Jo Clayton Dancers 02 Serpent Waltz

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Healer bitch did it. Like I thought. Why m I here anyway? Why n zhag m I
botherin with any a this? Sh d go back t army and fight like a man. Proggin
magic.
He nodded at her and walked on past, heading for the
Forest and the nearest way back to Bokivada.
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Mama Charody heeled the macai that Horse had charmed out of a field for
her and Doby into moving faster, caught up with Horse, and touched
Treshteny s arm, waking her from a pleasant dreamstate.
Yallor s just over the horizon, timeseer, we could be there before nightfall.
Is there any reason we shouldn t camp now and leave passing through till
tomorrow?
Treshteny wriggled in the hammock of Horse s back, waking Yela o who
squealed protest then jumped down and went trotting ahead along the road.
She looked vaguely around as if she d find the answer in the grass and trees
or the plants in neat rows in the fields on the far side of the road. Yela o
and Mama Charody were as solid and single as always, the macai was
a blur of shapes, fetus to skeleton, Doby the same, the ground was
crawling, wet and dry at once, gravel ghosts flying where
Horse and macai might be going to kick them but it was all ordinary,
nothing strange ... until she focused on the road ahead where Yela o was
cavort-ing, hitting at stones with a stick he d picked up some-where.
The thin gravel was swirling, flying off as if kicked by dozens of hooves;
dust boiled up, subsided a little, boiled again. The disturbance diminished
abruptly by a stand of trees; though small poufs and jumps continued on to end
at Horse s feet. She looked away.
Zdra? Charody s deep voice was impatient. What do you see?
I see the road and it seems to me that horses hooves are stirring it up. A
lot of horses. Or maybe not.
Where is this?
All along, far as my eye reaches. It lessens near those trees ahead.
As if we meet another force there?
Or not.
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And you feel no warning?
Except in a premoaning fit, I only measure what is before me. And the
premoaning comes when it will, not when I will it.
Then we ll camp and see what happens.
The girl on the tall black gelding sat easily in the sad-dle, looking down at
them, a half smile on her face. Be-hind her the dozen guards stared into the
distance, visibly not-listening. My name is Zayura,
she said. My father is the Galyeuk. The Healer s Children told me you were
coming.
Treshteny blinked at her. Among her phase-images was a pale child with a
twisted leg. She nodded, understand-ing what the girl hadn t said. And you
came.
I came. She swung down from the gelding, tossed the reins to one of the
guards and walked past
Treshteny and the others into the shadow under the trees, moving with a vigor
and ease that made the timeseer smile.
Charody took Treshteny s arm and with Doby trailing behind followed the girl
into the grove.
Zayura shrugged and a small green creature crept from her pocket to
perch on her shoulder, a horned and hoofed mouselet like a miniature
Yela o.
Yela o snorted and squeaked at the mouselet who squeaked back at him.
Zayura ignored them. I know why you travel south, she said. I want to
help.
Charody tugged at an ear, twisted her pleasantly ugly face into a
clown-grimace, then sighed. Most commend-able, but we ll be taking it slow
and easy and keeping our heads low.
I know. But I ve brought clothing, blankets, and a supply of food for you.
And some gold, not enough to weigh you down, but you might find it useful
now and then. And I mean to escort you through
Yallor. I know my Yallorese. A flash of white teeth and dark eyes
twin-kling. I m sure you could squelch any trouble, but if you want to
keep your heads down, it s better you don t have to.
She stepped close to Treshteny, took the seer s hands between her own. Look
at me, timeseer. Tell me what you see.
It s better not.
Tell me.
There s nothing certain. Do you understand that? I see possibility, not fact.
A tapestry with dangling threads that could make a hundred pictures.
Tell me.
Treshteny freed herself, reached out for support from Charody, closed her
hand about the older woman s arm and focused on Zayura stared a long moment
at the im-ages spreading before her like glass playing cards over-lapping so
that no image was totally clear stared and fainted.
A moment later she was looking up into the girl s frightened face. She smiled,
shook her head. Nay, it wasn t what I saw, it just takes me that way. Help me
up, will you? When she was on her feet again, she said, Are you sure you
want to hear this?
Zayura compressed her lips, then nodded. Yes. But alone, if I may!
Mama Charody held out her hand and the mouselet jumped onto her arm. She
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