Mercedes Lackey - Intrigues

Mercedes Lackey

MAGS slapped the palm of his hand against the blue-painted wood of the stable door, and it banged open, whacking into the frame as Mags hurried through it. The noise echoed through the stable, startling the Companions that were huddled together in the aisle nearest the door into backing up a pace or two. Brick walls didnt do much to deaden sound. The chill wind that followed him through chased down his neck as the last icy grasp of winter clawed at him. Behind him, a few stubborn patches of granular snow lingered at the bases of trees and under bushes, but most of the ground was bare, which was a welcome relief after a winter season that seemed as if it would never end. The huge blizzard that had virtually closed down Haven, Palace and all, had been followed by snowfall after snowfall until Mags began to wonder if spring was ever coming.

Then, finally, the snow stopped, and began to melt. And now the weather was changing, but winter was definitely not going quietly. Occasionally a frigid wind showed that it wasnt quite done yet.

Mags pushed the door closed, leaning into it as the wind whistled around the edges, before the spring latch dropped into place with a snick. He took a long deep breath of the comforting smell of the Companions stable; clean straw, clean horse, a hint of damp wool, another hint of woodsmoke. If home had a scent, this was it.

All of the pristine white horses in the building looked in his direction for a moment before going back to whatever it was they had been doing. For a moment, Mags was the focus of a sea of blue eyes.

The largest stallion in the building, who had presumably been chatting with two other Companions in the middle of the aisle between the stalls, gave him a long look down his aristocratic nose that Mags read as disapproving.

Bad manners to interrupt. Just Not Done. Besides, You Let The Cold Wind In. Also Not Done. Hmph. It wasnt in Mindspeech, but it might just as well have been. The stallions ears were slightly laid back and he swished his tail in irritation.

Sorry, Rolan, Mags said quickly, ducking his head as the Kings Own Companion continued to give him the Stern Look of the Elder. He strolled under the watchful gaze down to the end stall near the door to his own small room and came face to face with his own Companion, Dallen. Horsesor Companionscouldnt grin, but he sensed more than a little amusement from his bondmate.

:Dont worry about Rolan; he likes to think that he stands in one place and the universe revolves around him,: Dallen said. Dallens blue eyes shone with amusement, and while one ear twitched in Mags direction, the other pointed back toward Rolan.

A snort from the other side of the stable told Mags that Dallen hadnt bothered to keep that little comment quiet. Rather than Mindspeaking directly to Mags, Dallen had communicated it openly so that every Companion in the stable could hear it. Mags grinned. There were times when Dallens cheekiness didnt just border on impudence, it jumped right into the middle of impudence and splashed it all around.

:Rolans just being prickly. People have been banging through that door all day; and of course they let the freezing cold draft in every single time it starts to get a little warmer.: Dallen reached over his shoulder and tugged his blue-and-white blanket a little higher on his shoulders with his teeth. :This is why I am sporting my natty little rug, here. Of course some people dont want to wear their blankets because they cant show off their muscles, so when a draft roars in, they are the first to complain.:

There were whickers from all over the stable at that one. And another, louder snort. Mags smothered a giggle with both hands.

:THANK YOU FOR YOUR AMUSING OBSERVATIONS, DALLEN, : came a very loud, ringing mind-voice, one that was probably heard all the way down to the edge of Haven. :ILL BE SURE TO RECOMMEND YOU FOR COURT JESTER.:

Now there were whickers from virtually every stall. Including from Dallan, who had no problem poking fun at himself. Dallen tossed his head and somehow managed for just a moment to cross his ankles and his eyes, inducing more giggles from Mags.

:Until this weather breaks, when I dont need to be out with you Im staying right here in my stall hugging the hayit shields me a little from the blast of cold air each time someone comes in,: Dallen continued complacently, as Kings Own Companion Rolan went back to whatever important thing he had been discussing. :But I am well known as a lazy lout.:

Not lazy, Mags replied, getting a brush to get whatever invisible bits of dirt and hay might be caught up in his Companions shining mane and tail. Just practical. If I didn have to go back and forth t classes, Id hole up in m room an not move till it got true-warm. He sighed a little. Been so long since I seen a warm sun, Im beginnin t disbelieve in it! Don wonder that Rolans tetchy.

Dallen nodded vigorously. :Oh I heartily agree with you. All those days of dark cloud and endless snow made people depressed and edgy, and now I think maybe some of us are losing our patience as well. Its hard to be cooped up in here, knowing that Spring is taking its time in getting here properly.: The stallion stretched, arcing his neck so that Mags could get at all the itchy spots with the brush as he did so. :Im not the only one wanting a nice walk out on a lazy hot day with the sun blazing down. Too bad that wont happen for at least a couple of moons yet. And when I think about how it feels to have a good roll in long grass, and a gallop on a warm summer nightbah, I start to feel out of sorts too. Especially when I think about those gallops on summer nights, because I do look so splendid by moonlight!:

Mags had to smile at that, and his mood lifted. He leaned into Dallens neck and continued to brush, letting the motion soothe them both. It had been another slightly edgy day for him, and maybe Dallen was right about people being out of sorts because they were cooped up. He couldnt understand whywell, he couldnt until he thought about it from the point of view of the other Trainees. Most of them thought being forced to stay warm and indoors was a trial, and not a hitherto unimaginable luxury... actually he was probably the only one who felt that every day was spent in luxury.

Eh, not quite. Theres a couple from sheep-country. An a couple farmers. An that gal whose da is a blacksmith . . .

Still, he was the only Trainee who came from whatto the otherswas unimaginable poverty. The vast majority of the Trainees came from the highborn families, or at the very least, the prosperous. Even the poorest shepherd was appalled when he heard about the conditions Mags and the other younglings with him had endured.

People were always complaining about somethingthe food, the work, the beds, the uniforms didnt fit, their rooms were too hot or too cold, or so-and-so was too hard a teacher. Sometimes he wondered if they just made things up to complain about.

Whereas... he was grateful to wake up in any kind of bed at all. Doubly grateful that it was a warm bed in a warm room, a clean warm bed on top of all of that.

For most of his life, his bed had been filthy straw in a hole under the barn floor, and a blanket more holes than cloth, a bed he shared with a dozen other slave-children. It had never been warm, even in the heat of summer. It had never been clean.

He had never been clean, not even when they were all given the rare good meal and apparent good treatment on the occasion of a show visit to satisfy those who were supposed to ensure their well-being. Baths? Never heard of them. The only time dirt got washed off was by accident, as he worked the sluices, washing the gravel from the mine for tiny bits of gemstone.