Talen saw nothing behind the barn, but then out of the corner of his eye he caught movement. He turned toward it and saw someone’s back and one of their legs disappear behind the old house.
Lords, he was not imagining it.
“Sammesh?” he said.
Sammesh was the ale sot’s son. Da had caught him once stealing meat from the smoke shed. But instead of putting some fear into the boy, Da told him if he wanted meat, he’d have to bring something to trade. So from that day on, Sammesh slinked in and out of their place with his trade. Sometimes it was fair; other times, it wasn’t. He’d once taken a rope and left a small bowl of blueberries for it. The blueberries had been delicious but they were not worth half the value of that rope. Talen had told his da that he was only fostering dishonesty—Sammesh needed to be taught a lesson. But Da said Sammesh had received far too many of those kinds of lessons already. Talen wondered if that’s where all the boy’s bruises came from. Or was it simply because he was a thief?
Talen picked up a short cudgel from the woodpile and walked toward the old house.
“Sammesh! Come out, or I’ll thrash the stumps with you.”
There was no answer.
“An honest trader doesn’t skulk.”
Then he heard another sound behind the old house. He paused and listened, but all was quiet.
Something was there.
He had seen the back of a figure too small to be that of an adult. Too small for even Sammesh.
“Who are you?” said Talen. “Come out.”
Of course, maybe he didn’t want them to come out. Ke and River were too far away to be of any help; and if this were a hatchling . . . who knew what it might do? He wished he had his dogs. Then he realized he hadn’t seen them at all out in the fields. And that was odd. Where were the dogs?
Talen called for them.
Moments later Blue appeared from behind the old house, exactly where the skulker had disappeared. Blue wagged his tail and gave a happy bark.
Conroy made a low sound and hopped a few paces away. Then, with a great deal of noisy flapping, he flew up to the roof of the smoke shed. Despite Talen’s attempts to make them reconcile, the bird and the dog did not get along.
The dog’s warren lay underneath the old house on the far side. Blue must have been there the whole time.
But he should have barked.
Talen took a few steps, again giving the corner a wide berth, and peered along the side of the old house.
He saw nothing but Queen wriggling her way out of the hole they’d dug underneath the house.
Talen raced back to see between the old house and the barn. Perhaps whoever it was had run around. But he saw nothing.
If it was Sammesh, he’d clobber him. This was no time to be running about stealing meat.
Talen yelled and ran about the old house itself; halfway around he reversed directions to trick whomever it was.
Blue thought it was some game and followed him the whole way with playful woofs.
Nobody was there. Yet Talen had seen someone. He wasn’t imagining it.
He looked down at Blue. What good was a dog that didn’t bark? “You’re a fine fellow,” said Talen.
Blue licked Talen’s hand then wiggled his way between Talen’s legs.
Talen groaned and shook his head. Overfed and underworked, that’s what that dog was. Talen pushed Blue away and gave him the eye. Then he walked over to the side of the old house where he’d seen the figure disappear. The line of the woods was a good thirty yards from here. It would have to have been an exceedingly lively creature to cover that distance between the time Talen had heard that last noise and seen Blue. And it would have had to run very quietly.
That ruled out Sammesh.
Goh. He gripped the cudgel tighter.
He thought of the sod roof. The edges were low enough for someone to climb. They could be up there getting ready to spring. Talen spun around and scampered back.
There was nothing on the roof. He circled the whole house again, scanning the ground for footprints.
Nothing.
He took a step back and out of the corner of his eye saw something in the grass: one of their painted wooden spoons lying at an odd angle. He bent over and picked it up. It had not been out here long because soft bits of barley porridge