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p and looked down on the twinkling lights。
〃It's smaller；〃 Miriamele said。 〃It used to fill this entire valley。〃
Simon squinted。 〃I think it still does…see； there are houses all the way across。 It's just that only half of them have fires； or lamps burning； or whatever。〃 He pulled off his gloves to blow on his fingers。 〃So。 Where shall we stay tonight？ Did you bring any money for an inn？〃
〃We are not going to sleep indoors。〃
Simon raised an eyebrow。 〃No？ Well； at least we can find a hot meal somewhere。〃
Miriamele turned to look at him。 〃You don't understand； do you？ This is my father's country。 I have been here before myself。 And there are so few travelers on the road that even if we weren't recognized by anyone； people would want to ask us questions；〃 She shook her head。 〃I can't take the chance。 We can probably send you in somewhere to buy some food…I did bring some money…but stay in a hostel？ We might as well hire a trumpeter to walk before us。〃
It was hard to tell in the dim light； but Simon seemed to be flushing。 There was certainly an angry edge to his voice。 〃If you say so。〃
She calmed her own temper。 〃Please； Simon。 Don't you think that I would love a chance to wash my face and sit down on a bench and eat a real supper？ I'm trying to do what's best。〃
Simon looked at her for a moment； then nodded。 〃I'm sorry。 That's good sense。 I was just disappointed。〃
Miriamele felt a sudden gust of affection for him。 〃I know。 You're a good friend。〃
He looked up sharply； but said nothing。 They rode down the hillside into the Stanshire valley。
There was something wrong with Stanshire。 Miriamele remembered it from her visit some half…dozen years before as a bustling； thriving town populated mostly by miners and their families； a place where even at night the narrow streets were full of lamplight…but now the few passersby seemed in a hurry to be inside once more； and even the town's inns were quiet as monasteries and nearly empty。
Miriamele waited in the shadows outside The Wedge and Beetle while Simon spent some of their cintis…pieces on bread and milk and onions。
〃I asked the owner about some mutton and he just stared at me；〃 Simon said。 〃I think it's been a very bad year。〃
〃Did he ask you any questions？〃
〃He wanted to know where I came from。〃 Simon was already nibbling on his bread。 〃I told him I was a chandler from Hasu Vale； looking for some work。 He looked at me funny again； then said； 'Well； you've found there's no work to be had here； haven't you？' It's just as well he didn't need some work because I've forgotten everything Jeremias ever told me about how to make candles。 But he asked me how long since I'd left Hasu Vale； and was it true what everyone said； that there's hauntings in the hills there。〃
〃Hauntings？〃 Miriamele felt a thin line of ice along her spine。 〃I don't like the sound of that。 What did you tell him？〃
〃That I'd been gone a long time； of course。 That I'd been traveling in the south looking for work。 Then； before he could start asking me about that； I told him my wife was waiting in the wagon up on the River Road and that I had to go。〃
〃Your wife？〃
Simon grinned。 〃Well； I had to tell him something； didn't I？ Why else would a man take his food and hurry back out into the cold？〃
Miriamele made a disgusted noise； then clambered up into the saddle。 〃We should find a place to sleep； at least for a while。 I'm exhausted。〃
Simon looked around。 〃I don't know where we could go here…it's hard to tell which houses are empty； even if there's no smoke and no light。 The people may have left； or they just might not have any firewood。〃
As he spoke； a light rain began to fall。
〃We should move farther out；〃 she said。 〃On the western edge of town we can probably find an empty barn or a shed。 Also there's a quarry out there； a big one。〃
〃Sounds splendid。〃 Simon took a bite from one of the rather shriveled…looking onions。 〃You lead。〃
〃Just don't eat my supper by mistake；〃 she said darkly。 〃And don't spill any of that milk。〃
〃No； my lady；〃 he replied。
As they rode west on Soakwood Road； one of Stanshire's main thoroughfares； Miriamele found herself oddly disturbed by Simon's words。 It was indeed impossible to tell if any of the darkened houses and shops were occupied； but she had a distinct sense of being watched； as though hidden eyes peered…out through the cracks in the window shutters。
Soon enough they reached the farmland outside town。 The rain had eased； and was now little more than a drizzle。 Miriamele pointed out the quarry； which from their vantage point on Soakwood Road was a great black nothingness。 When the road had climbed a little higher up the hill； they could see a flickering of reddish light on the lower walls of the quarry。
〃Someone's got a fire there；〃 said Simon。 〃A big one。〃
〃Perhaps they're digging stone；〃 Miriamele replied。 〃Whatever they're doing； though； we don't need to know about it。 The fewer people who see us； the better。〃 She turned them off the wide road and down one of the small lanes； away from the quarry and back toward the River Road。 The path was muddy； and finally Miriamele decided that it would be better to light a torch than risk a broken leg for one of the horses。 They dismounted； and Simon did his best to hold off the misting rain with his cloak while Miriamele stmggled with the flint。 At last she managed to strike a spark that set the oily rag burning。
After riding a little farther they found a likely shelter； a large shed standing in a field that had gone mostly to weeds and bramble。 The house to which it apparently belonged； several hundred paces away down the glen； looked deserted。 Neither Miriamele nor Simon were certain that the house was truly empty； but the shed at least seemed relatively safe； and they would certainly be drier and happier than beneath open sky。 They tethered their horses to a gnarled…and sadly barren…apple tree behind the shed； out of sight of the house below。
Inside； the torchlight revealed a heap of damp straw in the middle of the dirt floor； as well as a few rusting tools with splintered or missing handles leaned against the wall in anticipation of repair。 A corroded scythe was depressing to Miriamele in its forgotten uselessness； but also heartening in that it suggested no one had used this shed for some time。 Reassured； she and Simon went back out and fetched their saddlebags。
Miriamele kicked the straw into two even piles； then laid out her bedroll on one of them。 She looked around critically。 〃I wish we could risk a real fire；〃 she said； 〃but I do not even like the torch。〃
Simon had stuck the burning brand into the dirt of the floor； away from the straw。 〃I need to be able to see to eat；〃 he said。 〃We'll put it out soon。〃
They devoured what remained of their meal hungrily； washing the dry bread down with draughts of cool milk。 As they wiped fingers and lips clean on their sleeves； Simon looked up。
〃So what do we do tomorrow？〃 he asked。
〃Ride。 If the weather stays like this； we might as well ride by day。