Spells. What absolute rot.
She turned away from indulging in those thoroughly useless thoughts and focused on the man standing in front of her. Acair of Ceangail shoved aside another gangly youth, then joined her in leaning against the pub wall, as far out of the press of humanity as possible.
“Any trouble?” he asked.
“Nothing noteworthy,” she said, “though I’m probably not the right one to judge that.” She glanced at him. “I’ve never seen so many people in one place in my life and ’tis only dawn.”
He pushed his hood back from his face. “It is an easy place in which to lose oneself, true. In your case, though, I can see why nothing would aid you in escaping the attentions of every lad in the area.”
She ignored the flattery, mostly because the memory of their thoroughly unpleasant journey to their current locale was still very fresh in her mind and he was responsible for it. “Did hiding your face help you in the past quarter hour?”
“Barely,” he said, straightening his cloak. “I vow I was accosted by no fewer than half a dozen maids with mischief on their minds.”
“Good thing you’re accustomed to it,” she observed.
“Isn’t it, though?”
She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She imagined he was very accustomed to the same and she further supposed he had rarely passed up an opportunity to indulge as many lassies in their desires as possible. Given that she had experienced his powers of persuasion firsthand, she knew those poor women weren’t to blame for whatever straits they found themselves in.
She could scarce believe she had been just as overcome, but the man was hard to resist. He was also, as she had reminded herself just a moment or two ago, completely to blame for the terror-filled journey she’d made on the back of her favorite horse to places she’d never intended to go, where she had encountered people of various sorts she had never imagined existed—
“You’re thinking pleasant thoughts about me,” Acair murmured, leaning closer to her. “Planning on joining that list of my admirers?”
“I was actually wishing I had stabbed you with a pitchfork the first time I saw you,” she managed.
He smiled, and she winced. She realized at that moment that it had been his smile to render her not only witless but unable to do him any serious bodily harm. The first time she’d clapped eyes on him, she should have clapped her hand over her own traitorous eyes and stumbled away to somewhere he wasn’t.
“You aren’t in earnest,” he said with a small smile. “Do damage to this extremely fine form? I don’t think you could.”
“I’m not sure you want to test it after what you put me through last night,” she said, trying to ignore the memories of that extremely bumpy ride on the back of a dragon who had seemed determined by his antics to wring shouts of laughter from the madman standing next to her. She dredged up the sternest look she could muster and attempted an abrupt return to the business at hand. “What now?” she asked. “Well, besides watching you step over the pile of lassies who have fallen at your feet, did you find anything unexpected?”
He propped his foot up underneath him and sighed. “Nothing out of the ordinary, which bodes well for success here. Unfortunately, that leaves us with nothing to do but continue to keep ourselves out of trouble whilst we wait for a certain finicky prince of Neroche to locate the sort of accommodations he might find to his liking, then we run away from them as quickly as possible and find something suitable.”
“And then?” she asked. “I know you told me yesterday, but I spent so much time screaming last night that I believe the noise drove it from my mind.”
He bumped her companionably with his shoulder. “You didn’t scream the entire time.”
“Nay, I fainted midway through the torment, which likely saved your ears.”
He smiled. “I thought you were swooning for my benefit, so I’m not sure I’ll accept anything else.” He watched the shadowy press of humanity for a bit longer, then looked at her. “We’ll find somewhere safe to leave our gear, then I need to nip in and out of the library and fetch that book I need.”
She knew that, of course. She’d simply been hoping her ears had been failing her. Traveling to their current locale seemed like a great deal of fuss for not much at all. “You couldn’t have found a copy of this book somewhere else?”
He opened his mouth, then shut it and shook his head. “Nay, though you’ve no idea how it pains me to say as much. The damned thing is of my own make, unfortunately, and whilst I usually make at least one copy of my notes to hide elsewhere, in this instance I was in a hurry and therefore less careful than I should have been.” He shrugged. “I would prefer not to be here, but here we are.”
She was tempted to ask him why he didn’t just stash things under his bed, but for all she knew, he didn’t have a bed, never mind a home to call his own. Perhaps he was forced to hide his priceless treasures in odd places just to keep them safe. Given that he seemed to endlessly travel the world, she wouldn’t have been surprised.
The idea that she might travel the world in a similar fashion had honestly never occurred to her. In fact, if anyone had suggested the possibility of it to her even a pair of months before, she would have stabbed them with a pitchfork to give them relief from their stupidity. Getting herself even from her uncle’s stables in Briàghde across the hill to Sàraichte, nothing more than a leisurely hour’s walk, had seemed the very limit of what she could do. It had never crossed her mind that she might someday travel farther than that, never mind all the way across the Nine Kingdoms.
Yet there she was, hundreds of leagues from the only home she truly remembered, keeping company with a terrible black mage on holiday from his usual business of wreaking havoc, and looking forward to a nap in lodgings that had been sought for them by a prince of the royal house of Neroche. She had seen elves, mages, and horses worth a king’s ransom. She had encountered kindness she hadn’t deserved and refuge she hadn’t dared hope for. It had been an adventure beyond her wildest imaginings and she knew it was far from over.
It couldn’t be over yet because apart from the fairly pressing need to avoid having her uncle slay her, she had Acair’s promise that once he’d done what he needed to, he would rescue her very ill grandfather from that same uncle’s house. She was prepared to entertain all sorts of ridiculous notions of magic and mages in return for that aid.