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ip's biscuits to go with it； and a sour red wine。 I had not realized how hungry I was until the food was before me。 I was scraping my dish with a bit of biscuit when Chade asked me； 〃Better？〃
〃Much；〃 I said。 〃How about you？〃
〃Better；〃 he said； and looked at me with his familiar hawk's glance。 To my relief； he seemed totally recovered。 He pushed my dishes to one side and slid the map before me。 〃By evening；〃 he said； 〃we'll be here。 It'll be a nastier landing than the loading was。 If we're lucky； we'll get wind when we need it。 If not； we'll miss the best of the tide； and the current will be stronger。 We may end up swimming the horses to shore while we ride in the dory。 I hope not； but be prepared for it； just in case。 Once we land…〃
〃You smell of carris seed。〃 I said it； not believing my own words。 But I had caught the unmistakable sweet taint of the seed and oil on his breath。 I'd had carris…seed cakes； at Springfest； when everyone does； and I knew the giddy energy that even a sprinkling of the seed on a cake's top could bring。 Everyone celebrated Spring's Edge that way。 Once a year； what could it hurt？ But I knew； too； that Burrich had warned me never to buy a horse that smelled of carris seed at all。 And warned me further that if anyone were ever caught putting carris seed oil on any of our horses' grain； he'd kill him。 With his bare hands。
〃Do I？ Fancy that。 Now； I suggest that if you have to swim the horses； you put your shirt and cloak into an oilskin bag and give it to me in the dory。 That way you'll have at least that much dry to put on when we reach the beach。 From the beach； our road will…〃
〃Burrich says that once you've given it to an animal； it's never the same。 It does things to horses。 He says you can use it to win one race； or run down one stag； but after that； the beast will never be what it was。 He says dishonest horse traders use it to make an animal show well at a sale； it gives them spirit and brightens their eyes； but that soon passes。 Burrich says that it takes away all their sense of when they're tired； so they go on； past the time when they should have dropped from exhaustion。 Burrich told me that sometimes when the carris oil wears out； the horse just drops in its tracks。〃 The words spilled out of me； cold water over stones。
Chade lifted his gaze from the map。 He stared at me mildly。 〃Fancy Burrich knowing all that about carris seed。 I'm glad you listened to him so closely。 Now perhaps you'll be so kind as to give me equal attention as we plan the next stage of our journey。〃
〃But； Chade。。。〃
He transfixed me with his eyes。 〃Burrich is a fine horse master。 Even as a boy he showed great promise。 He is seldom wrong 。。。 when speaking about horses。 Now attend to what I am saying。 We'll need a lantern to get from the beach to the cliffs above。 The path is very bad； we may need to bring one horse up at a time。 But I am told it can be done。 From there； we go overland to Forge。 There isn't a road that will take us there quickly enough to be of any use。 It's hilly country； but not forested。 And we'll be going by night； so the stars will have to be our map。 I am hoping to reach Forge by midafternoon。 We'll go in as travelers； you and I。 That's all I've decided so far； the rest will have to be planned from hour to hour 。。。。〃
And the moment in which I could have asked him how he could use the seed and not die of it was gone； shouldered aside by his careful plans and precise details。 For half an hour more he lectured me on details； and then he sent me from the cabin； saying he had other preparations to make and that I should check on the horses and get what rest I could。
The horses were forward； in a makeshift rope enclosure on deck。 Straw cushioned the deck from their hooves and droppings。 A sour faced mate was mending a bit of railing that Sooty had kicked loose in the boarding。 He didn't seem disposed to talk； and the horses were as calm and fortable as could be expected。 I roved the deck briefly。 We were on a tidy little craft； an inter…island trader wider than she was deep。 Her shallow draft let her go up rivers or right onto beaches without damage； but her passage over deeper water left a lot to be desired。 She sidled along； with here a dip and there a curtsy； like a bundle…laden farm wife making her way through a crowded market。 We seemed to be the sole cargo。 A deckhand gave me a couple of apples to share with the horses； but little talk。 So after I had parceled out the fruit； I settled myself near them on their straw and took Chade's advice about resting。
The winds were kind to us； and the captain took us in closer to the looming cliffs than I'd have thought possible； but unloading the horses from the vessel was still an unpleasant task。 All of Chade's lecturing and warnings had not prepared me for the blackness of night on the water。 The lanterns on the deck seemed pathetic efforts； confusing me more with the shadows they threw than aiding me with their feeble light。 In the end； a deckhand rowed Chade to shore in the ship's dory。 I went overboard with the reluctant horses； for I knew Sooty would fight a lead rope and probably swamp the dory。 I clung to Sooty and encouraged her； trusting her mon sense to take us toward the dim lantern on shore。 I had a long line on Chade's horse； for I didn't want his thrashing too close to us in the water。 The sea was cold； the night was black； and if I'd had any sense； I'd have wished myself elsewhere； but there is something in a boy that takes the mundanely difficult and unpleasant and turns it into a personal challenge and an adventure。
I came out of the water dripping； chilled； and pletely exhilarated。 I kept Sooty's reins and coaxed Chade's horse in。 By the time I had them both under control； Chade was beside me； lantern in hand； laughing exultantly。 The dory man was already away and pulling for the ship。 Chade gave me my dry things； but they did little good pulled on over my dripping clothes。 〃Where's the path？〃 I asked； my voice shaking with my shivering。
Chade gave a derisive snort。 〃Path？ I had a quick look while you were pulling in my horse。 It's no path； it's no more than the course the water takes when it runs off down the cliffs。 But it will have to do。〃
It was a little better than he had reported； but not much。 It was narrow and steep and the gravel on it was loose underfoot。 Chade went before with the lantern。 I followed； with the horses in tandem。 At one point Chade's bay acted up； tugging back； throwing me off balance and nearly driving Sooty to her knees in her efforts to go in the other direction。 My heart was in my mouth until we reached the top of the cliffs。
Then the night and the open hillside spread out before us under the sailing moon and the stars scattered wide overhead； and the spirit of the challenge caught me up again。 I suppose it could have been Chade's attitude。 The carris seed made his eyes wide and bright； even by lantern light； and his energy； unnatural though it was； was infectious。 Even the horses seemed affected； snorting and tossing their heads。 Chade and I laughed dementedly as we adjusted harness and then mounted。 Chade glanced up to the stars and then around the hillside that sloped down before us。 With careless disdain he tossed our lantern to one side。
〃Away！〃 he announced to the night； and kicked the bay； who sprang forward。 Sooty was not to be outdone； and so I did as I had never dared before； galloping down unfamiliar terrain by night。 It is a wonder we did not all break our necks。 But there it is； sometimes luck belongs to children and madmen。 That night I felt we were both。
Chade led and I followed。 That night I grasped another piece of the puzzle that Burrich had always been to me。 For there is a very strange peace in giving over your judgment to someone else； to saying to them； 〃You lead and I will follow； and I will trust entirely that you will not lead me to death or harm。〃 That night； as we pushed the horses hard； and Chade steered us solely by the night sky； I gave no thought to what might befall us if we went astray from our bearing； or if a horse were injured by an unexpected slip。 I felt no sense of accountability for my actions。 Suddenly everything was easy and clear。 I simply did whatever Chade told me to do； and trusted to him to have it turn out right。 My spirit rode high on the crest of that wave of faith； and sometime during the night it occurred to me： This was what Burrich had gotten from Chivalry； and what he missed so badly。
We rode the entire night。 Chade breathed the horses； but not as often as Burrich would have。 And he stopped more than once to scan the night sky and then the horizon to be sure our course was true。 〃See that hill there； against the stars？ You can't see it too well； but I know it。 By light； it's shaped like a butter monger's cap。 Keeffashaw； it's called。 We keep it to the west of us。 Let's go。〃
Another time he paused on a hilltop。 I pulled in my horse beside his。 Chade sat still； very tall and straight。 He could have been carved of stone。 Then he lifted an arm and pointed。 His hand shook slightly。 〃See that ravine down there？ We've e a bit too far to the east。 We'll have to correct as we go。〃
The ravine was invisible to me； a darker slash in the dimness of the starlit landscape。 I wondered how he could have known it was there。 It was perhaps half an hour later that he gestured off to our left； where on a rise of land a single light twinkled。 〃Someone's up tonight in Woolcot；〃 he observed。 〃Probably the baker； putting early morning rolls to rise。〃 He half turned in his saddle and I felt more than saw his smile。 〃I was born less than a mile from here。 e； boy； let's ride。 I don't like to think of raiders so close to Woolcot。〃
And on we went； down a hillside so steep that I felt Sooty's muscles bunch as she leaned back on her haunches and more than half slid her way down。
Dawn was graying the sky before I smelled the sea again。 And it was still early when we crested a rise and looked down on the little village of Forge。 It was a poor place in some ways； the anchorage was good only on certain tides。 The rest of the time the ships had to anchor farther out and let small craft ply back and forth between them and shore。 About all that Forge had to keep it on the map was iron ore。 I had not expected to see a bustling city。 But neither was I prepared for the rising tendrils of smoke from blackened open…roofed buildings。 Somewhere an unmilked cow was lowing。 A few scuttled boats were just off the shore； their masts sticking up like dead trees。
Morning looked down on empty streets。 〃Where are the people？〃 I wondered aloud。
〃Dead； taken hostage； or hiding in the woods still。〃 There was a tightness in Chade's voice that drew my eyes to his face。 I was amazed at the pain I saw there。 He saw me staring at him and shrugged mutely。 〃The feeling that these folk belong to you； that their disaster is your failure 。。。 it will e to you as you grow。 It goes with the blood。〃 He left me to ponder that as he nudged his weary mount into a walk。 We threaded our way down the hill and into the town。
Going more slowly seemed to be the only caution Chade was taking。 There were two of us； weaponless； on tired horses； riding into a town where 。。。
〃The ship's gone； boy。 A raiding ship doesn't move without a full plement of rowers。 Not in the current off this piece of coast。 Which is another wonder。 How did they know our tides and currents well enough to raid here？ Why raid here at all？ To carry off iron ore？ Easier by far for them to pirate it off a trading ship。 It doesn't make sense； boy。 No sense at all。〃
Dew had settled heavily the night before。 There was a rising stench in the town； of burned wet homes。 Here and there a few still smoldered。 In front of some； possessions were strewn out into the street； but I did not know if the inhabitants had tried to save some of their goods； or if the raiders had begun to carry things off and then changed their minds。 A saltbox without a lid； several yards of green woolen goods； a shoe； a broken chair： the litter spoke mutely but eloquently of all that was homely and safe broken forever and t