“Take care of my girl for me, love,” Lady Eltruda said to Navis. “I trust her to you. She’s the only child I ever had.”
“I’ll look after her, I promise,” Navis said, and smiled in what Mitt thought was altogether too loving a way.
At that moment Noreth herself rushed into the hall, once more dressed as a hearthman. “Aunt, where’s my bedroll? Aunt! Oh!” she said as she saw how her aunt was occupied. She made a face at Mitt that showed that she felt much the same as he did about it. “I’d better go and look in the stable,” she said. “I don’t think I ever unpacked. Are you riding with me?”
Mitt nodded.
“Oh good!” Noreth said, and raced away outside.
PART TWO
MAEWEN
4
Maewen came back to the present with a jump. For a moment there it had seemed as if the noise of the train was not the beat of wheels on tracks, but the sound of water rilling over stones. She had almost seemed to see young leaves rustling overhead, casting a mix of sunspots and shadow on the racing water. In the confusion of glints she could have sworn there was a brighter glint, hands diving for the brightness, voices, and then the brightness taking the form of a dripping golden statuette.
Nonsense, of course. She must have dropped off to sleep while the train was rushing into this deep green cutting—such a deep one that there was no sign of the mountains beyond—and the glint had to be the gold buttons of the guard, just passing on his regular walk down the corridors. The guard smiled gravely at Maewen with his head cocked to one side. Was she all right?
Maewen managed a sort of smile, and the guard passed on. She prickled all over with embarrassment again. It was too bad of Aunt Liss. Mum would just have given Maewen a vague kiss and waved good-bye, but Aunt Liss, being the practical sister, had had to collar the guard and explain loudly and at length. “This is my niece’s first-ever train journey. She’s going all the way to Kernsburgh to visit her father and I don’t like to think of her going all that way without someone to keep an eye on her. Could you make sure she’s all right? Can I leave her in your tender care?”
And so on for five minutes, while Maewen wished she were anywhere else and hoped the other four passengers in the carriage were all deaf. As if she were ten years old instead of nearly fourteen! The worst of it was that the guard was quite young and rather good-looking. He probably did think Maewen was only ten. She was unfortunately small for her age. He listened seriously to Aunt Liss and eventually took his cap off, baring his beautiful white-fair curls, and bowed slightly.
“Thank you, madam. You can safely leave your niece to me.”
Looking back on it, Maewen wondered if the guard hadn’t been making fun of Aunt Liss, but it hadn’t seemed like that at the time, and Maewen had spent the entire space between Adenmouth and Kredindale trying to hide her hot face and squirming all over.
The silly part was that Maewen usually got on with Aunt Liss, better than with Mum. Aunt Liss was the one who cared. While Mum wandered in her studio covering her strange gawky statues with metal rags and splashes of bright color, deaf and blind to the world, Aunt Liss made sure Maewen had meals and clothes and—most important of all to Maewen—a horse to ride. Aunt Liss earned day-to-day money by running a livery stable. When Mum sold a statue, she earned big money, but that only happened—
“Are you traveling far, young lady?” asked the passenger opposite, making her jump again. He must have got on the train at Orilsway or somewhere. She looked at him, trying to remember, and decided she must have been asleep when he got on because she had certainly not noticed him before. He was one of those wide kind of old men who are almost bell-shaped sitting down. He had a sheet of wriggly gray hair on either side of his wide, plump face. Maewen was not sure she liked the way his eyes were half hooded in fat eyelids—it made him look cunning and rather cruel—but his question had been perfectly polite, and she supposed she had better answer.
“Just to Kernsbur
gh.”
“Indeed?” he said. “And where did you get on?”
“Adenmouth,” said Maewen.
“From the farthest north,” said the old man, “halfway down the country to King Hern’s city of gold. That is a momentous journey, child. At one time it was the royal road to the crown of Dalemark.” He chuckled in a windy, breathy way. “And what brings you on the paths of the Undying?”
What a silly way to talk! Maewen thought. There are people who travel between Adenmouth and Kernsburgh every day of the week. “I’m going to visit my father,” she said. Up to this moment she had secretly thought this was the greatest adventure of her life, but thanks to this old man, it was suddenly ordinary and boring. “For the holidays,” she added drearily.
“Your father,” said the old man, in a breathy sort of pounce, “works away from home? In Kernsburgh? Eh?”
“Yes,” said Maewen.
“You travel to see him often?”
“No,” she said. “This is the first time I’ve been.” And she wished she could end this conversation. She did not like the old man’s voice. There was something odd about it.
“Ah, I see. He’s only just gone to work in Kernsburgh, is that it? Eh?”
“No. He’s worked there for the last seven years.” What was so odd about his voice? It almost seemed as if the sound was not coming from the old man at all but from somewhere else quite a long way away. Perhaps he was one of those people who had had surgery on his larynx and had to use a false voice box, in which case he was unfortunate and she ought to be polite to him. Maewen tried to explain without giving away her entire family history. “I haven’t seen him since I was—was a lot younger.” She really did not want to tell him her age, which he would know if she told him her parents had been divorced when she was seven.
“Now why is that?” the old man asked. “Do your parents perhaps not get on? They seem to have lived a long way apart for most of your life.”
Cheek! Maewen thought. It’s none of his business. “My mother,” she explained haughtily, “is a sculptor who prefers to work near the stone she uses. And my father is a very busy man. He’s head curator of the Tannoreth Palace.”