Lawrence Watt-Evans - The Sorcerer's Widow

Kel shaded his eyes against the bright afternoon sun and gazed at the little cluster of buildings ahead. Is that it? he asked.

I suppose so, Ezak replied, walking steadily up the path. We followed the directions.

Its tiny, Kel said, hurrying to catch up. I see He paused and counted silently, jabbing his forefinger at the air, then said, I see just six houses.

Four, Ezak corrected him. Ones an inn and ones a blacksmiths forge.

Four, Kel said, musing. Four? Just four houses?

Just four. But there are at least thirty or forty families on the farms around it.

Kel glanced at the surrounding fields, and the scattered houses of the families that tended them, then turned his attention back to the village ahead-if so small a gathering could even be called a village. This sorcerer lived in one of the four? he asked.

Thats what Uncle Vezalis said.

Who lives in the other three?

Ezak turned up an empty palm. Who knows? Some of the farmers, I suppose. He gestured at the fields. Somebody must be growing those crops, after all.

Oh. Kel once again looked around at the vast expanses of knee-high green stalks. Is that wheat?

I dont know, Ezak said. Do I look like a farmer to you? I havent been outside the city walls any more than you have. It could be wheat or beans or pumpkins, for all I know.

Kel frowned. I dont think its pumpkins.

Neither do I. Now, smile and wave-theres someone looking at us. He suited his own actions to his words, and Kel, seeing the two women standing in the cleared area among the six buildings, waved vigorously.

Do you think one of them is the sorcerers widow? Kel asked, lowering his hand.

Probably, Ezak said through his forced smile.

The two women were definitely watching the two young men approach; one of them waved back, a single quick gesture. The women were of very different heights but appeared to be similar in age-past the flower of youth, but not yet gray and wrinkled.

A moment later the two men marched onto the little patch of bare earth that served as the village square and the villages only street, then stopped and stood facing the two women. Kel realized the shorter woman was no taller than he was himself.

Ezak slid his pack from his shoulder and said, Hai! Were looking for the home of Nabal the Sorcerer.

The two women glanced at each other; then the taller, darker one said, Im afraid Nabals dead.

Yes, we had heard, Ezak said. We came to pay our respects, and to help build the pyre.

Youre too late for that, the dark woman said. We spread his ashes on the fields a sixnight ago.

Ah, what a shame! Ezak slumped visibly. He was a good man.

The shorter woman spoke for the first time. You knew Nabal?

We were apprenticed to the same master, Ezak said proudly.

The two women looked at each other. You must have come well after him, the tall woman said.

He made journeyman just as I turned twelve, Ezak said, spreading empty hands. He left in Rains and I started in Greengrowth of the same year, but I used to hang around and pester him when I was little.

You dont look that old, the tall woman said.

Kel glanced worriedly at Ezak. The story seemed to be getting out of control-how old was this Nabal? Ezak just smiled. Well, thank you! Ive been told I look younger than I am.

Kel looked at the women, unsure whether they were convinced. He could not read their expressions.

What did you say your name was? the shorter woman asked.

Ezak of Ethshar, Ezak said. Ezak the Sorcerer.

Whos he? the taller woman asked, pointing a thumb at Kel.

Oh, thats Kelder. Hes a friend of mine-its a long journey to make alone.

Kelder. Just Kelder?

We call him Kel, Ezak offered.

Before anyone asked, Kel volunteered, I can talk. I just dont, much.

To whom do we have the honor of speaking? Ezak asked quickly.

The taller woman said, Irien the Innkeeper. She gestured toward the nearest building. I have a room if you need one. This is Dorna. Nabals widow.

Ah! Ezak turned to the shorter woman and bowed deeply. My sympathies on your loss.

Im sorry, too, Kel murmured.

Thank you, Dorna said, with a bob of her head.

Im sorry we missed the funeral, Ezak said. I really did want to see his soul on its way. Is there anything we can do for you, then, to make up for our tardiness?

No, I dont think-

Could you perhaps use our assistance with his talismans?

No, I-

I mean, youve lived out here all your life, while were from Ethshar-perhaps we could give you some advice on how to get the most money for whatever trinkets he might have had.

Honestly, Im fine, Dorna said. I havent decided yet what to do with his things. Theres no hurry.

Oh, of course, Im sorry. I didnt mean to rush you, Ezak said. You take your time, all you want, and you can find us when youve decided. Meanwhile, dear Irien, you said you have a room? Even if weve missed the funeral, weve no need to rush off-this is such lovely country around here! Such fresh air! He thumped both fists on his chest as he drew a deep breath.

Kel watched this without comment, and did not imitate his friend; he thought the air out here smelled funny.

I have a room, if you have money, Irien said.

Of course. Ezak jingled the purse on his belt. Kel knew half the coins in it were just metal scraps Ezak had picked off a tinkers floor, but the innkeeper didnt.

This way, she said, gesturing.

The two men picked up their packs and followed her into the inn.

Ten minutes later they were alone in a stuffy gable room overlooking the village square, Irien having promised to bring them up a pitcher of wash water. Ezak opened the casement, then settled onto the surprisingly-generous bed.

I dont think the widow recognized your name, Kel said, as he looked out the open window at the brown dirt square, the white and brown houses, and the endless green fields beyond.

Of course not, Ezak said. I never met this Nabal. My uncle knew him because they did some trading, thats all.

Kel had suspected that, and he had indeed partly meant that Nabal had apparently never mentioned Ezak, but he had also been relieved that Uncle Vezalis hadnt, either. You said you knew the sorcerer.

I lied. I want her to trust us. Itll make it easier to get all his magical things away from her.

Kel had feared that it was all lies. He knew that Ezak had never been apprenticed to a sorcerer. He had hoped there might be some trace of truth in the story, but apparently there was not. Its funny that you lie to her to make her trust you.

Well, life can be strange. It seems to work that way.

A bird sang outside the window. Kel spotted it on a nearby cornice, and did not recognize it as any sort he had ever seen before. Most of the birds he was familiar with were sea birds, and would not be found this far inland. Thank you for not telling her my full name, he said.

Youre welcome. What should I tell her if she asks, though? There could be half a dozen people named Kelder around here; she may want an appellation.

Anything. Just not Kelder the Blabbermouth.

Or Kelder the Bastard, either. Well just say Kelder of Ethshar, then?

Thats good. He watched as the bird flew away, then asked, Are you going to steal the sorcerers things?

Im hoping I can convince her to give them to me, or maybe sell them to me cheap, but Ill steal them if I cant get them any other way.

I dont want another flogging.

I dont want you to get one. I dont intend to get caught this time.

You didnt intend to get caught last time.

Well, I didnt get caught, did I?

But I