“Dinner at sun’s setting,” the goblin told him. “Do not be late.”
Dinner was simple but savory. Most of the dishes were vegetables and tubers from the castle garden, with wild mushrooms from the forest and forest fruits for dessert. There was very little meat, which suited Wiz.
“Moira has been telling me of your travels,” Shiara said. She held a knife in one hand and extended the other hand, palm down and fingertips spread, over the table, finding her plate by the heat from the food.
“It was quite a trip,” Wiz said. “Lady,” he added hastily as Moira frowned.
“I understand you rescued Moira when you were beset by trolls.”
“Well, kinda. Mostly she rescued me.”
“Still, from what Moira tells me it was a bravely done deed.” She smiled slightly. “Though perhaps charging a troll with a stick is not the wisest move.”
“Thank you, Lady,” said Wiz, ignoring the second sentence. “Uh, Lady, do you know if they are still looking for us?”
Shiara turned serious. “Somewhat, I understand. Although your guesting the night in an elf hill seems to have thrown them off the scent and dampened the ardor of many of the League’s allies. There are few who would willingly try conclusions with any of the elven kind, much less an elf duke.”
“Then are they likely to find us here?”
She considered. “Perchance. But in this quiet place it would be hard. We do not use magic at Heart’s Ease, so they cannot find you directly. There is little magic here to reflect off us and show us those with the Sight. No, Sparrow, if they find you at all it will be by accident.
“Besides,” she continued, “finding you and getting here are very different things. In a quiet zone such as this any attempt at magic would be seen instantly by the Watchers and countered. We are a hundred leagues or more from the shores of the Freshened Sea so they cannot come at us overland. The forest creatures are our friends, so they would find it difficult to sneak close.
“All things considered we are safe enough.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Just do not get careless,” Moira said sharply.
“True,” their blind hostess said. “Safety is at best relative and we are deep in the Wild Wood. Do not wander off, and leave things you do not understand strictly alone.”
There was silence for a bit while they ate.
“Lady, what do we do now?” Wiz asked at last.
“You remain here as my guests while the Mighty consider your situation.”
“And Moira?” Wiz asked, dreading the answer.
“I am to remain as well,” said the red-haired witch, in a tone that showed she didn’t like it. “In their wisdom the Mighty have decreed that even here you need a keeper.” She grimaced. “And I am chosen for the task.”
“You don’t have to stay on my account,” Wiz protested.
“I stay because the Mighty would have it so.”
“Peace, peace,” said Shiara. “Lady, I think your quarrel is with those not present, not the Sparrow.”
“True, Lady,” Moira said contritely. She turned to Wiz. “I am sorry I spoke so.”
They contrived to get through the rest of dinner without snapping at each other.
At first Wiz simply luxuriated in life at Heart’s Ease. He had a bed to sleep in, a roof over his head, no one was chasing him and, best of all, he didn’t have to walk all day.
But that palled quickly. There was nothing for him to do. Moira made herself useful, cooking and helping to clean, but Wiz had no domestic skills.
“Is there anything I can do?” he asked Ugo one day as the goblin was sweeping out the great hall.
“Do?” Ugo grunted.
“To help.”
Ugo bent to his sweeping. “Don’t need help. Take care of Lady by myself.”
It wasn’t that he was interested in doing housework, Wiz admitted to himself; he was bored and he felt completely useless.
He wandered out into the garden where Moira was on her hands and knees weeding an herb border.
“Can I help?”
Moira looked up and did not rise.
“How?” she asked suspiciously.
Wiz spread his arms. “I just want to make myself useful.”