been for Liliana, growing up in this sorrow-haunted shambles. He thought how very lonely her childhood must have been, and pity pierced him, sharp as a thorn.
CHAPTER 7
Rattle Those Bones
I T WAS WONDERFUL TO OPEN THE DOOR TO THE HIDDEN ROOM and find it warm and dancing with firelight. An old woman was boiling something in a cauldron on the fire. A curtain had been drawn back, revealing a stone hipbath steaming gently in an alcove nearby.
The woman was tiny, reaching no higher than Zedâs elbow. She wore a patched and darned brown dress, with an old shawl tied crosswise over her shoulders, its ends knotted behind. Her hair was snowy white, growing away from a distinct v-shaped point in the middle of her forehead which Merry remembered his mother calling a widowâs peak. It was a sign of a woman who would outlive her husband, Maglen had said.
The old womanâs heart-shaped face was deeply furrowed and blotched with brown spots. Her back was hunched and her hands quivered.
âStiga!â Liliana held out her arms welcomingly. âItâs so good to see you. I didnât think I would. I know how you hate strangers.â
Stiga stared at the boys with black, hostile eyes. âSought to see them,â the old woman muttered. âSought to hear them for myself, sought to keep my owlet safe.â She had so few teeth the words were oddly sibilant.
Zed stretched out his hand, a warm smile on his face. âHello, Stiga. Iâm Zed.â
She pressed closer to Liliana. âStarkin,â she hissed.
âOnly half,â Zed said, letting his hand fall. âMy father is all hearthkin.â
Merry stepped forward next, trying to move as smoothly and lightly as Zed. âStarkin,â Stiga hissed again, shrinking back. She reminded Merry of a frightened wild creature, a broken bird trembling in the gaze of a cat.
âEven less than Zed,â Merry said. âMy fatherâs mother. I never knew her.â
âDo not be afraid, Stiga,â Liliana said, showing more gentleness than Merry had ever seen from her before. âThe Erlrune trusts them, and you know she sees clearly.â
The old woman pointed one gnarled finger at Zed. âYou fear the wrong fate. Fear those you love, not those you hate.â
Zed looked surprised. He tugged at the collar of his shirt as if it had grown suddenly too tight. Stiga moved her intense gaze to Merryâs face. He felt a cold wash of dread.
âThree times youâll play dice with death, and the third time youâll yield your breath,â she said.
âDonât say that, Stiga!â Liliana cried in clear distress. âTo speak death is to invite death. Say itâs not true!â
Stiga stared at Merry unblinkingly. âThe only thing that can save you is the very thing that killed you.â
âWhat does that mean?â Liliana demanded. âIt makes no sense, Stiga.â
âWhen?â Merry managed to say.
âWhen thereâs dawn at sunset, and frost in spring,â Stiga said.
Liliana sighed in relief. âHow can there be dawn at sunset? Surely that means never.â
Stiga looked sorrowful. âI see what I see, I tell what I see, and I tell you I see three deaths.â
âBut he can be saved? By the very thing that killed him?â
Stiga nodded slowly, than reached out to touch Lilianaâs face with one age-spotted hand, so clenched and twisted with age it was like a claw. âRemember.â
âI will,â she said. âThank you.â
âI have food for you, my owlet, but you must wash first. You must cleanse yourselves, you must eat and sleep in peace. It will be the last time for many moons that you shall sleep so.â
Zed cast Merry a quick conspiratorial grin. It was clear he thought the tiny old woman more than a little mad. Merry was not so sure. Her words had sent a chill through him that raised all the hairs on his skin. He crossed his arms
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