Farlander

Serese relit the roll-up, sat with a fist supporting her chin.

'I understand,' she said quietly, exhaling. 'Last night was my first time, too. I don't think I'm taking it very well either.'

Her eyes seemed suddenly wary. A passing shadow drew their attention to the sky. They both looked up in time to catch sight of a passing flyer, its black bat-like wing carrying it upwards on the thermals above the city. Serese shivered.

'Are you all right?'

'Yes,' she assured him, though her voice betrayed her.

Take her mind off these things, his mind suggested.

'Tell me something about yourself, Serese.'

'What would you like to know?'

'I'm not sure. Your mother – tell me of her.'

It was a mistake, that question. He saw it instantly in her eyes.

All the same, she tried to answer him. 'My mother passed away some years ago. That's how I met my father; it was only after she fell ill. He came to us in Minos, and when she had gone he took me back to Cheem. I stayed there until I was sixteen, up in the mountains among all those men training to kill.'

'You never thought of following in your father's footsteps?'

'Me a Rshun? No, I would hate such a life.'

'How did you come here then?'

She smiled, though it was a twisted smile without humour. 'I went a little crazy with the boredom of it all. Twice I tried to run away. Once, I fell in love and caused a great commotion. Then old Osh suggested I move to Q'os. The agent here had begun to lose her health, and needed someone to help her. I snatched up the chance. Mistress Sar passed away ealier this year, from the coughing sickness. I agreed to stay on here until they could find someone else to replace her.'

Serese looked at the roll-up in her fingers, lifeless once more. She cast it away from her. 'And you, my inquisitor, how did you end up here, mixed up in all of this?'

'Lately, I've been wondering that myself.'

'You sound as though you regret it.'

Nico stood up and wandered over to the running fountain, feigning to study its miniature relief close up. In truth, he saw nothing.

'I didn't mean to pry,' she said to his back, reading something in his posture. 'I've just smoked too much weed.' She hesitated, seeking a better explanation. 'You have a way about you, Nico. It draws out words.'

The fountain really did look like a miniature mountain pool. Nico almost expected to see miniature trout swimming around beneath its surface. 'You're right, though, I do have regrets. Since last night I've been wishing I'd never left Bar-Khos. I know now that this,' and he looked about him, without focus, 'this is hardly any way to live. As a killer in the making. You know, I'd almost forgotten what I was learning to be, back at the monastery. I was so occupied with doing well. Today though, it stares me right in the face.'

Serese joined him, by his side. He could see her reflection in the water.

Nico wiped a hand across his face, exhaled into his palm. 'Perhaps I'll be fine once we leave this city,' he said, looking at her, forcing lightness into his tone. 'Tell me. Will you stay here in Q'os, after this is done?'

'No,' she responded. 'I'll have to move on, for my own safety.'

'Where will you go?'

'I was thinking, with the money I've saved… I think I'll travel for a while, and see Mercia again while it's still free. It's been some years since I left the islands and I hear it's safe enough for a woman to travel alone.' Her voice held a smile in it now. 'And I'll relax, and take life as it comes, and carry only those things that will fit into my pack. Simple and carefree. That sounds like a fine plan to me, just now.'

'It does,' agreed Nico, and in his voice there was a tone of longing that surprised even himself. Yes, it sounded a wondrous thing to do, to hitch a pack and travel across the islands of the Free Ports.

For a moment he enjoyed a fantasy of undertaking such a venture with this girl as his companion, living each fresh day without fear or threat to his life. He glowed with inner warmth at the thought of it, as unreal as it might be.

'Then come with me,' she said, a grin on her face. He turned to her, without expression. 'We would be good travelling companions,' she went on, still playing with him. 'I can tell.'

'We barely know each other.'

'But we get along, don't we? You can tell these things in the first moment of meeting someone.'

'Please,' he said, 'enough.'

'Oh, you don't like the sound of it.' And she pulled a face.

'I think, right now, I would give anything to be able to do just that.'

The smile left her eyes. Nico felt the touch of her hand on his arm.

'Then what keeps you here? You are an apprentice, not a slave.'

'Because I owe Master Ash a great deal, that's why. We have… an arrangement, and I will not break it.'

'You think he would not release you, if he knew your true wishes?'

'I don't know what he would do,' replied Nico. 'He would feel wronged, at the very least.'

'Nico…' She sighed. 'Ash is a good man. You underestimate him. I have watched him when he and you are together. He cares for you.'

Nico stiffened, loosing her hand from his arm. 'I doubt that. He tolerates me, yes. Mostly though he avoids my company when he can.'

Softly, she said, 'For one so canny, you have something of a blind spot.'

He did not understand what she meant by that.

'It's his way to be reserved. Even those who have known him for a long time he keeps at arm's length. He has suffered much, Nico. All the old farlanders have. I think, even though he would deny it, he fears the pain of further loss in his life.'

Nico did not respond, and the sound of the splashing water filled the little garden instead. It had grown cool, meanwhile, so that he shivered, and realized that a dampness had taken to the air. Already, he could see hints of his own breath clouding before his eyes.

'It's getting cold,' he said.

'A fog comes,' she replied.

'Fog? Now? This place has some strange weather.'

'It's from the mountains on the mainland. We'd better head back if we do not wish to freeze.'

Nico took one last lingering look at the roof garden, and then he turned his back on it, forcing a smile on to his face. He said: 'Master Ash has a story about freezing. I will tell you it on our way back.'

*

The room offered a bleak welcome when he at last returned to the hostalio. It had taken his last remaining coin to open the door, and Nico fumbled in darkness within the washbasin for any remaining quarters that might still be lying at the bottom of it. He found one, fortunately, and used it to turn on the gas lamp. He then settled down on the top bunk with the thin blanket wrapped about him, thinking of the past few hours while his body slowly warmed itself.

Ash returned in the evening, seeming even more weary than before. The old man bumped against the washbasin as though he did not even see it.

Another headache, thought Nico.

Ash merely grunted at him as he lay himself upon the lower bunk. Nico wondered what he had been doing all day, and considered asking him outright, but Ash would most likely tell him to be quiet. Besides, he had other, more urgent, questions to press upon him.

'It is a cold night,' the old man said at last.

'Freezing.'

'Have you eaten yet?'

Nico realized he had not. 'No, but I'm not hungry. This place robs me of any desire for food.'

With care the old man raised himself from the bed. He rifled through his pack and pulled out some oatcake wrapped in wax paper.

'Master Ash…' Nico began, and waited for the old man to face him.

Ash offered him the oatcake. 'Eat,' he commanded, though Nico only shook his head.