The Desert Spear (79 page)

Raddock opened his mouth to reply, but there was an angry murmur from the crowd, and he looked around uneasily, unsure whose side they were on.

The Painted Man grunted and kicked Twilight Dancer into a gallop out of the Square and headed up the road to his father's farm.

Renna was silent the whole ride, resting against him and clinging to his robes. A few demons came at them, but Twilight Dancer dodged and put on speed, quickly leaving them behind. Twice, the stallion simply trampled demons into the road without slowing.

His father's farm was much as he remembered it, though an addition had been built onto the back of the house. Some of the wardposts in the barley field were still those he had carved himself, coated in fresh lacquer many times over the years. Jeph maintained his wards religiously, a habit he had instilled in his son that had saved Arlen's life many times since and defined much of the course of his life.

Drawn to the house, a great many corelings were in the yard, testing the wards. The Painted Man shot two to clear the way to the barn, and once safe behind its wards, he stabled Twilight Dancer and stood in the doorway, picking off the others one by one with his bow. Soon the way was clear, and he escorted Renna to the house proper.

The Painted Man was shaking as he deposited Renna in the common room and lit the lanterns, kindling a fire in the hearth. Everything about the place was so familiar, it made his heart ache. It even smelled the same. He half expected his mother to come out of the cold room and tell him to wash for supper. An old cat came and sniffed him, purring and rubbing against his leg. He picked it up and scratched its ears, remembering how its mother had birthed the litter behind the broken cart in the barn.

He went over to Renna who was sitting right where he left her, playing with her skirts. 'You all right''

Renna shook her head, eyes on the floor. 'Ent sure I'll ever be all right again.'

'Know the feeling,' the Painted Man said. 'You hungry''

When she nodded, he set the cat down and went to the cold room, unsurprised to find it laid out just as he recalled. There was smoked ham and fresh vegetables, and bread in the bread box. He took everything to the chopping block and filled a pot from the water barrel. He soon had a stew simmering over the fire, filling the house with its aroma. He opened the cupboard and set bowls and spoons at the table. He went to fetch Renna and found the cat curled in her lap. She stroked it absently as she wept, her teardrops matting its fur.

Renna said little as they ate, and he found himself staring at her, wishing he knew what words could put life back in her eyes.

'Good stew'' he asked as she tore bread to soak the last of it from her bowl. 'There's more if you like.' She nodded, and he fetched the pot from the fire, ladling her another helping.

'Thanks,' she said. 'Feel like I haven't et in days. Haven't, really. Ent been hungry.'

'You had a rough week, I imagine,' he said.

She met his eyes finally. 'You killed those demons. Killed 'em with your bare hands.'

The Painted Man nodded.

'Why'' she asked.

The Painted Man raised a brow at her. 'Need a reason to kill demons''

'But they told you what I done,' Renna said. 'And they's right. None a this would've happened, I'd just minded my da. Maybe I deserve to be cored.' She looked away again, but the Painted Man grabbed her shoulders roughly and forced her to turn and face him. His eyes were blazing, and hers went wide with fright.

'You listen to me, Renna Tanner,' he said. 'Your da din't deserve mindin'. I know what he done to you and your sisters, out on that farm. That kind of man ent worth no mind at all. It's him that brought these troubles about, not you. Ent never been you.'

When she just stared at him, he shook her. 'You hear me'!'

For a moment more Renna just stared, and then slowly she nodded. And then again, more decisively. 'Wasn't right, what he done to us.'

'That's undersaid,' the Painted Man grunted.

'And poor Cobie never done nothing wrong,' Renna went on, the words coming faster. She looked up at him. 'He wan't no bully, least not that I ever saw. All he ever wanted was to marry me proper, and Da''

'Killed him for it,' the Painted Man finished, when she hesitated.

She nodded. 'Man like that ent much more than a demon himself.'

He nodded. 'And you got to fight demons, Renna Tanner. It's the only way to live with your head held high. Can't trust no one else to do what you won't do for yourself.'

Renna was curled up by the fire, fast asleep, when Jeph's cart pulled into the yard early the next morning. The Painted Man watched through the window, swallowing a lump in his throat as four children hopped down from the back of the cart, brothers and sisters he had never known.

They were followed off the cart by tough old Norine and Ilain. The Painted Man had shined on Ilain when he was young, and she was still beautiful now, but seeing his father help her down from the front seat the way he used to do for his mother gnawed at him. He didn't blame Ilain for wanting to escape Harl'not anymore, at least'but that made it no easier to see how quickly she had taken his mother's place.

He looked up the road, but there was no sign of anyone else following. He opened the door and went out to meet them. The children pulled up short, staring, as he walked over to Jeph.

'She's asleep by the fire,' he said.

Jeph nodded. 'Thank you, Messenger.'

'I'll hold you to your promise to protect her from any looking to do her harm,' the Painted Man said, pointing a tattooed finger at his father.

Jeph swallowed, but he nodded. 'I will.'

The Painted Man's eyes narrowed. Jeph was full of sincere-sounding promises, ones he meant full well, yet when the time came for action he was apt to fail.

But with no other option, the Painted Man nodded. 'I'll fetch my horse and go.'

'Wait, please,' Jeph said, catching his arm. The Painted Man looked at the offending hand, and Jeph snatched it quickly away.

'I just'' He hesitated. 'We 'd like it if you stayed for breakfast. Least we can do. Whole town might be at the square come evening, like you said. You can take your ease here, till then.'

The Painted Man looked at him, wanting to be gone from the place, but a part of him longed to meet his siblings, and his stomach rumbled at the thought of a proper Brook breakfast. Such things had meant little to him when he was a child, but now they were cherished memories.

'Reckon I can set a spell,' he said, and allowed himself to be escorted back inside as the children ran to their chores and Norine and Ilain headed to the cold room.

'This here's Jeph Young,' Jeph said, introducing his oldest son when they were gathered around the breakfast table. The boy nodded at him, but mostly stared at his tattooed hands and tried to peek into the shadows of his hood.

'Next to him is Jeni Tailor,' Jeph went on. 'They been promised near two seasons. At the end are our youngest, Silvy and Cholie.'

Seated opposite the children, next to Renna and Norine, the Painted Man coughed at the names, those of his lost mother and uncle. He took a sip from his water cup to cover his surprise. 'You have beautiful children.'

'Tender Harral says you're the Deliverer, come again,' little Silvy blurted.

'Well I ent,' the Painted Man told her. 'Just a Messenger, come to spread good word.'

'Messengers all like you now, then'' Jeph asked. 'All painted up''

The Painted Man smiled. 'I'm one of a kind like that,' he admitted. 'But I'm just a man, all the same. Din't come to deliver anyone.'

'You sure did for our Renna,' Ilain said. 'Can't thank you enough for that.'

'Shouldn't have had to,' the Painted Man said.

Jeph sat quiet a moment at the rebuke. 'You're right at that,' he said at last, 'but sometimes when a body's in a crowd, and the crowd has its say''

'Stop making excuses, Jeph Bales,' Norine snapped. 'Man's right. What do we got in this world, 'cept kith and kin' Ent nothing should keep us from standing by them.'

The Painted Man looked at her. This wasn't the Norine he remembered, the one who had stood on the porch the night his mother was cored. Stood and done nothing, except try to keep Arlen from going to her aid. He nodded, his eyes flicking back to meet Jeph's.

'She's right,' he said. 'You've got to stand up to those that would harm you and yours.'

'You sound like my son,' Jeph said, his eyes growing distant.

'Say again'' the Painted Man said, his throat tightening.

'Me'' Jeph Young asked.

Jeph shook his head. 'Your elder,' he told his son, and everyone at the table except Renna and the Painted Man drew a quick ward in the air.

'Had another son, name of Arlen, years back,' Jeph explained, and Ilain took his hand in hers, squeezing to lend him strength. 'Promised to Renna there, in fact.' He nodded to Renna. 'Arlen's mam was cored, and he ran off.' He looked down at the table, and his voice grew tight. 'Always asking about the Free Cities, Arlen was. Like to think he mighta made it there'' He broke off, shaking his head as if to clear it.

'But you have this beautiful family now,' the Painted Man said, hoping to move the conversation toward something positive.

Jeph nodded, covering Ilain's hand in both of his and squeezing. 'I thank the Creator for them every day, but that don't mean I ent carrying a weight for those gone before.'

After breakfast, the Painted Man went out to the stables to check on Twilight Dancer, more to escape for a moment than for any need. He had just started to brush the horse down when the barn door opened and Renna came in. She cut an apple and held the halves out for Twilight Dancer to eat, stroking the stallion's flanks when she was done. He nickered softly.

'It was night when I came runnin' here, few days ago,' she said. 'Demons would've got me, Jeph hadn't crossed the wards and hit one with his axe.'

'Honest word'' the Painted Man asked, and felt a lump in his throat when she nodded.

'You're not going to tell him, are you'' she asked.

'Tell him what'' the Painted Man asked.

'That you're his son,' Renna said. 'That you're alive and well and you forgive him. He's waited so long. Why are you still punishing him when I can see forgiveness in your eyes''

'You know who I am'' he asked, surprised.

'Course I know!' Renna snapped. 'Ent stupid, no matter what everyone thinks. How would you've known about my da and what he done, you weren't Arlen Bales' How would you know Cobie was a bully, or which farm was Jeph's' Night, you strolled around the cupboards like it was still your house!'

'Din't mean for anyone to know,' the Painted Man said, suddenly realizing that his Brook accent, which he 'd dropped while living in Miln, had returned. It was an old Messenger's trick to put folk in the hamlets at ease, shifting accent to match theirs. He had done it a hundred times, but this time was different, like he 'd been doing the trick since he left and was finally speaking in his own voice again.

Renna kicked him hard in the shin. He yelped in pain.

'That's for thinkin' I din't know, and not sayin' anythin'!' she shouted, shoving him so hard he fell into the pile of hay at the back of the stall. 'Fourteen summers I waited for you! Always thought you'd come back for me. We was promised. But you din't come back for me at all, did you' Not even now! You was gonna just stop in and leave thinkin' no one knew!' She kicked at him again, and he scrambled quickly to his feet, moving to put Twilight Dancer between them.

She was right, of course. The same as his visit to Miln, he had thought he could look in on his old life without touching it, like removing a bandage to see if the wound underneath had healed. But truer was he had left those wounds to fester, and it was time they were bled.

'Five minutes' talk between our das don't make us promised, Ren,' he said.

'I
asked
my da to talk to Jeph,' Renna said. 'I told you we was promised then, and I said the words on the porch at sunset the day you left. That makes it so.'

But the Painted Man shook his head. 'Sayin' something at sunset doesn't make it so. I never promised to you, Renna. Everyone got a say that night but me.'

Renna looked at him, and there were tears in her eyes. 'Maybe you din't,' she conceded, 'but I did. It was the only thing I ever done that was really mine, and I ent gonna take it back. I knew it when we kissed, that we was meant to be.'

'But you'd have married Cobie Fisher,' he said, failing to keep some bitterness from his voice, 'who used to beat on me with his friends.'

'You fixed 'em for that,' Renna said. 'Cobie was always nice to me'' She sniffed, touching the necklace she wore. 'Din't even know you were alive, and I needed to get away''

He put his hand on her shoulder. 'I know, Ren. Din't mean it like that. Don't blame you for doing what you did. Just meant that nothing's 'meant to be.' We all just go through life doing what we think's best.'

She looked at him. 'I want to go with you when you leave. That's what I think's best.'

'You know what that means, Ren'' the Painted Man asked. 'I don't just hide behind a circle when the sun sets. Ent a safe life.'