Taking Flight

If Irith had left by the window, she must have flown. He leaned out, so as to see past the overhanging eaves, and studied the sky. He could see no sign of her, but that meant little, given his limited area of view.

He shrugged and ducked back inside, whacking his head loudly on the frame. He swore.

Asha was still soundly asleep. He marvelled at her ability to slumber so long and so soundly.

Irith had said he should see about breakfast, so presumably she wouldn’t be gone long. He sat down on the edge of the bed to wait.

Sitting and doing nothing, when one is recently awakened and hungry, is not much fun. Kelder looked around, bored, but there was nothing of any interest in the little room. At least, nothing except Asha. He studied her face as she lay sleeping.

She was a skinny little thing, and he realized suddenly that the big dark area on one cheek that he had taken for a smudge of dirt was a half-healed bruise. He leaned over and looked her over more closely.

She was wearing only a cotton shift; he lifted the sheet and investigated.

Her arms bore bruises old and new; so did her legs, and, he saw with dismay, her throat. There were old scars on her legs, as well-something had done considerably worse than mere bruises once.

Kelder frowned, and pulled the sheet back in place.

“Is something wrong?” Irith asked.

Kelder started, and whirled.

She was standing by the window, looking just as if she had never left.

“I didn’t see you come in,” he said. He hadn’t heard wings, either, he realized.

“You weren’t supposed to,” she replied, smiling.

He smiled back, a little uneasily. Marriage to Irith would probably be full of surprises. “Breakfast downstairs any time you’re ready,” he said.

Her smile vanished. “Thank you,” she said, “but I think we might want to skip it.”

“Why?” he asked, startled.

“Because the caravan has already left, and I think they’re already out of sight of Angarossa Castle; at least, I couldn’t see them anywhere, and the stablemaster at the caravanserai said they left over an hour ago.”

“How far did you look?” Kelder asked.

She shrugged. “I didn’t go very high,” she admitted. “I didn’t want to attract too much attention. But I can’t see them from the roof of the inn.”

Kelder frowned again. He looked down at Asha, up at Irith, past her at the window.

“Forget it,” he said. “We’ll catch up with them eventually. She needs her rest, and I need breakfast.”

“All right,” Irith said, with evident relief. “I didn’t really want to argue with them about somebody’s head, anyway.” She made a face at the thought.

Kelder noticed that she seemed to have concluded that they would be leaving the caravan alone, which was neither what he had said nor what he had intended, but he didn’t bother to correct her.

“All right,” he said. “Let’s go eat.” He saw Irith glance toward Asha, and added, “Let her sleep.”

Irith nodded, and the two of them walked downstairs, hand in hand.

As they ate, Kelder considered the signs of battering on Asha’s body. Had Irith noticed them? Were the bandits responsible? If not, who was? Were those marks the reason she had left home, and why she would not speak of it?

“What will happen to the bodies?” he asked Irith.

She looked up from her egg. “What?” she asked.

“The bodies of the bandits-the caravan just left them all lying there by the highway. What will happen to them?”

Irith shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “I guess they’ll just lie there.”

“Until they rot?”

She shrugged again.

“That won’t make that stretch of highway very pleasant,” Kelder pointed out.

Reluctantly, Irith answered, “There are … well, you know, animals and stuff.”

That was even worse. “Shouldn’t someone do something about them?” Kelder asked.

“Like who?” Irith asked. “I mean, if they have families somewhere and they find out, I guess they could do something, or maybe if King Caren decides it’s a good idea his soldiers could bury them or something.”

“What about Asha’s brother?” The idea of doing a good deed, of freeing the trapped soul, still appealed to Kelder.

“What about Asha’s brother? Are you really going to try to do something about him? Kelder, the caravan is gone, they aren’t there, and I don’t think they left her brother’s head sitting on a table somewhere!”

“We can catch up with them,” Kelder insisted. “They don’t move very fast.”

“And if we do that, what’s going to be happening to the rest of him? I mean, gross, Kelder!”

“Maybe we could go back and do something…”

“And then the caravan will get so far ahead we’ll never catch it, and it isn’t any of our business anyway, Kelder, so just forget it, all right?”

“No,” said an unsteady voice from behind.

Irith turned; Asha was standing on the stairs in her shift, listening to them.

“Oh…” Irith said.