And the person passing by the field, the singer of the jolly little song, was…
Trust only old friends…
Lief tried to shout, but his voice was a husky croak. He struggled to sit up. His head swam and he nearly fell back. Grimly he propped himself up with his hands.
So it was that he saw the great black bird swooping towards him. He saw the swarm of bees stretching like a trail of smoke all the way to the field gate. And he saw a shabby caravan, drawn by a fat old horse and driven by a huge, brown-skinned, golden-haired man, turning into the gateway and following the line of bees.
On the side of the caravan was a familiar, faded sign.
‘Jasmine!’ Lief croaked.
Jasmine’s eyes flew open in fright and widened even further when she saw Lief sitting up and looking at her.
‘Lief?’ she murmured uncertainly, scrambling to her knees. ‘Are you—all right?’
He nodded, wincing at the pain in his neck. Why was Jasmine staring at him so strangely?
With a chill, he wondered what he looked like. He lifted his hand to his cheek.
Searing pain. Sticky cream coating his fingertips.
‘Am I—burned?’ he managed to croak.
Jasmine shook her head. She pulled off her cap, and her black hair tumbled around her shoulders. Her eyes were very dark. Filli was hiding beneath her jacket, only the tip of his nose visible.
‘Do you not remember what happened last night?’ Jasmine asked. ‘What—what I did?’
‘No.’ Lief swallowed painfully.
She breathed a long sigh and closed her eyes as if in relief.
‘Barda,’ Lief rasped. ‘Where is—?’
‘He went in pursuit of the Masked Ones,’ Jasmine whispered. ‘Kree is with him. Lief—’
‘At last!’ boomed a voice. ‘And both alive, by the looks of it!’
Jasmine jumped violently and swung around. She had been concentrating on Lief so intently that she had not even noticed the approaching caravan.
Kree flew to her, landing on her arm. She leaped to her feet.
‘Steven!’ she cried. ‘Am I dreaming?’
Steven the pedlar’s face split in a broad grin. ‘Not unless I am dreaming as well,’ he roared back. ‘How fortunate that I was in these parts! I have been in Purley, with my mother’s best hive of bees. We heard that flowers were blooming in the east, but I fear there are not yet enough to have made the journey worthwhile.’
He brought the horse to a halt beside them and climbed down from the driver’s seat.
‘Steven, did you see some wagons on the road?’ Jasmine asked feverishly. ‘Wagons driven by people in masks?’
Steven nodded. ‘Oh, yes, I met the Masked Ones,’ he said. ‘Traded with them, in fact, as I have often done before. They were far fewer than the last time we met—the inner circle only, and a few youngsters. Silent and nervous they were, too.’
He grinned. ‘Later I met someone even more interesting—or found him, rather, thanks to Kree.’
Jasmine shrieked. Steven laughed, strode to the back of the caravan and threw open the doors.
‘There he is,’ he said triumphantly, as Jasmine jumped eagerly into the van. ‘He was lying in a ditch—put to sleep by some Masked One trickery or other, no doubt. If Kree had not been guarding him, I would have passed him by.’
‘Steven!’ Lief rasped. ‘Is it—Barda?’
Steven looked around and seemed to see him properly for the first time.
‘Lief!’ he gasped, dismayed. ‘By the heavens! What happened to you?’
‘I—am not quite sure,’ said Lief, trying to smile.
Jasmine climbed back out of the caravan, her face very grave. Lief’s heart seemed to leap into his throat.
‘Surely Barda is not worse than I thought?’ Steven asked anxiously.
Jasmine shook her head. ‘He stirred when I spoke to him,’ she said. ‘He took some water, and said a few words. I daresay the spell, or whatever it was, will pass off in time.’
Steven laughed with relief. ‘Why, I thought from your expression that we would soon be attending his funeral!’ he exclaimed.
Jasmine said nothing. Still she did not look at Lief. He had groaned with relief on hearing that Barda was safe. Now the tightness in his chest came back in force.
Steven glanced at him, then back at Jasmine.
‘Cheer up, girl!’ he said to her loudly, raising his bushy eyebrows. ‘Your long face is worrying Lief half to death!’
Jasmine bit her lip, but still she did not look up, or speak.
Steven frowned at her. ‘I did good trade with the Masked Ones, did I not?’ he said, a little coldly. ‘They wanted some Queen Bee honey. It is in short supply, but I agreed to give them six jars when I saw the goods they offered in exchange.’
‘Our weapons and our packs,’ Jasmine murmured. ‘Yes—I saw them in the caravan. Our packs are still sealed, just as we left them.’
Lief stared at her in amazement. She sounded as if the return of all their possessions was of very little importance.
Steven’s frown deepened. No doubt he had expected joy, or at least a word of thanks.
‘I think the Masked Ones had forgotten they had them,’ he said. They found them in an empty wagon, when they were rummaging about looking for things to trade. Then the fox-faced woman remembered the weapons, and brought them out, too.’
‘You recognised them?’ asked Lief.
Steven shrugged. ‘Of course!’ he said. ‘No-one could mistake your sword. I was astounded, and fearful, too, but I did not let the Masked Ones see. They said they had found your possessions by the side of the road. I doubted that was true, but it seemed unwise to challenge them. If they had fought me, Nevets would have killed them all.’
He grimaced as he spoke Nevets’ name.
How strange it must be to carry your brother within you, Lief thought. Especially a brother who is your opposite. Who is a savage… a killer!
Steven eyed Lief and tugged his rough beard. ‘I did not want the Masked Ones harmed, at the time,’ he added. ‘Perhaps I was wrong.’
‘No,’ Jasmine said in a low voice. ‘The one who caused the trouble was already dead.’
She pressed her lips together. Plainly she was going to say no more.
Steven tugged at his beard even harder. ‘They had thrown open every wagon in their search, so I was sure that you were not with them,’ he muttered. ‘But the wagons were all in confusion, as if they had been packed very hurriedly, for a quick departure.’
‘So when they had gone, you followed their wagon tracks back along the road,’ Lief said. ‘And so found Barda—’
‘And Kree, who led me on to you,’ Steven said.
He looked from Lief to Jasmine, and shook his head.
‘How did this happen?’ he burst out. ‘How is it that I find you in this state? Why, the last I heard, you were travelling the kingdom in fine style, on horseback and escorted by troop of guards!’
‘It is a long story,’ Lief said. ‘Steven, you must help us! We must move on. We must move on, towards the west.’
His mouth felt stiff. The pain in his face and neck stabbed at him mercilessly, and his dizziness had returned. He swayed.
Steven crouched beside him and took his arm. ‘We are going nowhere today, Lief,’ he said firmly. ‘Later, when you are more recovered—’
‘No!’ Jasmine broke in. ‘We must leave here now!’
Steven spun around. This time he was really scowling. His golden eyes darkened ominously, as if his savage brother Nevets was stirring within him.
‘Are you mad, girl?’ he snarled. ‘Lief is not fit to travel! Look at him!’
Look at him!
Filli wailed, and Jasmine buried her face in her hands. Lief felt cold. Cold to his very bones.
Jasmine lifted her head. She looked directly at Lief.
‘There is much to tell you,’ she said in a low voice. ‘But one thing I should have told you at once. It was cowardly of me not to do so, but then Steven came, with Barda, and I thought…’ You thought they would help you tell me, Lief thought. Tell me that, whatever it was that happened to me last night, my face will never…