Swords & Dark Magic - By Jonathan Strahan Page 0,31
never forgotten them. Whether they be so or no, who is to say? Perhaps I have inherited already, and know not of it. Perhaps they are as false as most dreams—false as most words, I ought to have said. For it is only those words that hold power over the thing they represent that are not false, and they are few and seldom found.
A league beyond the Gate of Exile, I saw Lurn sleeping in the shade of a spreading chestnut. Dismounting, I went to her; I cannot say why. Seeing that she slept soundly and was not liable to waken soon, I unsaddled Flare and let him graze, which he was eager to do. After that I sat near her, my back propped by the bole of the tree, and thought upon many things.
“What puzzles you so?”
Hearing her voice for the first time, I knew it was hers, deeper than my own yet a woman’s. I smiled, I hope not impudently, and said, “Gaining your friendship. I fear that you will wish to engage, and that would be but folly as the world stands today.”
“Folly indeed, for it stands not but circles the moon as both swim among stars.” She laughed like a river over stones. “As for engaging, Valorius, why, I bested you. I choose to stand upon my victory, for you might die were we to engage again.”
“You would not see me dead.”
“No,” she said; and when I did not speak, she said, “Would you see me so? You might have killed me while I slept.”
“You would have sprung up and wrested the sword from my hand.”
“Yes! Let us say that.” The river flowed again. “Let us say it, that I may be joyful.”
“You would not see me dead,” I repeated, “and you troubled to learn my name, Lurn.”
“And you mine.” She sat up.
“I have seen sun and moon in the same sky,” I told her. “They did not engage.”
“They do but rarely.” She smiled as she spoke, and there was something in her smile of the maid no man has bussed. “When they do she bests him, as is only to be expected. Bests him, and brings darkness over the earth.”
“Is that true?”
“It is. She bests him, but having bested him she bids him rise. Someday—do you credit prophesy?”
I do not, but said I did.
“Someday he will best her and, besting her, take her life. So is it written. When the evil day comes, you men will walk in blind dark from twilight to dawn and much harm come of it.”
“And what of women?”
“Women will have no warning, so that they bleed in the market. Will you come and sit by me, Valorius?”
“Gladly,” I said. I rose and did so.
“Have the Hunas killed everyone save you and me?”
“They have slain many,” I said, “but they can scarcely have slain everyone.”
“When they have looted the towns and burned them, not many will remain. Those of our people who can still hold the hilt might be rallied to resist.”
“Are they really our people?” I inquired.
“I was born among them. So were you, I think. I took shelter in this deep shade because my skin can’t bear your noonday sun. When your sun is low, I’ll walk again. Then we’ll see what a lone woman can accomplish.”
I shrugged. “Much, perhaps, with a knight to assist her. We must get you a wide hat, however, and a gown with long sleeves.”
When the sun declined, we journeyed on together, and very pleasant journeying it was, for her head was level with my own when I rode Flare. We chattered and joked, and in time—not that day, I think, but the next—I beheld something in Lurn’s eyes that I had never seen in the eyes of any woman.
That day we discovered a crone who knew the weaving of hats; she made such hat as Lurn required, a hat woven of straw, with a crown like a sugar loaf and brim wide as a shield. She sent us to a little man with a crooked back, who for a silver piece made Lurn not one long gown but three, all of coarse white cloth. Of our rallying of the people, I shall say little or nothing. We armed them with whatever could be made or found, and ere long enlisted a forester. Bradan knew the longbow, and taught some youths how to make and use war-arrows, bows, bowcases, bracers, quivers, and all such things—a great blessing.