there for several minutes until Caid finally asked, “What are we doing?”
“Hear it?” she asked.
“Hear what?”
“The silence?” She grinned. “Mum’s little bastards, as she calls them, don’t come to the lake. She won’t let them. She’s afraid they’ll fall in and drown.”
“Did you fall in and almost drown?”
“Once,” she admitted. “But it wasn’t my fault.”
He let her believe that and instead enjoyed the lack of children’s voices.
He motioned to the wild horses. “They don’t seem bothered by you.”
“They’re used to me.” When he stared at her, she continued. “When I decided I wanted to be a blacksmith, I knew I’d have to work with horses. Shoeing them and such. Da didn’t have that many horses then. So I went out and found some horses. I just watched them, trying to see how they lived. Trying to understand them. After a while they didn’t seem to mind me.”
“I see.” He focused on the lake again. “When did you know you wanted to be a blacksmith?”
“Birth.”
* * *
The Amichai grunted. “That seems . . . early.”
“Not for a Smythe woman.”
“So your mother . . .”
“The women in my mum’s family have been blacksmithing for centuries. We’re born to it. Except my grandmother did not forgive her for marrying outside—”
“The family?”
“Ewwww. No! The business. My father’s a farmer, you know. The Smythe women usually only marry other blacksmiths. So they can have blacksmith babies. But in my family, I have a brother and sister who want to run the farm. Two sisters who want to join the fighter’s guild. Two brothers and a sister who want to be soldiers. A toddler sister who wants to join me at the forge. A baby who hasn’t made up her mind yet. And another sister who won’t tell me what she wants to do.”
“Aren’t you forgetting one?”
“Am I?”
“The nun?”
“Ech.”
That was when the Amichai did something strange. For him. He laughed.
“I have never met anyone who has such a dramatic reaction to the handmaidens of a god.”
“We don’t know which god. She hasn’t told anyone. She could be worshipping all sorts of evil.”
“In her all white, with the no touching? That kind of evil?”
“Color means nothing to me.”
“I know. Since eyes of fire don’t seem to bother you.”
“As I tried to explain to your very judgmental sister, animals are not like humans. It doesn’t matter which world—”
“Or netherworld.”
She paused briefly to glare at him properly.
“. . . they come from. Animals are animals. And unless they attack or one is hunting them for food and clothing, they should be left alone to live their lives in the wild.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And yes, that includes wolves that have eyes of fire.”
“But your nun sister . . . ?”
“She has no excuse!”
“Are you always this inflexible?”
“Actually,” she admitted, “I’m a very forgiving person.” Keeley rubbed her nose. “But not with her,” she finally admitted.
“I see.”
Tired of being judged, Keeley turned toward the Amichai, and asked, “Why are you here?”
He stared at her but didn’t reply.
“I know you’ve been following me and lurking around the farm. I want to know what’s going on.”
“Why?”
“In case I have to kill you,” Keeley replied with total honesty, “I’d rather not get too attached.”
“Fair enough. But we haven’t been lurking around your farm,” he corrected. “It was more of a sneaking.”
Keeley narrowed her eyes on the Amichai. “You do know I’m carrying my hammer?”
“How could I miss it? The head is so huge.”
“I like my huge head.” She stopped, realizing how that sounded.
“There are things you and your family need to know. But it should come from my sister.”
“She’s too busy trying to get information out of my sister while my sister does the same thing to her. So I’m asking you. What’s going on?”
Caid looked off and she could tell from the expression on his face he was debating how much shit he’d have to eat when his sister found out he’d told her everything. But before she could push him or he could decide to speak on his own, the gray stallion from the wild herd ambled out of the darkness, moved up behind Caid, and rammed his head into the Amichai’s back.
Caid slowly looked over his shoulder at the horse. “Really?” he demanded.
“He likes me,” she told him. “Always keeps an eye out for me. You probably shouldn’t annoy him.”
“I annoy everyone.”
“I like a man who knows himself.”
Caid stared at her for a long moment, then said, “My sister says you already know I’m not a man.”