Терри Брукс - Jarka Ruus
He was taking a chance, risking everything. He was neither happy nor sad about it, felt neither guilt nor satisfaction. Such things didn't matter to a boy who thought he was in love. What mattered was that Cinnaminson was waiting, and the thought of her drove every other consideration from his mind. His excitement gave him courage and determination. It gave him a sense of invulnerability. Whatever happened, he was a match for it. His certainty was so complete that he never stopped to question whether his bravado might be playing him false. On that night, there was no place in his heart for rational thinking.
He reached the waterfront and began working his way down the docks. New ships had arrived, some of them bigger than anything he had ever seen. He looked closely for the Galaphile as he went, but did not see her. Nor did he see Terek Molt or any other Druids. Loading and unloading went on about him, unceasing, unending, and all seemed as it should.
When he reached the Skatelow, he moved into the shadows across from her, staying well back from the light. There was no sign of life aboard. Even the storm lamps were extinguished. The boarding ladder was pulled up, signaling that visitors were unwelcome. On the piers to either side, similarly darkened ships lay at rest, sleeping birds awaiting the dawn.
Pen eased along the wall of the warehouse that fronted the slip, then moved just to the edge of the light that pooled down from the lamps hung over the entrance doors. He stood there, undecided, searching the contours of the Skatelow for signs of life.
Then he saw her. She appeared all at once, beckoning to him, knowing somehow that he was there. He took a chance, his throat tightening with anticipation. He stepped into the light, crossed the dock to the mooring slip, and stopped just below where she stood.
«Cinnaminson," he said.
Her blind gaze shifted and her hair shimmered in the moonlight. «Wait," she whispered. She moved at once to the ladder and dropped it over the side. «Come up. They're all in town at the ale houses and won't be back before dawn. We're alone.»
He did as she said, climbing the ladder and hauling himself aboard. He stood on the decking in front of her, and she reached to take his hands. «I knew you would come," she said.
«I couldn't stay away.»
She released his hands and pulled the ladder back aboard. «Sit with me over here, out of the light. If they come, they need me to lower the ladder to let them aboard. By then, you can be over the side.»
She led him to the far side of the pilot box, where the shadows were deepest, and they sat down with their shoulders touching and their backs to the low wall. Her milky eyes turned to find him.
«Let's not tell each other any lies tonight," she whispered. «Let's tell each other only truths.»
He nodded. «All right. Who goes first?»
«I do. It was my idea.» She leaned close. «Papa knows who you are, Penderrin Ohmsford. He knew Ahren Elessedil was a Druid after what happened during the flit attack, and he found out the rest from asking around the docks. He didn't give you away, or let on that you were passengers on the Skatelow, but he knows.»
Her smooth features were tight with trepidation and uncertainty, her chin lifted as if to take a blow. Pen touched her cheek. «Ahren told us this might happen. It isn't unexpected. But he had to reveal himself if he was to save us.»
«Papa knows this, and he doesn't forget such favors. I don't think he intends you harm. But I don't always understand how he thinks, either.» She took his hands again. «Will you tell me where you are staying? So that if I discover you are in danger, I can warn you?»
He hesitated. It was the one thing he had been ordered not to reveal, no matter what. He had promised to keep it a secret. And now Cinnaminson was asking him to violate his trust. It was a terrible moment, and his decision was made impulsively.
«We are lodged at Fisherman's Lie, about half a mile into the city.» He squeezed her fingers. «But how will you find us, even if you need to? You'll have to ask for help, and that's too dangerous.»
She smiled. «Let me tell you another truth, Penderrin. I can find you anytime I want, because even though I am blind, I can see with my mind. I have always been able to do so. It is the way I was born—with a different kind of sight. I travel with Papa because I can see better than he can in darkness and in mist and fog, bad weather, storms of all sorts. I can navigate by seeing with my mind what is hidden to his eyes. That's why he can go into places others cannot—across the Lazareen, into the Slags, places cloaked by weather and gloom. It's like a picture that appears behind my eyes of everything around me. It doesn't work so well in daylight, although I can see well enough to find my way about. But at night, it is clear and sharp. Papa didn't know I could do this, at first. When Mama died, he began taking me to sea rather than leaving me with her relatives. He never liked them or they him. Having me travel with him was less trouble than finding someone he trusted to raise me at home. I was still very young. I thought I was being given a chance to prove I was worth keeping. I wanted him to love me so that he wouldn't give me up. So I showed him how I could read the sky when no one else could. He understood my gift, and he began using me to navigate. I let him do so because it made me feel secure. I was useful, and so I believed he would keep me.»
She paused. «Papa doesn't want anyone to know this. Only the two men who serve as crew know, and they are his cousins. Both are sworn to secrecy. He is protective of me; I am his daughter and helpmeet. But I am also his good–luck charm. Sometimes, he isn't clear on the difference. I think he loves me, but he doesn't know what loving someone really means.»
She reached out and cupped his face in her hands. «There. I've given you a gift—a truth no one else has ever heard.»
He took her hands in his own and squeezed them gently. «You've kept this to yourself a long time. Why are you telling someone now, after so long? Why disobey your father's wishes like that? I wouldn't have minded if you had kept it secret.»
She freed her hands, and her fingers brushed at her hair and face like tiny wings. «I am tired of not being able to talk about it with anyone. Not talking about it is like pretending I am someone other than who I really am. I have been looking for someone to tell this to. I chose you because I think we are the same. We are both keeping secrets.»
«I guess that's so," he said. He sat back against the pilot box wall. «Now it's my turn to tell you a secret. I hardly know where to begin, I have so many. You know who I am, but you don't know what I am doing here.»
«I can guess," she said. «The Ard Rhys is your aunt. You are here because of her. But the Druids say you are in danger. They say that what happened to her might happen to you if you are not found and brought to them. Is that true?»
He shook his head. «I'm in danger, but mostly from them. Some of them are responsible for what's happened to her. If they find me, I might end up the same way. I escaped them when they came looking for me in Patch Run. So now I'm running away.»
«Are you looking for your parents?»
«I'm looking for my aunt. It's complicated.» He paused. «We promised to tell each other truths tonight, so let me tell you one. You have a kind of magic that no one else has. So do I. Like you, I was born with it. It is probably a part of the magic my father inherited, something that's been passed down through the Ohmsford bloodline for generations. Only, mine is different.»
He exhaled softly, searching for a way to explain. «I can tell what plants and animals are feeling and sometimes thinking. They don't talk to me exactly, but they communicate anyway. They tell me things with their sounds and movements. For instance, I know if they're afraid or angry and what causes them to be so.»
«Your gift is not so different from my own," she said. «You can see things that are hidden from other people and you can see them without using your eyes. We are alike, aren't we?»
He leaned forward. «Except that I am free and you are not. Why is that, Cinnaminson? Could you leave your father if you wanted? Could you go somewhere else and have a different life?»
It was such an impulsive question that he surprised himself by asking it. Worse, he had nothing beyond encouragement to offer if she answered yes. What could he do to help her in his present circumstances? He couldn't take her with him, not where he was going. He couldn't offer to aid her while Ahren was so determined not to aggravate Gar Hatch.
She laughed softly. «Such a bold question, Penderrin. What should I do? Leave my Papa and run away with you? A blind girl and a fugitive boy?»
«I guess it sounds silly," he admitted. «I shouldn't have asked.»
«Why not?» she pressed, surprising him. «Do you care for me?»
«You don't have to ask that.»
«Then you must care about me, too. So it seems right to want an answer. I like it that you do. Yes, I want a different life. I have looked for it. But you are the first to whom I have talked about it. You are the first to ask.»
He stared at her face, at her smooth features, at the smile that curved her lips, at her strange blank eyes. What he felt for her in that instant transcended love. He might say that he loved her, but he didn't know all that much about love, so saying it wouldn't mean anything. It was only a word to him; he was still only a boy. But this other feeling, the one that was more than love, encompassed whole worlds. It whispered of connection and sharing, of confidences and truths like the ones they had told each other tonight. It promised small moments that would never be forgotten and larger ones that could change lives.
What could he give her that would tell her this? He struggled to find an answer, lost in a sea of confusing emotions. Her hands were holding his again, her fingers making small circles against his skin. She wasn't saying anything. She was waiting for him to speak first.
«If you were to decide you wanted to leave your father, I would help you," he said finally. «If you wanted to come away with me, I would let you. I don't know how that could happen. I only know that I would find a way.»
She lowered her head just enough that the shadows grazed her face and hid her expression. «Would you come for me wherever I was, Pen? It is a bold thing to ask, but I am asking it anyway. Would you come for me?»
«Wherever you are, whenever you have need," he whispered.
She smiled, her face lifting back into the light. «That is all I need to know.» She sat back and turned her face to the starlit sky. «Enough of making promises and telling truths. Let's just sit together for a little while and listen to the night.»
They did so, side by side, not saying anything, their hands in their laps, their shoulders and hips touching. The sounds of the waterfront rolled over them in small bursts and slow meanderings, brief intrusions from a place that seemed far away. The night turned colder, and Pen wrapped them both in his cloak, putting his arm around her to lend his warmth, feeling her small form melt against him.
After a time, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. «You must leave now. It grows late. They will return. Go back to your room and sleep.» She kissed him again. «Come again tomorrow, if you can. I will be waiting.»
He rose and walked with her to the ladder, scanning the dock for signs of approaching Rovers. The docks were empty now. She lowered the ladder for him, and he climbed down. He stood looking up at her as she pulled it away again, then he turned and went down the waterfront.
