‘I never tire of seeing you do that,’ said Bane, rising from the table and seating himself in the old horsehide chair opposite Vorna.
She smiled as she looked at him. He had his father’s eyes and his mother’s beauty. ‘What are your plans?’ she asked him.
Bane shrugged. ‘I have none. But I do have a bag of gold. A present from my loving father. Ah, but his kindness touches the heart.’
‘He was always kind to me,’ she said, ‘but let us not argue the point. I am far too fond of you to wish to see you angry.’
‘I couldn’t be angry with you, Vorna,’ he said. ‘Next to my mother you have been my greatest friend. I see Banouin has already left. You think he’ll come back?’
‘That will depend on whether he finds what he’s looking for,’ she said, her voice heavy with sadness. She looked into Bane’s strange eyes. ‘It will also depend on whether he survives to find it.’
‘You think he is in danger? Have you had a vision?’
‘I have many visions, but none concerning my son. Or you. I think my love for you both blocks my power. What I do know is that he is riding south, through a wartorn land full of violence and destruction. And he is not a warrior, Bane. You know that.’
‘Aye, I do. He is not . . . strong,’ he finished lamely.
‘You are a good friend to him,’ she said, with a smile. ‘You always were.’
He blushed. ‘I know I always got him into trouble, and you were constantly scolding me.’
She shook her head. ‘You never were very comfortable with compliments. Even as a child.’
Bane chuckled. ‘Never received enough to become accustomed to them.’ He walked to the window and pushed open the shutters. Then he scanned the hills. The sound of hammering was still coming from Nanncumal’s forge. ‘Poor grandfather,’ he said softly. ‘First his wife, then his daughter. He has suffered much.’
‘You have forgiven him?’ asked Vorna.
‘Aye, I have. It was hard for him to have a disgraced daughter back in his house. In some ways I think he blamed me. But he was never harsh to me. He was even kindly in his own way. When I saw him weep at my mother’s death all the anger just flowed away from me.’ Turning back towards her he gave a rueful smile. ‘Difficult to hate a man who loved someone that you loved.’
‘That is a good lesson to learn,’ she said.
‘I’m not awfully good at learning lessons,’ he admitted. ‘I can write my name and the word for horse.’ Returning to the fire he sat back, resting his blond head on the back of the chair. ‘I have always liked this room,’ he said. ‘It is so calm here. I feel at peace.’
‘I know what you mean,’ Vorna told him. ‘It is a good house. Many happy memories are stored in these walls.’
He sat up. ‘I spent three nights in your old cave. Threw the hunters off the scent. How long did you live there?’
‘Twenty-five years.’
‘I was going out of my mind by the fourth morning. How could you dwell in such a desolate place?’
‘I was a different person then. Younger, more bitter.’
‘That’s where you saved Connavar’s life,’ he said. ‘I thought of that often as I hid there.’
‘Had I not done so you would never have been born,’ she pointed out. ‘And I would not have wed Banouin’s father. Hence no Banouin. And what would the world have been without you two?’
‘Duller,’ he said. His smile faded. ‘Tell me about Connavar and the bear.’
‘What is it you wish to know? Everyone knows the story.’
‘Aye, they do. But is it all true, Vorna? Did he really stand against the beast to save his crippled friend? Or was there another reason?’
‘No other reason. He tried to carry Riamfada away from danger, but the bear was coming fast. So he put his friend down and turned to face it, armed with just a dagger. He was two years younger than you are now.’ Vorna sighed. ‘Do not look so disappointed, Bane. Would you want your father to be a coward?’