Plain Kate

Plain Kate

erin bow

arthur a. levine books

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Copyright © 2010 by Erin Bow

Jacket art © 2010 by Juliana Koleslova

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Bow, Erin.

Plain Kate / by Erin Bow.—1st. ed.

p. cm.

Summary: Plain Kate’s odd appearance and expertise as a woodcarver cause some to think of her a witch, but friendship with a talking cat and, later, with humans help her to survive and even thrive in a world of magic, charms, and fear.

ISBN 978-0-545-16664-5 (hardcover : alk. paper)

[1. Fantasy. 2. Wood carving—Fiction. 3. Cats—Fiction. 4. Human-animal relationships—Fiction. 5. Witchcraft—Fiction. 6. Magic—Fiction. 7. Orphans—Fiction.]

I. Title.

PZ7.B67167Pl 2010

[Fic]–dc22

2009032652

Printed in the U.S.A. 23

First edition, September 2010

Book design by Lillie Howard

The author gratefully acknowledges the support of the Ontario Arts Council

To the memory of my sister Wendy–

artist, friend, and fierce good soul

contents

one: The Skara Rok

two: The Stranger

three: The Fish, the Axe, and the Bargain

four: The Roamers

five: The Road and the Rain

six: Secrets and Roses

seven: Toila

eight: The Bog Camp

nine: The Bear Cage

ten: The Punt, the Pool, and the Empty Road

eleven: A Ghost in the River

twelve: Fog

thirteen: Shadow

fourteen: Blood and Questions

fifteen: The Abandoned Country

sixteen: The Peace of Lov

seventeen: The Stone City

eighteen: An Exchange of Gifts

nineteen: The Names of the Dead

one

the

skara rok

A long time ago, in a market town by a looping river, there lived an orphan girl called Plain Kate.

She was called this because her father had introduced her to the new butcher, saying: “This is my beloved Katerina Svetlana, after her mother who died birthing her and God rest her soul, but I call her just plain Kate.” And the butcher, swinging a cleaver, answered: “That’s right enough, Plain Kate she is, plain as a stick.” A man who treasured humor, especially his own, the butcher repeated this to everyone. After that, she was called Plain Kate. But her father called her Kate, My Star.

Plain Kate’s father, Piotr, was a wood-carver. He gave Kate a carving knife before most children might be given a spoon. She could whittle before she could walk. When she was still a child, she could carve a rose that strangers would stop to smell, a dragonfly that a trout would rise to strike.

In Kate’s little town of Samilae, people thought that there was magic in a knife. A person who could wield a knife well was, in their eyes, halfway to a witch. So Plain Kate was very small the first time someone spat at her and crooked their fingers.

Her father sat her down and spoke to her with great seriousness. “You are not a witch, Katerina. There is magic in the world, and some of it is wholesome, and some of it is not, but it is a thing that is in the blood, and it is not in yours.

“The foolish will always treat you badly, because they think you are not beautiful,” he said, and she knew this was true. Plain Kate: She was plain as a stick, and thin as a stick, and flat as a stick. She had one eye the color of river mud and one eye the color of the river. Her nose was too long and her brows were too strong. Her father kissed her twice, once above each eyebrow. “We cannot help what fools think. But understand, it is your skill with a blade that draws this talk. If you want to give up your carving, you have my blessing.”

“I will never give it up,” she answered.

And he laughed and called her his Brave Star, and taught her to carve even better.

They were busy. Everyone in that country, no matter how poor, wore a talisman called an objarka. Those who could, hung larger objarka on horse stalls and doorposts and above their marriage beds. No lintel was uncarved in that place; walls bore saints in niches; and roads were marked with little shrines on posts, which housed sometimes saints, and sometimes older, stranger things. Plain Kate’s father was even given the honor of replacing Samilae’s weizi, the great column at the center of the market that showed the town’s angels and coat of arms, and at the top, supported the carved wooden roof that sheltered the carved wooden gods. The new weizi was such a good work that the guild masters sent a man from Lov to see it. The man made Kate’s father a full master on the spot.