"Too late? For what?"
"To undo," whispered the witch. "If my magic works well, then everyone is happy. But if it does not, people might-" "You must help me,"
Korinne said, getting out of her chair and moving closer to the witch until she was crouched at her feet.
Mirrel remained in her chair.
"And why must I help you?"
Korinne thought about it for a few moments, but couldn't think of much of an answer. She lowered her head and remained silent.
"Eh?" asked the witch. "What was that? Speak up dear, I cannot hear you."
Korinne felt her face getting flushed. There was no reason for the witch to talk to her in this way. No other reason than because she could talk to her this way under the circumstances.
Korinne let out a sigh, finally conceding that she was in no position to make demands upon the witch.
When the silence became prolonged, the witch spoke again. "So, tell me again why I should help you."
Korinne thought about it again. Why should this witch, someone she barely knew existed until two days ago, help her. Lady Korinne Soth of Dargaard Keep?
"Because I love my husband dearly and want nothing more than to make him happy."
"Ah…" The witch's scraggly face brightened. "Sure of that, are you?
Sure that a child would make Soth happy?"
Korinne considered it. Even though she couldn't be absolutely sure, she answered the question with as much conviction as she could muster.
"Yes."
The witch nodded. "Then I might give you what you ask for after all."
"Might?" asked Korinne harshly. She was about to say something else when she thought better of it.
"Yes, might." The witch paused. "There is still the little matter of a payment for my services." "I can pay you any amount you desire," said
Korinne confidently. "Anything you want, tell me what it is and it will be yours."
The witch's laugh sounded like boots sliding over a sand-sprinkled floor. "Look around you. Does it appear that I treasure material wealth?"
Korinne and Mirrel glanced around the cottage. It was obvious that the witch cared little for material things.
Korinne's previously soaring heart fell into a deep dark chasm. If the witch wanted no material wealth, then what type of payment could she make? "What is it that you want?" The witch smiled at the question. "I want," she said, "the one thing you value most."
Korinne thought about it. What was it that she valued most? It only took her a second to realize the answer was a simple one. She wanted a child more than anything else in the world. Soth wanted one as well. The value of a child in their lives was immeasurable. Priceless! But, how could she give up a child as payment when she couldn't have one in the first place? She decided to pose the question to the witch.
"How can I give you what I value most, when that thing is exactly what
I've come here to ask you for?"
The witch suddenly smiled and for a moment it was almost as if there was a quality of beauty about her.
Korinne nervously smiled along with her.
"A very wise answer," said the witch. "The right answer."
Korinne let out a long sigh. So did Mirrel.
"If a child is the one thing you value most, then perhaps you deserve to have one." The witch got up from her chair.
For the first time Korinne saw the misshapen curve of her back, legs and arms. She wondered for a moment: about what might have caused such a deformity, but quickly decided it was probably best she didn't know.
"I will give you a child," said the witch. "But I must tell you again that the magic you ask of me is very black and very, very dangerous."
Korinne chewed her bottom lip, afraid that if she spoke she might end up changing her mind.
"And I warn you," said the witch, "the success of the spell will depend entirely on the virtue of your husband, on the virtue of Lord Soth."
Lady Korinne thought about it. Mirrel had seen Soth and the elf-maid kiss, nothing more. How much harm could there be in that? And if she didn't do this, there was a chance they might do more than kiss the next time they met. And besides all of that, Soth was a Knight of Solamnia, a
Knight of the Rose, a noble and honorable man whose life was dictated by the writings of Vinas Solamnus. The Oath and the Measure. This one small indiscretion with an elf-maid would hardly put a black mark on Soth's soul after years of living honorably in accordance with the strict knight's code. If such was the case, the witch's stipulation would be a blessing more than a curse. "He's a good man," Korinne said at last.
"Are you so sure?" asked the witch.
"Yes." There was a slight tremor in Korinne's voice, as if her conviction was losing some of its strength.
"You love him, don't you?"
"Y-yes."
The witch moved closer. "Perhaps you should fear him instead. There are dark branches in his family tree and it is only a matter of time before the darkness infects the entire trunk, all the way down to the roots."
Korinne's heart was pounding. She swallowed and reassured herself that the witch was merely playing games, trying to scare her.
"You still want the child, do you not?" asked the witch.
Korinne nodded.
"Then you shall have it."
The witch's eyes rolled back in their sockets as she placed a hand on
Korinne's belly. The gnarled hand felt warm, almost hot, against her skin. The fire flared and the witch's lips mouthed an unfamiliar string of syllables and words.
Korinne felt a strange tingle inside her, the blossoming of something straining to make room for itself. Her eyes began to feel heavy with sleep. She tried to keep them open, but eventually was forced to give up the fight as all of her energy and strength was being drawn by the new thing inside her.
She could feel it.
Growing.
"Milady, wake up!"
Korinne felt a gentle pat against her cheek. "What? What is it?"
"We must be going. It will be light in a few hours."
Korinne's eyes fluttered open. Mirrel was there standing over her. She glanced around, and slowly recalled where she was. "Have I been asleep long?"
"Only a short while."
"Then we best be leaving." She tried to get up, but couldn't. Her limbs ached with exhaustion. Mirrel hooked an arm around her body and helped her to her feet.
As the two women made their way to the door, Korinne turned in the direction of the old witch and said, "Thank you."
And suddenly the cottage was filled with the sound of the witch's raspy laugh. "Don't thank me," she said. "You might want to curse me later."
The words made Korinne shiver.
Chapter 17
"How was your trip, my dear Loren?" Lady Korinne asked as both she and her husband retired to their chambers following his return from Vingaard
Keep.
"Strange," said Lord Soth, a sour expression on his face.
"Oh, how so?" said Korinne, barely able to hold back a smile. She lay back on the bed and raised a closed hand over her mouth.
"Well, Eward Irvine is a fine and experienced knight. In fact he's been a Knight of Solamnia longer than I have."
Soth paused to remove his boots. "Yet he called me with such haste to Vingaard Keep that I had thought there must be something happening there of grave importance, an insurrection or a rebellion of knights."
"But that wasn't the case?" Korinne prodded.
"No, far from it," said Soth. "When I got there he failed to greet me, then kept me waiting for hours. And then, once we finally met, he asked me to help him plan strategies for mock-battles between detachments of knights."
Korinne was silent, chewing her bottom lip to help keep her good news from spilling prematurely from her mouth.