Back Dreamer's Pool
Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. About Dreamer's Pool
  3. Title page
  4. Contents
  5. Dedication
  6. Character List
  7. 1 Blackthorn
  8. 2 Grim
  9. 3 Oran
  10. 4 Blackthorn
  11. 5 Grim
  12. 6 Oran
  13. 7 Blackthorn
  14. 8 Grim
  15. 9 Oran
  16. 10 Blackthorn
  17. 11 Grim
  18. 12 Oran
  19. 13 Blackthorn
  20. 14 Oran
  21. 15 Blackthorn
  22. 16 Oran
  23. 17 Blackthorn
  24. 18 Grim
  25. 19 Oran
  26. 20 Blackthorn
  27. 21 Grim
  28. 22 Oran
  29. 23 Grim
  30. 24 Blackthorn
  31. 25 Oran
  32. 26 Grim
  33. 27 Blackthorn
  34. 28 Grim
  35. 29 Oran
  36. 30 Blackthorn
  37. 31 Grim
  38. 32 Blackthorn
  39. 33 Oran
  40. 34 Grim
  41. 35 Blackthorn
  42. 36 Grim
  43. 37 Oran
  44. 38 Blackthorn
  45. 39 Oran
  46. 40 Grim
  47. 41 Blackthorn
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. About Juliet Marillier
  50. Also by Juliet Marillier
  51. Copyright page

We walk on in silence. Blackthorn’s in a hurry. She keeps looking over her shoulder as if she wants to set space between us and the farm as fast as she can. It’s only when we’re away from the fields and up into some scrubby woods that she slows down and draws breath. I don’t ask questions. A lot later, when we stop for a rest by a stream, she says, ‘I saw that woman giving you something.’

‘Mm-hm.’ I fish the little bag out of my pack, open it and find a purse of coppers, which from folk like them is a lot. And there’s a slab of bread and cheese, wrapped in a cloth. I pass the purse to Blackthorn and divide the food in two.

‘Keep them,’ she says, handing the coppers back. ‘It’s your reward, not mine.’

‘Ours,’ I say, giving her a share of the bread and cheese.

She opens her mouth to make a sharp remark – I see this in her eyes – and shuts it again without a word. We eat in silence. I tuck the purse back into my pack.

‘Next market we pass, I’ll buy you a kerchief.’

Blackthorn’s got nothing to say to this. Instead she asks, ‘Why were you sick? After everything we’ve seen, what could be so hard about watching a man get his leg splinted?’

‘Got eyes in the back of your head, have you?’ It comes out as a growl, and it shuts her up, at least for now. One thing’s sure: the story of Strangler and the others is going to stay where it belongs, deep down where nobody can hear it. Nothing will hurt her. Nothing will harm her. I’ll hold to that if it kills me.

6 Oran

6

~ORAN~

I was with Donagan in the yard when my father’s messenger came to Winterfalls. Knowing he would not send a rider in haste unless the matter was urgent, I told my companion to continue the task in hand, which was to check on the progress of the stable extension. I sent the messenger off to the kitchens for refreshment, and took myself into the house to read the missive in my private quarters, alone. It could not be a death, a grave illness, a serious accident; news of that kind would not come in writing, nor would it be delivered by anyone but a senior councillor.