Talon Of The Silver Hawk Part 20

"Moved an hour ago," said Demetrius. "Along with your painting gear. We just couldn't get this trunk into the wagon with the rest."

"Why?" asked Talon. "I don't have much, certainly not enough to fill a wagon."

Demetrius again grinned. "You'd be surprised."

They moved down the hall to where the now-empty wagon waited, and loaded the trunk. In a few minutes they were b.u.mping along down the track that led from the village, past the lake, to the small hut.

It might once have been a charcoal-burner's hut, or perhaps the hut of a gamekeeper, but it had for some reason fallen out of use and been uninhabited for years. When they got Demetrius reined in the horse and Talon jumped down from the back of the wagon. He and Rondar got the trunk down and manoeuvred it to where Demetrius stood, holding open the door.

As he stepped into the cottage, Talon stopped stock-still. Then he said softly, "I'll be . . ."

"The girls were in here yesterday cleaning, and Rondar and I moved everything else," Demetrius said.

"But where did all this come from?" asked Talon, indicating the room.

The cottage was s.p.a.cious, larger than the hut he had shared with Magnus. A hearth complete with spit and an iron cauldron on a hook for stews and soups waited for a fire. A free-standing pantry had been placed near at hand, and a small table occupied the corner between the pantry and the fireplace. His bed rested against the opposite wall, near the door, and at the foot of it had placed a large wooden wardrobe. Talon and Rondar set the trunk down next to the wardrobe. Talon opened its door and exclaimed, "Look at this!"

Fine garments, of various colours and cuts, hung neatly inside.

Rondar said, "Gentleman."

Demetrius nodded. "Seems to be the case. But why here I have no idea."

Looking at one doublet, with enough eyelets and fasteners to confound the eye, Talon said, "To practise getting dressed, I suppose. Look at these things."

Hose, leggings, trousers, singlets, doublets, waistcoats, all hung neatly from wooden rods and hangers. In the bottom of the wardrobe half a dozen different types of boots and shoes were neatly arranged.

Then Talon caught sight of the far corner. "Books!" he exclaimed with pleasure. He crossed the room to examine the t.i.tles on the shelves there. "All new to me," he said quietly.

"Well," said Demetrius, "we're for supper. I've been told to tell you you're on your own for a while. Someone will bring you your supper tonight and some other provisions, and then you're to keep to yourself for a while."

Talon knew better than to ask why. No one would have told Demetrius.

Rondar pointed to the easel. "Practise."

"Yes," said Talon. "I guess they want me to focus on that, and these other things."

"We'll see you around, I'm sure," said Demetrius. "Come along, Rondar. Let's get the wagon back to the stable."

The two friends left, and Talon sat down and drank in his new surroundings. It was strange to think that, at least for a short while, this would be his home, and it filled him with an odd melancholy. He had never lived alone, not since the day of his birth. The only significant time he had been by himself had been upon Shatana Higo, waiting for his vision.

He sat quietly, letting the mood sweep through him. He remembered what he had been taught and allowed the nostalgic longing for his childhood to pa.s.s through him; he would not engage that sorrow now. He would acknowledge it and renew his vow that some day his people would be avenged; and then he would let it go.

Twilight was upon him before he realized it. He was just lighting a lamp when he heard a wagon pull up outside the hut. It must be his supper, he thought.

He opened the door and almost fell over backwards to get out of the way of Alysandra, who marched purposely into the room carrying a steaming kettle of something wonderful. Behind her a voice called, "I'll unload."

"Thanks, Jom," she said over her shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" Talon asked.

"I've brought you your supper," she said. "Didn't they tell you?"

"They told me someone was bringing it, but not who," he answered, then felt foolish for having said it.

She smiled, then removed the light cloak she had around her shoulders. Underneath it she wore a simple dress, off the shoulders, and her hair fell around her face. Talon felt his chest tighten.

He stood there speechless for a long moment, then said, "I'll help Jom."

She smiled and turned to find plates and cups.

Jom handed down two large sacks to Talon and said, "I've got more in that box, there."

"What is it?"

"Food. You're supposed to cook for yourself, I was to tell you. Practise what Leo taught you. Whoever he was and whatever it was he taught you," Jom added. He took up a third sack and jumped down from the wagon.

Talon picked up the food and carried it inside. "Better dig a cold cellar out back," said Jom as he put down the sack. "Got some ham and a quarter of beef coming tomorrow, I was told to tell you. There's a shovel and some tools in a shed out there, if you didn't know."

"Thanks," said Talon as Jom went out of the door.

Talon turned, expecting to see Alysandra moving to follow Jom, but instead she stood at the table, ladling out portions of stew into a pair of bowls. "Ah . . . you're staying?" asked Talon.

She waved for him to sit, and produced a bottle of wine. Then she poured two mugfuls, pulled out one of the two small stools that had been stored beneath the table and sat down. "Yes, I'm going eat with you. Didn't they tell you?"

Talon sat down. "Apparently everyone else got told except me." He could hardly take his eyes off Alysandra, but each time she glanced at him, he looked away.

She laughed. "It's like that sometimes around here, isn't it?"

"It's like that a lot around here," he replied, and she laughed again.

They ate in silence for a few minutes, then Talon said, "I'm pleased you're here, really, but . . . well . . . what are you doing here?"

"Oh, didn't Master Maceus tell you that, either?"

"No," said Talon. "As I said, no one has been telling me much of anything."

"I'm going to be staying here with you. I'm your new model."

Talon put down his mug. He could not believe what she had said. "You're the model."

"Yes, for the nude study you're doing."

Talon felt his cheeks begin to burn, but he forced himself to calmness. Obviously, she had no problem posing for him, so he needn't feel uncomfortable, he decided. Despite this, however, he couldn't eat, so he put the contents of his plate back in the pot. "I'm not really hungry," he said weakly. "I was in the kitchen all day and you know how it is, a bite here, a bit of a nibble there."

She smiled and said nothing.

When she had finished her supper, she said, "Fetch me some water from the lake, and I'll clear up."

Glad for the excuse to be alone for a moment, Talon hurried to comply with her request, taking the large oak bucket from beside the door and hurried down to the lake. A small stream fed the lake and Talon filled the bucket there, where the water was freshest. He lugged it back and found that Alysandra had already cleared the table and put the plates and cups on the rack outside next to the door. When he appeared, she took the water from him without comment and quickly washed up.

Talon went inside, agonizing over what to say next to her. But before he had been able to think of anything, she stepped into the doorway and paused there, letting herself be framed in it. "It's warm tonight," she said.

"Yes," said Talon, realizing that he was perspiring, but certain it had nothing to do with the weather. "It's a bit warm."

Suddenly she was undressing. "Let's go for a swim."

Talon sat in mute astonishment as she quickly removed her dress. Seeing his expression, she laughed. "Get used to seeing me this way, Talon. You're going to be painting me for a while, remember."

"I suppose so," he said, watching as she turned and hurried down to the water.

"Come on!" she ordered, laughing at his obvious discomfort.

Talon stripped off his boots, tunic, and trousers, and ran after her. Alysandra was already splashing into the water by the time he reached the sh.o.r.e. He ran into the water and executed a shallow dive. Coming up, he wiped his hair back and said, "This feels wonderful."

She swam over to him. "Yes, doesn't it?"

Talon ducked his head beneath the water and came up again. "I missed bathing today, and I think I needed this."

"You didn't smell any worse than usual," she said.

"Huh?" he said, stunned by the remark. "I smell bad?"

She laughed. "It's a joke, you simpleton." Then she began to splash him.

He splashed back, and quickly they were drenching one another as if they were children. Then they swam for nearly an hour, until the large moon rose in the east, and finally Alysandra said, "Time to get out."

"I didn't bring towelling or robes," Talon said, as if he should have thought of such things.

"It's warm. We'll be half-dry by the time we get back to the hut."

They left the water and walked along side by side. Talon couldn't take his eyes from the way her body was bathed in the moonlight. She was slender, as he had known she would be, but her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were larger than he had imagined, and her hips were narrower than he had expected, almost boyish from certain angles.

"You're staring."

He flushed. "Sorry, but I was thinking of how best to pose you."

She glanced away. "Oh. Of course."

Embarra.s.sed, Talon realized that his body had started to respond to the sight of her. He wished he could creep away and die, but luckily Alysandra ignored his embarra.s.sment. When they reached the hut, Talon stopped at the door. "I just realized . . ."

"What?" she said, turning to face him.

"There's only one bed."

"Of course," she said, stepping forward until she was pressed up against him. Arms snaked around his neck and suddenly her face was in front of him, and her mouth was upon his. Talon hesitated but only for an instant, then he pulled her into him and everything else in the world was forgotten.

"What is that you're whistling?" she asked.

"Hold still," Talon commanded, with a grin. "Some tune, I don't know. Something I made up."

"I like it. Can you play it on the pipe?"

"I think so," he said, stepping back to look at the painting he had begun that morning, the third since Alysandra had come to the hut. For the first time since taking up the brush he was confident, and the first sketch he had made required little correction. He was now applying paint in blocks and patches, giving colour to a black-on-white image, and before his eyes he could see it taking form.

He had spent the first night with her in a state of euphoria. He had never imagined he could feel for any woman the way he did for Alysandra. She was sweet, warm, pa.s.sionate and giving, as well as insistent and demanding in a playful and arousing manner.

They had hardly slept, save for brief naps between bouts of lovemaking. Finally, she had announced that hunger was making it impossible to sleep and he cooked while she bathed in the lake. He took a quick swim while she ate, then returned and wolfed down bread and cheese, a gulp or two of wine, and then dragged her back to bed.

Somehow between lovemaking, eating and sleeping, he had contrived to dig the cellar in the rear of the property next to the abandoned shed. He had been delighted to discover that someone had started the same project years before, and most of the hole was already dug, so that he only had to clear away years of acc.u.mulated detritus and brush, and then trim the sides, dig out steps, and measure a door.

He finished the task on the second day. The meat, ale, wine and cheese, along with a basket of fruit now rested in the cool cellar. Since then, he had devoted himself to one thing only, Alysandra.

He stepped back from the painting and made a considering noise. "Hmmm . . ."

She dropped her pose and came over to look. "That's me?"

"Yes," he said in mock seriousness. "It'll start looking more like you as I refine the details."

"If you say so." She came around behind him and hugged him. Then she let her hands drop down along his stomach and with mock surprise said, "My, what's that?"

He turned in the circle of her arms, kissed her, and said, "Let me show you."

For the entire summer, they lived an idyllic life. Occasionally Master Maceus would come to review Talon's work and would find ways to improve it; yet he never criticized. As autumn drew on, Talon was finishing his twelfth portrait, this one of Alysandra reclining on the bed.

"I've been thinking," he said, applying further details he had just noticed. Now he was starting to seek perfection in the work.

"About what?" she asked with a smile.

"About what is to come next."

"Another painting?" she said with a grin.

"No, I mean about us."

Suddenly her smile vanished. She stood up and quickly moved to stand in front of him. Without the slightest hint of warmth she raised her right hand and put her index finger over his mouth. "Shush," she admonished. "There is nothing to think about. We just are here, now, and that's all that matters."

"But-"

She pressed her finger hard and there was a flash in her eyes he had never seen before. "I said shush." Then her smile returned, but there was a hardness to it that was new to Talon. She reached down and stroked him, saying, "I know how to make you stop thinking about things best left ignored."