Taking Flight

Chapter Nineteen

The bread was rough and a bit stale, but it was filling, and the innkeeper had had leftover cabbage that she had thrown in free; the three had hardly dined well, but at least their bellies were relatively full when they settled onto a hillock at the roadside for the night.

Kelder had two blankets, one for himself and one for Asha; Ezdral claimed he was fine without one.

“I’ve got this to keep me warm,” he said, pulling a squat black bottle out of his belt-pouch. “Been saving it.”

“What is it?” Asha asked.

“Oushka,” Ezdral replied, grinning. “The very best oushka, Adrean’s Pure Barley Liquor, from Sardiron of the Waters. It fell off a caravan wagon last month, and I picked it out of the mud.” He displayed the label.

Asha turned away; Kelder nodded politely, but showed no further interest.

“Been saving it,” Ezdral repeated to himself as he pried the cork out.

As he huddled under his blanket Kelder wondered whether he should have asked for a drink. Something warming might be nice, and he had no philosophical objection to oushka. He had tasted it on occasion, back home in Shulara, for various special events.

Asha, though, with her drunken, malevolent father, wanted nothing to do with any sort of alcohol, and Ezdral, even after he had cleaned himself up a little for dinner, was scarcely an advertisement in favor of strong drink.

“Are you sure you don’t want some, Kelder?” Ezdral said, his voice already starting to slur. “It’s good stuff, and one hates to drink alone.”

Kelder curled himself up more tightly, pretending to be asleep, and decided that he would never drink oushka again.

“It’s your loss, if you don’t,” Ezdral said, shrugging. He gulped noisily, pouring the liquor down his throat, and Kelder shuddered.

A moment later the bottle clinked against a stone as Ezdral dropped it; a heavy thud followed as the old man fell back against the ground. Kelder lay still, huddled and waiting, finding now that he was not really all that sleepy yet.

A snore sounded, and Kelder uncurled enough to peer over his shoulder.

Darkness was descending, the sun down and the lesser moon still low in the east, the greater moon not due up for an hour or more; the little party had not bothered to build a fire. All Kelder could see of Ezdral was a shadowy lump.

He could hear him plainly enough, though; the old drunkard was snoring steadily and loudly.

“He’s asleep,” Asha said, in a conversational tone.

“Hush!” Kelder called in a hoarse whisper. “You’ll wake him!”

“No, I won’t,” Asha said, speaking normally. “He’s too drunk. Nothing’s going to wake him up for hours. He got that whole bottle of oushka down in about five minutes; even my father couldn’t do that!”

Kelder watched Ezdral uneasily. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m positive,” Asha replied. She sat up, a vague shape in the gloom. Kelder watched as she crept over and prodded Ezdral with a finger; the drunkard snored on without stirring. “See?”

Kelder nodded. “I see,” he said.

“So are we going to stay here with him, or are we going to get away and lose him?”

Kelder considered. “I’m not sure,” he said. “He’s not so bad, really.”

“He stinks, and he’s dirty.”

“That’s true,” Kelder admitted. “But if he were cleaned up... He knows a lot, he’s done a lot of traveling. He might be useful. Having an adult along could be helpful.” Having someone along who had money could be helpful, for one thing, he thought, but he didn’t say that aloud. Nor did he mention that he wondered what else the old drunk might know about Irith.

“You’re an adult.”

Kelder shook his head. “Not really,” he said. “I’m only sixteen; if I were an apprentice — well, in most trades I’d still be an apprentice. It’ll be another two years before I really count as an adult.”

“Oh,” Asha said, “I didn’t know.”

“There’s no reason you should have,” Kelder said.

The two of them sat for a moment, on opposite sides of the sleeping Ezdral, not saying anything.

“Is he asleep?” a voice called from somewhere overhead.

Kelder looked up, startled, and found Irith hovering above them, wings gleaming rose in the light of the lesser moon.

“Yes!” Asha shouted up to her. “Come on down!”

The winged girl descended slowly and cautiously, and settled to the ground a few yards away. Asha jumped and ran to her, and gave her a long, enthusiastic hug.

Kelder was a little more controlled about it, but he, too, came over and embraced her.

When they had exchanged greetings, Irith said, “Come on then, let’s get away from him while we can!” She gestured for the others to follow, and started down the slope toward the highway.

Kelder noticed that her wings did not vanish, as they usually did when she walked anywhere; she was keeping them ready, in case Ezdral woke and she had to flee again.

Of course, that would mean leaving Asha and himself behind again...

“Wait a minute,” he said.

“What?” Irith asked, startled. She turned back to face him.

“I’m not sure this is right,” he said. He glanced down at Ezdral. Drunk and snoring, the old man looked lost and forlorn, and Kelder was the prophesied champion of the lost and forlorn, wasn’t he?

And it was time to settle a few things. If he was going to marry Irith — well, marriage was a partnership, and he intended to be an equal partner, at the very least, not giving in to Irith on everything. Her magic gave her an advantage; he had to make up for that by stubbornness.

“What do you mean?” Irith asked. “Of course it is! Why would we want to be anywhere near a dirty old drunk? Come on, let’s get away while we can! He’ll be fine where he is, he doesn’t need us.”

“How do you know that?” Kelder countered.

“Well, he got along just fine all those years in Shan by himself, didn’t he?” the Flyer demanded, hands on her hips.

“It’s not the same, and you know it,” Kelder told her. “Besides, there are things we need to settle.”

“Such as what?” Irith demanded. “Has he been telling you lies?”

“I don’t know,” Kelder said. “Maybe they were lies, maybe they weren’t. Did you hear any of what he told us?”

“Only a little.”

Asha was standing at Irith’s side; now she looked up, startled. “You did hear a little?”

“Maybe,” Irith admitted. “I’m not sure.”

Asha asked, “How could you have heard?”

“She has ways of not being seen if she doesn’t want to be, Asha,” Kelder said. “I don’t know just what they are — but I’d like to.”

Irith glared at him; even in the darkness he could see that.

“You want to talk about all this, Kelder?” she asked.

“Yes, I think I do,” Kelder replied.

“Do we have to do it out here, in the cold and the dark, with that old drunk snoring like a pig?”

“No,” Kelder said, “but I’m not going any farther than the nearest inn without him, until you’ve explained a few things.”

Irith stamped her foot in annoyance. She looked down at Asha, then back at Kelder.

“Well, all right, then,” she said. “We probably couldn’t get very far tonight anyway, in the dark. We’ll talk at the inn over there, all right?”

“All right,” Kelder agreed.