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Elizabeth Moon - Sheepfarmer's Dauther

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The story begins by introducing Paks as a headstrong girl of 18, who leaves her home in Three Firs (fleeing a marriage arranged by her father) to join a mercenary company and through her journeys and hardships comes to realize that she has been gifted as a paladin, if in a rather non-traditional way.

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Sheepfarmers Daughter

by Elizabeth Moon

Prologue

In a sheepfarmers low stone house high in the hills above Three Firs two - photo 1

In a sheepfarmers low stone house, high in the hills above Three Firs, two swords hang now above the mantelpiece. One is very old and slightly bent, a sword more iron than steel, dark as a pot: forged, so the tale runs, by the smith in Rocky Fordyet it is a sword, for all that, and belonged to Kanas once, and tasted orcs blood and robbers blood in its time. The other is a very different matter: long and straight, keen-edged, of the finest sword-steel, silvery and glinting blue even in yellow firelight. The pommels knot design is centered with the deeply graven seal of St. Gird; the cross-hilts are gracefully shaped and chased in gold.

The children of that place look at both swords with awe, and on some long winter nights old Dorthan, grandfather of fathers and graybeard now, takes from its carved chest the scroll that came with the sword and reads aloud to his family. But first he reminds them of the day a stranger rode up, robed and mantled in white, an old man with thin silver hair, and handed down the box and the sword, naked as it hangs now.

Keep these, the stranger said, in memory of your daughter Paksenarrion. She wishes you to have them and has no need of them. And though he accepted water from their well, he would say no more of Paksenarrion, whether she lived or lay buried far away, whether she would return or no.

The scroll Dorthan reads is headed The Deed of Paksenarrion Dorthansdotter of Three Firs, and many are the tales of courage and adventure written therein. Time and again the family has thrilled to the description of Paksenarrion in battlethe littlest ones pressing close around Dorthans knees, and watching her sword on the wall. They are sure it glows slightly when those tales are read.

And always they ask, the little ones who never knew her, what she was like. Just like that in the scroll? Always so tall, so brave? And Dorthan remembers her face the night she left, and is silent. One brother thinks of a long-legged girl running down errant sheep; the youngest remembers being carried on her shoulders, and the smell of her hair. Besides this, legend is all they have. Shes dead, say some. She must be, or they wouldnt have sent her sword.

No, say others. She is not dead. She is gone where she doesnt need this sword.

And Dorthan turns to the end of the scroll, which solves nothing for the Deed is unfinished, ending abruptly in the middle of a stanza.

And one of those children, the little ones, has climbed from stool to table, and from table to mantelpiece, and touched with a daring hand the hilt of each sword and then climbed down, to dream of songs and battles.

Chapter One

And I say you will! bellowed the burly sheepfarmer, Dorthan Kanasson. He lunged across the table, but his daughter Paksenarrion sidestepped his powerful arm and darted down the passage to the sleeping rooms. Pakse! he yelled, slipping his broad leather belt from its loops. Pakse, you come here now! His wife Rahel and three smaller children cowered against the wall. Silence from the sleeping rooms. Pakse, you come or it will be the worse for you. Will you go to your wedding with welts on your back?

Ill not go at all! came the angry response.

The dowers been given. You wed Fersin Amboisson next restday. Now come out before I come in.

Suddenly she stood in the mouth of the passage, as tall as he but slender, long blonde hair braided tightly. She had changed to her older brothers clothes, a leather tunic over her own shirt, and his homespun trousers. I told you not to give dower. I told you I wouldnt wed Fersin or anyone else. And I wont. Im leaving.

Dorthan glared at her as he wrapped the belt around his right hand. The only place youre going, you arrogant hussy, is Fersins bed.

Dorthan, please began Rahel.

Quiet! Shes your fault as much as anyones. She should have been spinning at home, not running out on the moors hunting with the boys.

Paksenarrions gray eyes glinted. Its all right, Mother; dont worry. Hell remember someday that hes the one who sent me out with the flocks so often. Father, Im leaving. Let me pass.

Over my dead body, he grunted.

If need be Paksenarrion leaped for the old sword, Kanass sword, over the fireplace. As she lifted it from the rack, the belt caught her shoulders with its first stroke. Then she was facing Dorthan, sword in hand, with the firelight behind her. The sword felt easy in her grip. Startled, Dorthan jumped back, swinging the belt wildly in her direction. Paksenarrion took her chance and ran for the door, jerked it open, and was gone. Behind her came his furious bellow, and questioning calls from her brothers still working in the barns, but Paksenarrion did not slow or turn until she came to the boundary stone of her fathers land. There she thrust her grandfathers sword into the soil.

I wont have him saying I stole it, she muttered to herself. She turned for a last look at her home. Against the dark bulk of the hill, she could see light at the open front door, and dark figures crossing and recrossing the light. She could hear voices calling her name, then a deep bellow from Dorthan, and all the shapes went in at the door and shut the light in. She was alone, outside the house, and she knew, as well as if shed seen him do it, that Dorthan had barred the door against her. She shook herself. Its what I wanted, she said aloud. So now Id better go on with it.

The rest of that night she jogged and walked down the well-worn track from her fathers farm to Three Firs, warmed by the thought of the coming adventure. She went over her cousins instructions time after time, trying to remember everything hed said about recruiting sergeants and mercenary companies and training and drill. In the first light of dawn she walked into Three Firs. Only in the bakers house did she see a gleam of light behind closed shutters, and a plume of smoke out the chimney. She smelled no baking bread. She could not wait until the first baking came out unless the recruiters were still in Three Firs. She walked on to the marketplace. Empty. Of course, they might not be up yet. She looked in the public barn that served as an inn. Empty. They had left. She drew water from the village well, drank deeply, and started off again, this time on the wider track that led to Rocky Fordor so her cousin had said; shed never been beyond Three Firs.

As daylight came, she was able to make better time, but it was nearly noon when she came to the outskirts of Rocky Ford. The rich smells of cooking food from the inns and houses nearly made her sick. She pressed on, through what seemed to her like crowds, to the market square in the towns center. There she saw the booth that Jornoth had told her to look for, draped in maroon and white silk, with spears for cornerposts. She paused to catch her breath and look at it. On either side, a man-at-arms with breastplate, helmet, and sword stood guard. Inside was a narrow table, with one stool before it, and a man seated behind. Paksenarrion took a deep breath and walked forward.

As she reached the booth, she realized that she was taller than either of the men-at-arms. She waited for them to say something, but they ignored her. She looked inside. Now she could see that the man behind the table had gray hair, cropped short, and a neatly trimmed mustache. When he looked up at her, his eyes were a warm golden brown.

This is a recruiting station for Duke Phelans Company, he said as he met her gaze. Were you looking for someone?

No. I mean, yes. I mean, I was looking for youfor a recruiting station, I mean. Paksenarrion reddened with embarrassment.

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