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road。 They looked weary； their leaves dulled with a patina of dust kicked up by the cartwheels。 The evening was very quiet； the late traffic had already wound its way into the city。 The forests blurred grey in the distance； and then dark。 From the greyness an owl woke and sang a riddle。
They began to ride again。 The sky turned black； and the moon rose； spilling a milky light through the forest。 They rode the moon high； until their shadows rode beneath them on a tangle of black leaves。 Then Morgon found the leaves blurring together into one vast darkness under his eyes。 He reined； Raederle stopped beside him。
There was the sound of water not far away。 Morgon； his face coated with a mask of dust； said tiredly； 〃I remember。 I crossed a river； ing south out of Wind Plain。 It must follow the road。〃 He turned his horse off the road。 〃We can camp there。〃
They found it not far from the road； a shallow streak of silver in the moonlight。 Raederle sank down at the foot of a tree while Morgon unsaddled the horses and let them drink。 He brought their packs and blankets to a clear space among the fern。 Then he sat down beside Raederle； dropped his head in his arms。
〃I'm not used to riding； either；〃 he said。 She took her hat off； rested her head against him。
〃A plow horse；〃 she murmured。 She fell asleep where she sat。 Morgon put his arm around her。 For a while he stayed awake； listening。 But he heard only the secret noises of hunting animals； the breath of owl's wings； and as the moon set； his eyes closed。
They woke to the blaze of the summer sun and the tortured groan of cartwheels。 By the time they had eaten； washed； and made their way back to the road； it was filled with carts； traders on horseback with their packs； farmers taking produce or animals from outlying farms into Caithnard； men and women with retinues and packhorses making the long journey； for indiscernible reasons； across the realm to Lungold。 Morgon and Raederle eased their horses into the slow； rhythmic pace that would wear the monotonous； six…weeks journey to its ending。 Riding in traffic varying between pigs and rich lords； they were not conspicuous。 Morgon discouraged traders' idle conversation； responding grumpily to their overtures。 Once he startled Raederle by cursing a rich merchant who mented on her face。 The man looked angry a moment； his hand tightening on his riding crop； then； glancing at Morgon's patched boots and the sweat beading his dusty face； he laughed； nodded to Raederle； and passed on。 Raederle rode in silence； her head bowed； her reins bunched in one fist。 Morgon； wondering what she was thinking； reached across and touched tier lightly。 She looked at him； her face filmed with dust and weariness。
He said softly； 〃This is your choice。〃 She met his eyes without answering。 She sighed finally； and her grip on the reins loosened。 〃Do you know the ninety…nine curses the witch Madir set on a man for stealing one of her pigs？〃
〃No。〃
〃I'll teach you。 In six weeks you might run out of curses。〃
〃Raederle。。。〃
〃Stop asking me to be reasonable。〃
〃I didn't ask you！〃
''You asked me with your eyes。〃
He swept a hand through his hair。 〃You are so unreasonable sometimes that you remind me of me。 Teach me the ninety…nine curses。 I'll have something to think about while I'm eating road dust all the way to Lungold。〃
She was silent again； her face hidden under the shadow of her hat brim。 〃I'm sorry；〃 she said。 〃The merchant frightened me。 He might have hurt you。 I know I am a danger to you； but I didn't realize it before。 But Morgon； I can't。。。 I can't！〃
〃So。 Run from your shadow。 Maybe you'll succeed better than I did。〃 Her face turned away from him。 He rode without speaking； watching the sun burn across bands of metal on wine barrels ahead of them。 He put a hand over his eyes finally； to shut out the hot flare of light。 〃Raederle；〃 he said in the darkness； 〃I don't care。 Not for myself。 If there is a way to keep you safely with me； I'll find it。 You are real； beside me。 I can touch you。 I can love you。 For a year； in that mountain； I never touched anyone。 There is nothing I can see ahead of me that I could love。 Even the children who named me are dead。 If you had chosen to wait for me in Anuin； I would be wondering what the wait would be worth for either of us。 But you're with me； and you drag my thoughts out of a hopeless future always back to this moment； back to you； so that I can find some perverse contentment even in swallowing road dust。〃 He looked at her。 〃Teach me the ninety…nine curses。〃
〃I can't。〃 He could barely hear her voice。 〃You made me forget how to curse。〃
But he coaxed them from her later； to while away the long afternoon。 She taught him sixty…four curses before twilight fell； a varied； detailed list that covered the pig thief from hair to toenails； and eventually transformed him into a boar。 They left the road then； found the river fifty yards from it。 There were no inns or villages nearby； so the travellers moving at the same pace down the long road were camped all around them。 The evening was full of distant laughter； music； the smell of wood burning； meat roasting。 Morgon went upriver a way； caught fish with his hands。 He cleaned them； stuffed them with wild onions； and brought them back to their camp。 Raederle had bathed and started a fire； she sat beside it； bing her wet hair。 Seeing her in the circle of her light； stepping into it himself and watching her lower her b and smile； he felt ninety…nine curses at his own ungentleness march into his throat。 She saw it in his face； her expression changing as he knelt beside her。 He set the fish； wrapped in leaves； at her feet like an offering。 Her fingers traced his cheekbone and his mouth。
He whispered； 〃I'm sorry。〃
〃For what？ Being right？ What did you bring me？〃 She opened a leaf wonderingly。 〃Fish。〃 He cursed himself again； silently。 She lifted his face in her hands and kissed him again and again； until the dust and weariness of the day vanished from his mind； and the long road burned like a streak of light among his memories。
Later； after they had eaten； they lay watching the fire； and she taught him the rest of the curses。 They had transformed the legendary thief into a boar； all but for his ears and eyeteeth and ankles； the last three curses； when a slow； tentative harping rippled across the night； mingling with the river's murmuring。 Morgon； listening to it； did not realize Raederle was speaking to him until she put her hand on his shoulder。 He jumped。 〃Morgon。〃
He rose abruptly； stood at the edge of the firelight； staring into the night。 His eyes grew accustomed to the moonlight； he saw random fires lighting the great； tormented faces of oak。 The air was still； the voices and music frail in the silence。 He quelled a sudden； imperative impulse to snap the harp strings with a thought； let peace fall again over the night。 Raederle said behind him； 〃You never harp。〃 He did not answer。 The harping ceased after a while； he drew a slow breath and moved again。 He turned to find Raederle sitting beside the fire； watching him。 She said nothing until he dropped down beside her。 Then she said again； 〃You never harp；〃 〃I can't harp here。 Not on this road。〃 〃Not on the road； not on that ship when you did nothing for four days。。。〃
〃Someone might have heard it。〃 〃Not in Hed； not in Anuin； where you were safe。。。〃 〃I'm never safe。〃
〃Morgon；〃 she breathed incredulously。 〃When are you going to learn to use that harp？ It holds your name； maybe your destiny； it's the most beautiful harp in the realm； and you have never even shown it to me。〃
He looked at her finally。 〃I'll learn to play it again when you learn to change shape。〃 He lay back。 He did not see what she did to the fire； but it vanished abruptly； as if the night had dropped on it like a stone。 He slept uneasily； always aware of her turning beside him。 He woke once； wanting to shake her awake； explain； argue with her； but her face； remote in the moonlight； stopped him。 He turned； pushed one arm against his eyes； and fell asleep again。 He woke again abruptly； for no reason； though something he had heard or sensed； a fragment of a dream before be woke； told him there was reason。 He saw the moon drifting deeper into the night。 Then something rose before him； blotting out the moon。
He shouted。 A hand came down over his mouth。 He kicked out and heard an anguished grunt。 He rolled to his feet。 Something smacked against his face； spun him jarringly into a tree trunk。 He heard Raederle cry out in pain and fear； and he snapped a streak of fire into the embers。
The light flared over half a dozen burly figures dressed like traders。 One of them held Raederle's wrists； she looked frightened； bewildered in the sudden light。 The horses were stirring； nickering； shadows moving about them； untethering them。 Morgon moved toward them quickly。 An elbow slammed into his ribs； he hunched over himself； muttering the fifty…ninth curse with the last rag of his breath。 The thief gripping him； wrenching him straight； shouted hoarsely in shock and shambled away