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Two apiece, he decided as he gathered the pears and wondered if Lia had ever tasted one. They’d be expensive. Always were since . . .Jared’s mind stuttered to a halt.... since the trees only thrived in the soil of southwestern Shalador . . . and the land that bordered it.
Jared walked to the counter and carefully set down his armful of pears at the same time Blaed set down a large bag of potatoes.
“These are practical,” Blaed said, smiling indulgently at the pears. When Jared didn’t respond, he shrugged and went back to gathering supplies.
It was the hardest thing he’d done in a long, long time, but Jared kept his voice casual as he asked, “How far is it to Shalador?”
“Two full days’ ride north, Lord,” the old woman replied.
Nodding, Jared turned away to select some apples.
Two days to the border. Three days to Ranon’s Wood.
If he rode the Red Wind, he could be home in less than an hour.
He could send Blaed back to the wagon with the supplies and stable the gelding here. By the time they cooked and ate the midday meal, he’d be home. Rested, the gelding could catch up to them easily before they stopped for the night.
An hour. All he needed was an hour to see his family, to talk to Reyna. He’d be gone three hours altogether, four at the most.
He . . . couldn’t go.
The pain almost doubled him over.
He couldn’t go. Three hours, three days, it made no difference. If it wasn’t for Lia’s compassion, he’d be in the salt mines of Pruul right now. And she’d be home. Oh, the unknown enemy Dorothea SaDiablo had set among them still would have been there, the danger still would have walked beside her, but surely the Gray Lady’s warriors would have been waiting for her at the mountain pass and would have protected their young Queen at any cost.
But out here? Brock and Randolf still believed they were slaves, and both were bitter enough to step aside rather than risk themselves for their owner. Eryk and Corry wore Birthright Jewels, but they were too young and had too little training. Whatever useful knowledge Garth had was locked inside him. Little Cathryn had few defenses; Tomas, none. Thayne was a light-Jeweled Warlord but not a fighter. Blaed would fight, if for no other reason than to protect Thera.
And Thera would fight for reasons of her own.
Jared straightened up. A shiver ran down his spine.
Unless she really served elsewhere.
Unless her past was just a story shrouded in a Black Widow’s Craft.
Unless there was another reason why she’d changed her name.
She wasn’t among the ones Lia had been sent to bring back. She’d admitted she’d used a spell to draw the right kind of owner.
Or just a particular one?
She and Lia spent a lot of time in the wagon. Alone.
Green against Green. But if one of those Greens was somehow backed by a Red-Jeweled Black Widow High Priestess?
Hastily gathering the apples, Jared set them on the counter, noticing that Blaed had added a bag of flour, a small block of salt, and two bags of sugar.
“I think that will do it,” Jared said, fighting the urge to abandon the supplies and race back to the wagon.
Fool! Thrice-times fool for leaving her. She was too trusting, too gentle. She’d see the enemy’s smile but not the knife until it was too late. She didn’t have any experience with this kind of treachery.
“I think we should add a few vegetables to this,” Blaed said. “Onions, at least. And we need meat.”
Why was Blaed watching him like that? Why was Blaedreally here? To help? Or to warn Thera if he returned sooner than expected?
*What’s wrong, Jared?* Blaed asked. *All of a sudden, you’re jumping at shadows.*
Jared added a braid of onions to the supplies. *Am I?*
A flash of Opal-strength anger touched him.
*I’m worried about them, too. Lia’s upset, Thera’s edgy Neither of them will say why.* Blaed’s temper flared. *You’re not the only one who believes in honor, Warlord.*
They turned away from each other and began selecting vegetables at random, ignoring the old woman who watched them anxiously.
Jared took a deep breath. Returning to the full counter, he used Craft to float the vegetables so they wouldn’t bruise the fruit and offered the wide-eyed woman a shrug and a smile.
Deciding that he, at least, was finished, he watched Blaed pick up winter squashes and put them down without choosing any of them. And remembered something about the Warlord Prince’s training that he shouldn’t have discounted.
*What do you think Sadi would do if he were here?* Jared asked.
*I wish he was,* Blaed replied, facing Jared. *Then whatever was troubling Thera and Lia wouldn’t trouble them for long.*
Their eyes met and held.
Yes, if the Sadist had been with them, at least one of their group would have quietly disappeared by now.
Jared turned to the old woman. “Meat?”
“No, Lord,” she said. “There is a butcher just down the street.”
“Fine. What do we owe you?”
“What I have is yours, good Lords,” she whispered.
Blaed’s snarl had her backing away from the counter, her hands protecting her throat.
“We came here to buy supplies, not steal them,” Blaed said.
The woman looked pleadingly at Jared. “I meant no insult, Lord.”
“I know,” Jared soothed. “I know.” Worried that she might collapse, he waited until she seemed a little calmer. “How much?”
Her eyes darting from him to Blaed and back again, she pulled a piece of coarse paper and a slim stick of charcoal from beneath the counter and began writing figures. She totaled them, then licked her lips and said nothing.
Jared tugged the paper out from under her hand, read the total, called in the wad of silver marks, and paid her.
“If you’re thinking of telling me it’s fair that we carry what we each selected, think again,” Blaed said dryly.
Relieved that Blaed had shaken off his anger so quickly, Jared gave him a wicked grin and obligingly vanished half the supplies, including the bag of potatoes. The Warlord Prince could have taken all the supplies without thinking twice. It was just the principle of sharing the work. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” Blaed vanished his half. Facing the old woman, he gave her the slight bow that denoted courtesy to a woman of less rank.
Flustered, she smiled shyly.
“A moment, Lord,” she said when Jared started to leave.
Nodding to Blaed, who went out, he turned back to the old woman.
She went to a small shelf behind the counter and took down a sealed glass jar. “Fruit preserves,” she said, handing the jar to Jared. “I make it myself. It’s good on morning biscuits.”
