Raven's Strike (Raven #2)(27)

"He and most of the men in the village," said Seraph dryly. "And I killed the troll."

Alinath grinned; the expression looked a lot like Tier's. It wasn't one that Seraph had seen on Alinath's face before - but then Alinath had seldom been happy in Seraph's presence since Seraph's marriage to Tier. "No one is going to chide you for using magic this time. But I doubt you'll have anyone swooning over you either."

Seraph stole Rinnie's favorite expression and rolled her eyes. "Probably run the other direction. It took them twenty years to forget about the time I almost flattened the bakery - do you suppose it'll be twenty years before they forget the troll?"

Alinath put the last of Bandor's shirts in the pack. "I don't think they'll ever forget," she said seriously. "But I don't believe that is necessarily a bad thing that they are reminded you are not just a farmer's wife."

"That is what I am."

"No." Alinath tied the pack and lifted it. "You are a Traveler, a Raven of the Clan of the Silent."

"The Clan of Isolde the Silent," corrected Seraph. "I am also Seraph Tieraganswife. Isolde's clan is dead these twenty years and more. I have been Rederni for longer than I was a Traveler."

"Seraph," said Alinath. "You have always been Traveler - and Raven, too. We've known that since the day you almost flattened the bakery, all of us - even Tier."

She picked up her bags and left Seraph alone.

After a moment, Seraph shook off the effects of Alinath's words. Alinath wasn't Tier, with his fearful accuracy where people were concerned.

Seraph had given up her Traveler heritage and exchanged it for Tier and for her children. True, the time she'd spent in Benroln's clan this summer had been comfortable, like taking out a shirt stored for years and finding that it still fit. But here was where she belonged.

But she still wore Traveler's clothing rather than Rederni skirts.

With brisk movements, Seraph stripped the bedding from the bed for washing. She started for the ladder, then turned around. The room was small and spare, a third the size of the cell that Tier had occupied in the palace in Taela. It was the room in which her children had been born.

In a few weeks it would be harvest season. There would be no harvest this year, but that was all to the good because there was the Shadowed and the problem of the Ordered gemstones. Traveler business that had to be taken care of before she settled down and became just a Rederni wife again.

Then, no more magic except the seasonal strengthening of the warding.

"This is my home," she said aloud to counter the feeling of suffocation that made her chest tight. "I belong here."

Leaving Tier and her sons to expedite the villager's exodus - Tier restricted to a supervisory role - Seraph recruited Rinnie to help clean the house and take inventory.

"It's a good thing you've been taking care of the garden while we were gone," Seraph said, scrubbing at a new stain on the floor. "I was worried we'd have to send Tier to Leheigh for supplies, but with the garden we'll be all right."

"Aunt Alinath, Uncle Bandor, and I came out once a week." Rinnie climbed onto a table so she could get a better view of the cupboards. "The bakery is hard work. I see why Papa decided that he'd rather farm."

"Farming is hard work, too," said Seraph. "And the bakery brings in a lot more money."

"But at the bakery you have to be inside all the time." Rinnie pulled a jar out of a cupboard and peered inside it. "I missed Gura and Skew and the garden."

"But not us?"

Rinnie grinned. "I missed you, too. Next time you go on an adventure, I get to go."

"It looked to me like you had your own adventure," Seraph observed.

"Mother, Cormorants aren't any good for anything," Rinnie all but moaned, setting the jar aside. "Look at how Papa, Jes, Lehr, and you fought that troll. All I could do was rain on him."

"The Orders are all different," said Seraph. "We met another Cormorant - did your father tell you? He made a lot of money by manipulating the weather. He'd pick a wealthy village and let it dry out for a month or two, then have them pay him to make it rain."

Rinnie straightened up, aghast. "Travelers are supposed to help people, Mother."

"And so I told him," said Seraph serenely. "He doesn't do it anymore."

Rinnie grinned. "I wish people would listen to me when I tell them things, the way they listen to you."

The door banged open, and Jes came in. "They're gone, we're back," he said in one breath. "We took them to Redern. I'm glad they're gone."

Seraph raised her eyebrows. "Boots?" she suggested gently. "I've just swept the floor, and I have no plans to do it again soon."

He backed rapidly out of the house and sat on the porch. "Everyone kept touching, touching, touching. 'Hello, Jes.' They'd say. 'Good to have you back.' Touch. Touch. Touch."

"I'm sorry. You should have asked them not to touch you."

"Hennea said, 'Stop touching the man, you fools. It hurts him.' and they stopped touching me." He pulled off a boot and looked up with a pleased expression.

"Hennea yelled at them?" Seraph asked surprised.