just somewhere else. "
There might be some truth in that. Troublemakers were noticed, but good behavior tended to be overlooked. Gath had never been a problem. "He's got too much sense," Rap said.
"He's not stupid," Inos agreed, "but he's no mental giant, either. At his age it can't be experience, so what is it?" She reached across the plank table and clasped her husband's hand. "He's managing, that's what matters!"
"If he's showing off for the other kids, then he must be."
"His friends are starting to adjust, too. You look! Quite often now he wanders around with that dreamy old smile of his as if he hasn't a care in the world. "
"Or can avoid it if he has?" Rap hated to think about foresight and premonition, because they always tied his mind in knots. Even as a sorcerer, he had never completely understood them, and much of that arcane understanding was now lost to him. His mother had been a seer, able to foretell such things as the sex of babies. Or so he'd been told-he didn't remember her very well. Gath's talent was different, though. At times he seemed to be living a few minutes ahead of everyone else.
"Here he comes now," Inos said. "And what did I tell you?" Gath was sauntering along the room toward them, a gangling boy with his hands in his pockets as usual and his hair a silver bird's nest. His expression suggested that he was finding the world interesting but not threatening.
Kadie wasn't the only one starting to sprout. Gath had always been tall for his age, and of course it was the big ones who went over the wall first. He was still a kid, but he was almost as tall as his mother, all spindly arms and legs.
He sprawled on a bench, stretching out his oversized feet. "It will be soon," he told his father solemnly.
Rap swallowed the greeting he had been about to pronounce. "What will be what soon?"
"A good morning."
Rap glanced up at the windows. Rain in Krasnegar was a rare event, but there was certainly rain falling now. And that was fortunate; because he had a whole mountain of bills of lading to inspect. The first ships had arrived. If there was anything missing, anything Krasnegar might need over the coming winter, then the orders must be sent back at once or there would be no time for delivery before the ice came in again. The rain would keep him dutifully working indoors, not wasting time in frivolous pursuits.
"It stops in about half an hour," Gath explained seriously. Rap gave him a baffled look. He suspected he had just noted a twinkle in those deep gray eyes, but he wasn't sure. A thirteenyear-old should not be inscrutable like that! "I have a pile of accounts to go over this morning with Master Gracker."
"No, sir. You and me go down to the docks. "
Now, that was a specific prophecy! Whatever powers his faun grandmother might have had, Gath's range seemed to be little over an hour, or two at the most. Moreover, as far as Rap had been able to discover, he was limited to knowing things before he should know them. He apparently could not prophesy for others. He knew the rain would stop because he would see it stop.
So what happened if Rap rushed him down to the dungeons and locked him up there for an hour, so that when the rain did stop he couldn't know that the rain had stopped? That would mean he couldn't have made the statement he'd just made, wouldn't it?
Except that Rap would never do any such thing.
And now the boy had just come out with another extremely specific, verifiable prophecy, something he rarely did. What happened if Rap refused to go down to the docks? This was going to be interesting, because Rap had no intention of going down to the docks this morning. He had far too much work to do. Why should he ...
"To see Captain Efflio," Gath explained.
"Give me one good reason ... The one who brought the horses last year?"
Gath nodded. "No. Mostly rope this time. He thinks you can trade it to the goblins. "
Rap took a deep breath. "Even the prospect of a shipload of rope will not-"
"Something to do with ... Shandie?" Gath said, screwing up his eyes. "It's not clear yet, but ... Shandie? Who's Shandie? "
"What are you talking about?"
"News from Captain Efflio. Yes, he is."
"Is he going to. . ."
Rap abandoned the question. Inos was watching the exchange with barely suppressed laughter. Efflio had been much better informed about the current news in the Impire than most sailors who called at Krasnegar, so a talk with him was an attractive prospect. It almost justified taking the morning off work. And Gath's shoulders were damp! That meant...
A flicker of uneasiness crossed the boy's face. "There's something about the castle gate, Dad ... I have to go outside before I know what's going to happen outside."
So he'd discovered the shielding? Never mind Captain Efflio! The time had come for another father-and-son . . .
"I knew you would!" Gath said happily, and now there was no denying the gleam in his eyes, or the smile of triumph he was trying to hide.
Rap pulled a ferocious mock scowl at his son's glee, hiding his own relief. Obviously Gath had adjusted to his new talent to the point where he enjoyed showing off with it, as Inos had said. That man-to-man talk was overdue. But if Rap was going down to the harbor with Gath, then he needn't trouble Master Gracker. "Rim and-"
"I already told him," Gath said smugly.
As king and prince left the barbican and hurried across the courtyard outside, Rap noticed with amusement that his lanky companion was taking strides as long as his own, although he had to strain to do so. The rain was definitely relenting, blue sky showing to the west, but man and boy headed for Royal Wynd, which was one of the town's many covered ways. The first stretch was very steep and at present deserted, so they let their feet run away with them, leaning back for balance, footsteps drumming eerily in the shadows.
They slowed down for the first stairs, grinning at each other. Gath was glowing with wordless bliss at being with his father, which raised a question Rap had been considering for some time. The citizens of Krasnegar all started work as children. Princes and princesses had schoolwork to occupy their childhood, but those were suspended during the summer. There was no reason why he should not take Gath with him when he returned to the mainland, at least for a week or two. It would be dull for him, and wearying, but perhaps also a glimpse of his own future. When Royal Wynd entered Pirates' Walk, Rap turned to the boy to ask if he would like to come-and saw the answer already on his face.
"What am I going to ask you?"
Gath's happiness flickered briefly. "Don't know the words. We're going to talk about me coming with you to the mainland. " Rap nodded, while his mind worked that out. He could not shake the feeling that there was an impossible paradox lurking somewhere in Gath's odd talent and yet he could not corner it. In this case, Gath had known what Rap was going to say and then Rap had not said it. But the paradox escaped again, because Gath had brought up the subject ... or did it?
Gath was soon insisting that he would not mind sleeping in tents, missing meals, riding all day, being drenched, burned, frozen, or any of the other horrors Rap described. He seemed to welcome such prospects. He insisted he had no plans for the next few weeks, nor would he mind leaving his friends.
His father felt a twinge of uneasiness at that, but he agreed he would take an apprentice along on his next trip to the mainland. He was fairly certain that his son had known all about that decision when he entered the great hall an hour ago.
Less than a year had gone by since Rap had worried that Gath never seemed to do anything on his own. Now he was concerned that the boy had become a loner. Truly parenthood was a course in gratuitous anxiety!
Two women locked in a corner gossip broke off long enough to bob their respects to the king. The king greeted them both by name, wishing them good morrow. Man and boy crossed the wagon road then and the rain was barely noticeable. They continued by way of One Weaver's Steps.
"Gath?"
"Yes, sir?" There was a guarded expression on the boyish face now.
"You mind talking about your ... talent, premonition, whatever it is?"
"No. 'Cept it's hard to explain."
"Well, don't worry if you can't put it in words. I'm just curious to know how you see the future. When I'm being a sorcerer, I can do some of it, of course. "
"Oh! You can? You really can?"
Rap should have told him so sooner. The poor kid was showing large quantities of relief, just because he'd been told he wasn't any more of a freak than his father.
"For me it's a real effort. You seem to do it all the time." Gath nodded. "Can't help it."
"I know of two ways. I can use premonition, where I just think about doing something, then about doing something else, and then decide which one feels better. That only works on me myself, though . . . "
Gath was already shaking his head.
"The other way is foresight," Rap said. "But that takes a huge effort and usually you see so many possibilities that you can't make any of them out clearly. That works best on other people. Once in a while you run into a destiny, where the Gods have decreed that . . ."
He choked into silence, remembering the terrible prophecy he had been given. Fortunately Gath had not noticed his confusion.