Have 2 Sky Magic (Haven Series 2) (7 page)

“Rawrg!” roared Twrog, but he did not let go. Instead, he squeezed. The goblin’s ribs snapped, but he did not stop struggling. He did not stop biting, either. In the end, Twrog pulled Frakir’s head from his body. It popped loose and took part of the spine with it. The strings, cords and gushing blood warmed the giant’s wounded hand.

Twrog threw the head into the thicket, where it bounced and rolled a hundred paces or more. He threw the tiny green body after the head, then went to look for something to clean himself with.

Chapter Eight

Exorcism

For Brand, the trip to Riverton was strange. People met them on the road, but shouted no greeting. Most of them hurried by, with many fearful glances. When Riverton was in sight, they met the elderly Fiona Thunderfoot, out from Hamlet. Most of the Thunderfoot clan had made their home in the Haven Wood on the east bank, but a goodly portion of them had settled in Hamlet on the west bank, her poor, missing son Arlon among them. Fiona had doubtless come to see the festival. She wore the dark cloak of mourning, her face hooded. She wore a mourning ring, a hoop of gold that expanded at the shoulders where there was a hinged bezel with the designs of her clan in black enamel. The hoop was inscribed:
In memory of beloved Arlon.
The bezel would contain, they knew, a picture of her son. Arlon had been presumed dead. Tylag, who had come with the party to see them off at the docks, attempted to express his sympathies. She would have none of him, turning away and then giving them all a venomous glare over her shoulder. She stood at the side of the road as they passed, her back to them, her body trembling as she wept in grief.

“Isn’t that poor Arlon’s mother?” asked Telyn as they passed out of her hearing. “It seems that she blames us for her son’s disappearance.”

“She is distraught over her loss,” said Tylag.

“Everyone seems to be blaming us for everything,” observed Corbin in a grim voice.

“It will pass,” said Tylag, although Brand thought he heard worry in his voice.

In Riverton they drove down the cobbled main street and passed by Drake Manor. Brand was stunned to see that the hinges of the old iron gate had been oiled and worked so that they now were closed and locked. This was the first time in any of their memories that such a thing had been done. Further, two guards had been posted, wearing the powder blue cloaks of the Riverton Constabulary. They came to attention as Tylag stopped in front of the gates, and he acknowledged this with a nod.

Tylag, Brand and Telyn took the baby up to Drake Manor. Telyn insisted on carrying the baby herself. She pointedly stated that she didn’t trust Brand to carry the boy, and wanted Corbin nowhere near him. She still seemed ruffled about the stick-prodding, even though the men took pains to point out that they had never
actually
poked the child.

Tylag knocked once, and reached to knock again, but found the door had popped open. Thilfox Drake poked out his head with eyebrows riding high. He ran his eyes over Brand and Telyn, standing together with a baby in the girl’s arms. His eyebrows, although Brand might have sworn it was not possible raised even higher. He cleared his throat and looked at Tylag.

“My good sir,” he said. “I’ve heard the news. Let me offer my condolences to you and Suzenna.”

“Yes, we sent our son Sam out into the flood this afternoon.”

“A terrible thing. And the news about Froghollow is almost as horrible. I’m wondering if you would be needing lodging?”

“Ah,” said Tylag, “we planned to stay at the Inn for a bit, or with our cousins out south of the commons. We can’t really rebuild until the winter has passed.”

Thilfox shook his head, he would hear nothing of it. “Nonsense, you’ll stay with us. Half of this place is empty, you know,” he said, waving at the rambling manor. Four stories of it stretched behind him, enough room for twenty families. Brand knew that he spoke the truth, only half the apartments were filled.

“That’s very generous of you,” said Tylag, having some difficulty accepting charity, even when he needed it. Brand knew it must sting his pride.

“Again, nonsense. We’ve got work to do, desperate work. Defense of the River Haven, nightly meetings on the topic, that’s what I’m planning. We’ll not be sitting about sipping sherry and smoking pipeweed all winter, I’m afraid.”

Tylag nodded. “I suppose we need a headquarters, and your place is the obvious choice since we lack a keep.”

“A keep,” said Thilfox wistfully. “I never thought I’d see the day when we wished we had one. Come inside, there’s a chill wind blowing upriver.”

They followed him into one of the private parlors on the second floor. A cherrywood fire burned merrily on the hearth, and Brand felt the welcome warmth of it sinking into his bones immediately.

Thilfox bent toward them after he’d slid the door shut and spoke in a hushed voice. “I see that you have another problem at hand,” he said, flicking his eyes to Brand, Telyn and the baby. He smiled a flickering, knowing smile.

Tylag frowned. “Um, yes and no. We do have a delicate matter to discuss.”

“Indeed!” laughed Thilfox.

Tylag looked annoyed, and Brand realized that he might well get insulted and angry at any moment. Thilfox was suggesting the child was an illegitimate surprise to the Rabing family. He didn’t want his uncle to throw a fit and get himself kicked out of the manor with winter about to set in, so he jumped into the conversation.

“Uncle,” said Brand, “don’t you think you should check on Aunt Suzenna? She probably should be told the welcome news.”

“What news?” barked Tylag. Thilfox frowned at him, not quite understanding his mood.

“About your plans to stay here at the manor for the winter. She’s probably at the Inn with Corbin arranging long-term lodging now.”

Tylag’s mouth opened, then snapped shut. “Good thinking, Brand,” he said. He summoned up what graciousness he had left and thanked Thilfox. He leaned close to Brand, saying, “you can give him the good news yourself then.”

Brand nodded and Tylag let himself out.

“Is the good news what I assume it to be?” asked Thilfox, looking bemused. He pointed with his chin to the child in Telyn’s arms.

“Um, in a manner of speaking, yes, but it’s not what you might imagine,” said Telyn.

Thilfox threw up his hands. “Nonsense girl, I’ve had a number of children myself, you know! I’m no stranger to the process. And there is no need for any shamed faces here. Not in my house, and especially not on this year. What we need now are more young, strong mouths to feed.”

They tried to break in, but he wasn’t listening. Telyn turned bright red. Brand felt his own face heat up as well. He stole a glance at Telyn and hoped she wouldn’t blow up at Thilfox, after all, he meant well.

“Now, let me think, you two will of course be needing your own apartments,” said Thilfox, rubbing his chin in thought. “It will have to be the fourth floor, I’m afraid.”

“Clanmaster Drake,” said Brand, trying to interrupt.

“Now, you two
are
married, right?” he asked, he knew the answer from their shocked, embarrassed faces. “I see. Not even a moonlight ceremony out on the mound? Well, that won’t do. I’ll perform the ceremony myself tonight. We must at least keep that level of decorum, don’t you think?”

“Clanmaster Drake, please listen,” demanded Telyn. She held the child out to him. “This child isn’t ours. It’s yours. It’s your grandson.”

Thilfox’s face registered shock. He blinked at the child, then squinted. “I do believe you’re right. That’s Lanet’s boy. However—”

“He was stolen, we found him in the woods,” explained Brand, thinking it best to leave Dando out of it for now. “There is a changeling in his place.”

Sick understanding and shock came over Thilfox’s face. “I see it all now. I’ve been the fool. The delicate situation was
our
situation.”

“Lanet must be told.”

“Of course. We can’t let that thing spin enchantments for one more second. I really hadn’t thought they would come so quickly. I should have more wards out.”

As they followed him up the stairs, they saw Thilfox Drake strap a dagger onto his belt and loosen it in its sheath. Brand and Telyn exchanged worried glances.

By the time Thilfox arrived outside Lanet’s apartment, he looked resolute. He was scowling. They could hear Lanet inside, singing softly to what she no doubt believed was her beloved baby.

“How do we handle this?” Telyn wondered aloud in the hallway.

Thilfox glowered and shrugged. “She’ll be so heart-broken. She’ll be under the thing’s spell. But what must be done, shall be done.”

He rapped smartly on the door. After a moment, Lanet answered. They were all relieved to see she didn’t carry the changeling in her arms.

“Lanet, could you come out into the hallway for a moment?” asked Thilfox calmly.

“What is it? I don’t like to leave—”

“Of course not, we’ll only be a moment.”

Brand glanced into the apartment. Near the window, he saw what must be the cradle. As the door swung shut, he thought to see a tiny face, looking at them with one eye overtop the blankets.

“Telyn, if you please,” said Thilfox, gesturing.

Telyn held out the child for his mother to see.

“Who?” asked Lanet, pausing with her hands up before her, “what is that?”

“I want you to look at this child closely. Who is it, my dear?”

“Grandfather,” she said, almost as if in a dream. “It’s a baby.”

“Who’s baby?”

She peered at the child, coming close. She blinked and after a moment her face broke into a smile. “Why, he’s my baby.”

“That’s right,” said Thilfox, he nodded to Telyn, who handed the baby over to its mother.

“He’s hungry,” said Telyn, “let’s take him downstairs for a moment.”

She led Lanet down the stairs with her child. She walked slowly still, as if she had just awakened.

Thilfox turned to Brand, and his face was grim. “Quickly now, let’s do what must be done before she gets wise.”

They entered the apartment and let the door click shut behind them. Brand eyed Thilfox worriedly. Would he really be able to thrust that dagger into something that so resembled his own beloved grandson? He hoped that he would never be faced with such a task.

Thilfox slid the window shut, then stood over the crib with his hands on hips. He frowned down into the crib.

The baby inside was the twin of the other. Brand shook his head. The only difference he could detect was the eyes. Their nature was too knowing, too wise for an infant. But the changeling did put on a great show, kicking its feet and cooing at the old man.

“You’ll not find our folk so easy to fool as all that, manling,” said Thilfox in a quiet, threatening voice.

The changeling eyed him and the dagger which had now appeared in his hand. In an instant, it’s manner changed drastically. It sucked in a great gout of air and bellowed with wild cries and screams. Outside on the landing, they heard running footsteps. Lanet was at the door. She rattled the knob, but of course Thilfox had locked it.

“Please father, don’t hurt him.”

“Go downstairs, daughter,” he said in a commanding voice.

Brand heard Telyn talking to Lanet, but she wouldn’t be consoled. She pounded on the door again.

“You must be skilled, to so convince my daughter so quickly,” said Thilfox.

“Sir,” said Brand at his shoulder. “Should we prep an egg? don’t we need to perform an exorcism?”

Thilfox smiled grimly and shook his head. He slapped his dagger into his palm. “There is no need. We have the child back.”

At this news, the changeling waited no longer. It sprang out of the cradle and raced around the room. Thilfox slashed the air behind the creature. Still in the guise of his grandson, as it flew about the place in great leaps and hops.

Brand made a grab for it, but it ducked and slipped under him. In a moment, it had found the second window, which they had not thought to secure. It flew out into the courtyard. They leaned out after it, and watched it bound by the befuddled guardsman. He’d never seen a naked baby, performing ten foot leaps as it cleared the outer wall and disappeared into the forest.

“We lost it,” said Brand, “I’m sorry about that, sir.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I dithered, rather than striking at once. I suppose, I just wanted to be sure. I am in your debt, Brand Rabing.”

Brand nodded, not knowing what else to say.

At the door, Lanet finally made her way in. She held her real child, but still felt the hurt of losing the other. Tears ran down her face.

“You were bewitched, my daughter,” said Thilfox gently, “but we’ve chased the faker out. We must be more careful.”

“But I had wards,” said Lanet. Telyn inspected her wards. There was indeed a flat river rock on a fresh thong in the child’s cradle. She looked at it closely.

“This hole,” she said, “it’s been drilled. Where did you get it?”

“I don’t know…my husband bought it for me before he went away.”

Telyn and Brand exchanged glances. Both knew there was only one man who sold wards in Riverton.