us break casks and drink to the dead. Let us tell the tales of them we love most, and laugh, for life is precious, and not to be wasted. We can save our tears for when we sit behind our wards tonight.’
‘That’s our Tender,’ Elona muttered. ‘Any excuse to break open a cask.’
‘Now, dear,’ Erny said, patting her hand, ‘he means well.’
‘The coward defends the drunk, of course,’ Elona said, pulling her hand away. ‘Steave rushes into burning houses, and my husband cringes with the women.’
‘I was in the bucket line!’ Erny protested. He and Steave had been rivals for Elona, and it was said that his winning of Elona was more to do with his purse than her heart.
‘Like a woman,’ Elona agreed, eyeing the muscular Steave across the crowd.
It was always like this. Leesha wished she could shut her ears to them. She wished the corelings had taken her mother, instead of seven good people. She wished her father would stand up to her for once; for himself, if not his daughter. She wished she would flower soon, so she could go with Gared and leave them both behind.
Those too old or young to fight the flames had prepared a great meal for the village, and they laid it out as the others sat, too exhausted to move, and stared at the smouldering ashes.
But the fires were out, the wounded bandaged and healing, and there were hours before sunset. The Tender’s words took the guilt from those relieved to be alive, and Smitt’s strong Hollow ale did the rest. It was said that Smitt’s ale could cure any woe, and there was much to cure. Soon the long tables rang with laughter at stories of those who had passed from the world.
Gared sat a few tables away with his friends Ren and Flinn, their wives, and his other friend Evin. The other boys, all woodcutters, were older than Gared by a few years, but Gared was bigger than all save Ren, and it seemed he would surpass even him before his growing was done. Of the group, Evin alone was unpromised, and many girls eyed him, despite his short temper.
The older boys teased Gared relentlessly, especially about Leesha. She wasn’t happy to be forced to sit with her parents, but sitting with Gared while Ren and Flinn made lewd suggestions and Evin picked fights was often worse.
After they had eaten their share, Tender Michel and Child Jona rose from the table, carrying a large platter of food to the Holy House, where Darsy looked after Bruna and the wounded. Leesha excused herself to help them. Gared spotted the move and rose to join her, but no sooner had she stood than she was swept off by Brianne, Saira, and Mairy, her closest friends.
‘Is it true what happened?’ Saira asked, pulling her left arm.
‘Everyone’s saying you knocked Darsy down and saved Hag Bruna!’ Mairy said, pulling her right. Leesha looked back helplessly at Gared, and allowed herself to be led away.
‘The grizzly bear can wait his turn,’ Brianne told her.
‘Yull come second to them girls even after yur married, Gared!’ Ren cried, causing his friends to roar with laughter and pound the table. The girls ignored them, spreading their skirts and sitting on the grass, away from the increasing noise, as their elders drained cask after cask.
‘Gared’s gonna be hearing that one awhile,’ Brianne laughed. ‘Ren bet five klats he won’t get to kiss you before dusk, much less a good grope.’ At sixteen, she was already two years a widow, but had no shortage of suitors. She said it was because she knew a wife’s tricks. She lived with her father and two older brothers, woodcutters, and was mother to them all.
‘Unlike some people, I don’t invite every passing boy to grope me,’ Leesha said, bringing a mock look of indignation from Brianne.
‘I’d let Gared grope if I was promised to him,’ Saira said. She was fifteen, with cropped brown hair and freckles on her chipmunk cheeks. She had been promised to a boy last year, but the corelings had taken him and her father in a single night.
‘I wish I was promised,’ Mairy complained. She was gaunt at fourteen years, with a hollow face and a prominent nose. She was full flowered, but despite the efforts of her parents, not yet promised. Elona called her scarecrow. ‘No man will want to put a child between those bony hips,’ she had sneered once, ‘lest the scarecrow crack in two when the babe breaks.’
‘It will happen soon enough,’ Leesha told her. She was the youngest of the group at thirteen, but the others seemed to centre on her. Elona said it was because she was prettier and better moneyed, but Leesha could never believe her friends so petty.
‘Did you really beat Darsy with a stick?’ Mairy asked.
‘It didn’t happen like that,’ Leesha said. ‘Darsy made some mistake, and Bruna started hitting her with her stick. Darsy tried to back away, and walked right into me. We both fell down, and Bruna kept hitting her until she ran off.’
‘If she’d hit me with a stick, I’da hit her right back,’ Brianne said. ‘Da says Bruna’s a witch, and she slaps stomachs with demons in her hut at night.’
‘That’s disgusting nonsense!’ Leesha snapped.
‘Then why’s she live so far from town?’ Saira demanded. ‘And how is it she’s still alive when her grandchildren are dead of old age?’
‘Because she’s an Herb Gatherer,’ Leesha said, ‘and you don’t find herbs growing in the centre of town. I helped her today, and it was amazing. I thought half the people brought to her were too hurt to live, but she saved every one.’
‘Did you see her cast spells on them?’ Mairy asked excitedly.
‘She’s not a witch!’ Leesha said. ‘She did it all with herbs and knives and thread.’
‘She cut people?’ Mairy said in disgust.
‘Witch,’ Brianne said. Saira nodded.
Leesha gave them all a sour look, and they quieted. ‘She didn’t just go around cutting people,’ Leesha said. ‘She healed them. It was … I can’t explain it. Old as she is, she never stopped working until she treated everyone. It was like she kept on by will alone. She collapsed right after she treated the last one.’
‘And that’s when you saved her?’ Mairy asked.
Leesha nodded. ‘She gave me the cure just before the coughing started. Really, all I did was brew it. I held her until the coughing stopped, and that’s when everyone found us.’
‘You touched her?’ Brianne made a face. ‘I bet she stunk of sour milk and weeds.’
‘Creator!’ Leesha cried. ‘Bruna saved a dozen lives today, and all you can do is mock!’
‘Goodness,’ Brianne quipped, ‘Leesha saves the hag, and suddenly her paps are too big for her corset.’ Leesha scowled. She was the last of her friends to bloom, and her breasts, or lack thereof, were a sore spot for her.
‘You used to say the same things about her, Leesh,’ Saira said.
‘Maybe so, but not any more,’ Leesha said. ‘She may be a mean old woman, but she deserves better.’
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