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I had my doubts about that. I also had my doubts about her sight. Before, I hadn't thought she had any; now I wasn't so sure. Which meant that all she'd told me might be true.
"What do you know about the wolf in the mountains?"
She lifted her hands, lowered them again. "I know only what the cards, the palms, the ball, tell me. "
"Yet you don't recall what appeared in the crystal or what you said?"
"I'm an old woman; sometimes I don't recall my name. "
I narrowed my eyes. She was lying, but why? Did she truly know nothing? Or was she afraid? Either way, I doubted I'd get any more info from her.
Questioning Gypsies was like trying to catch a floating feather. You kept snatching and snatching at the air, and the thing floated higher, remaining just out of your reach.
"Edana?" The tent flap rattled. "I have your supper. "
I untied the entrance, and a young woman entered carrying a tray. I hadn't seen her before. Her hair was an interesting combination of blond and light brown, a shade that should be dishwater yet glowed tawny in the light of the oil lamp. Her eyes were light, more green than blue, and tilted up at the corners. The more I saw of these Gypsies, the more I thought they'd fraternized early and often with their Irish neighbors, despite any taboos to the contrary.
The girl gave me a quick, somewhat harried nod and crossed the tent to set the plates in front of Edana. "I'm sorry to be late. "
The old woman waved away her apology. "Understandable, child. "
I slipped outside; the show was over. People streamed away from the bleachers toward their cars. A few stopped at the trinket tables, a few more bought popcorn and cotton candy, while several formed a line in front of Edana's place.
Mal was on the other side of the camp astride Benjamin. His head lifted; our eyes met, and he turned the horse toward me.
Mal was only a few feet away when the girl ducked out of Edana's tent. Her sudden appearance must have startled the animal, because he threw up his head, nostrils flaring.
Malachi's forearms bulged as he attempted to control the horse, but the horse's eyes rolled wildly and he began to buck. Everyone in the immediate vicinity scattered. Then Benjamin reared, and when his hooves met the ground again, he galloped for the trees.
The girl stood rooted to the spot, face white. I ran after Mal, though I had no hope of catching him.
Just before the two would have disappeared into the forest, the horse suddenly stopped, planted his front feet, lifted his hindquarters, and sent Malachi sailing over his head to smack against the nearest tree trunk with a bone-crunching thud before sliding to the ground. Then Benjamin lowered his head and nudged his master's still form.
I reached Mal first. He was already sitting up, patting the horse's nose, and murmuring in both Rom and Gaelic.
I fell to my knees, my hands fluttering over Mal, though what I expected to do I wasn't certain. I wouldn't know what a broken bone felt like if I touched one.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice unsteady.
He contemplated me with a confused expression. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You went flying into the - " I waved my hand vaguely.
His eyes softened. "I can't count the number of times I've been thrown from a horse. I know how to fall. I assure you, that looked much worse than it was. "
It looked like he'd broken his neck, yet he climbed to his feet easily, then held out his hand to me.
I laid my palm against his; just the touch of skin on skin made me want to go into his arms and remain there while he murmured soothing words in another language until my heart stopped racing.
However, when I reached my feet, he let me go and stepped back. I frowned at his withdrawal, then noticed we'd drawn a crowd.
Someone is watching you, Edana had warned.
Make that a whole lot of someones.
When everyone realized that Malachi was fine and the horse, too, they drifted away.
"What got into him?" I asked.
