Bramandin
Science fiction fantasy
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I don't know if it's just a bad chapter, a bad story, or maybe I'm at the point where I should go Superman-style where they cut from finding the tyke to him being a teenager or later. It's not at a point where it needs polish; I just won't yell if someone feels the need to point out polish-parts.
Radley remembered the argument from last night. “They seemed to have that idea, but I’ve been looking after myself.”
“Not well enough,” Kerwin said. “You seem lucky that you haven’t starved to death yet.”
Radley knew better than to get into arguments about luck. “I don’t know why hunters would have me doing women’s work instead of going to a seamstress, but I woulda been fine if I coulda gotten something steady.” He noticed Kerwin’s expression, like someone who was on his way to start hitting. “I didn’t mean to mock. I was told that people do things different in different places and I guess that there’s nothing wrong with a man who sews here.”
Kerwin ran his hand down his face-hair as if trying to smooth it, but it remained fuzzy. “Most of the people in the guild are women, and us men get teased sometimes, but no one actually means anything by it. If we think they did, they’d be walking around in rags. Seamstress has another meaning, a shameful one, and even the women who sew are called tailors.”
Radley nodded. “In Blackrock, married women only sew for their family. There are women that men don’t want to marry but they do those things for unmarried men.”
Kerwin looked at him oddly before inspecting the mend again. “You have a lot to learn, but do you think that you could do this type of work every day?”
“I think I would love that,” Radley said. “The only part I minded about it was getting mocked.”
“I would also have to act as your caregiver. I’d be considered irresponsible if I treated you like a full adult,” Kerwin said. “That means that I would have authority over you as if you were my own.”
Radley didn’t want to say it, but he would not put up with being hit if he didn’t have to. He couldn’t remember what his father and Robern had done beyond making sure he was fed, and wondered if there was anything more than that. “I won’t pretend that you’re my real father.”
“I’m not looking for love, just respect,” Kerwin said.
Radley nodded. “I think I can do that.”
Chapter Break
Radley was brought upstairs to the workroom, and Kerwin spoke with Idony for a moment before introducing him to the others. In addition to Idony, there was another woman was about her age named Sabelea, her young daughter Tamsia, and an old woman named Granny (name) who he was to address as Granny. Radley got to watch them work while Kerwin explained what they were doing. Idony was at the loom and using it seemed so complicated that Radley could hardly believe he’d learn how to do it someday. Sabelea and Granny were spinning and the way the soft tufts turned to thread through their fingers seemed like magic.
“I’d have you learn spinning right away, but the shearing is in a few days and carding is simple enough, so you’ll be doing that when we get the raw wool,” Kerwin said. “For now, you’ll help me get your sleeping-cabinet cleaned out.”
When the cabinet was empty, Kerwin said. “It looks like you’re wearing winter clothes, so I found some things in the used basket that look like they’ll fit you. One of the shirts needs repair, so you’ll be learning how to do it properly.
“Thank you, dom.” Radley was aware of winter because cold drafts came in from outside, but it seemed odd to have clothes that were wrong to wear at other times. He didn’t want to question it because Kerwin might take it as disrespect.
Kerwin asked. “Will you be able to sleep without a mattress for a few days?”
“What’s a mattress?” Radley asked.
“What you sleep on?”
“Bare stone, dom,” Radley said.
Kerwin brushed his face-hair. “So that’s not urgent. Are you also able to get by without shoes?”
“I’ve never worn shoes.” Radley had noticed a few other children on the way here and some of them were barefoot.
“What did you do in winter?” Kerwin asked.
“Only hunters go outside, and never in winter because it’s too cold,” Radley said.
Kerwin frowned. “You have never been outside?”
Radley shook his head. “Not until last night.”
“How did you get here?”
“I think I came here by magic.” Radley had thought carefully about what he would say, and he’d always been interested in elfi-stories about misleading truths. “I wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t been starving, but I stole food from the Lady’s shrine. Before I knew what was happening, Cobi’s family was helping me.”
Kerwin stared at him. “The Lady?”
“She’s a goddess of luck.”
Kerwin’s expression turned dangerous and he grabbed Radley’s arm. “You’re in league with a goddess? Deities are nothing but trouble and worshipping them is forbidden.”
Radley struggled against his grip. He wished he’d known that Kerwin felt the same way about it that he did. “I hate the Lady. People waste food on her when I needed it more.”
Kerwin asked. “Then why would she help you?”
“I don’t know.” Radley had to fight the urge to start hitting; that always made things worse. “It was that crazy jigan. Cobi didn’t want me to tell anyone.”
Kerwin relaxed his grip but didn’t let go. “If you lie to me again, you will be out on your ear. How did you get here?”
“I did steal food from the Lady’s shrine, though I prefer to get it honestly. I don’t know what Leti was doing in Blackrock, but it sounds like she took me because she was angry that no one was taking care of me,” Radley said. “She said that the Lady was a superstition.”
“Do you believe in the Lady?”
“I don’t know.” Radley really wanted to say that he didn’t, but Kerwin might believe it was a lie. “I didn’t before, but people don’t get the sort of luck that I just got.”
Kerwin let go of him. “You had a run-in with Leti. She’s no goddess but drawing her attention can change the course of someone’s life. Does she know that Jacobi brought you here?”
“It was her idea.” Radley had a bad feeling about telling him that, but there was also a chance he’d be in trouble if he didn’t. “Valmos wanted her to take me back and thought you wouldn’t take me because people only take care of their own.”
“That damned meddling grimalkin,” Kerwin spat. “She’s more of a menace than any wild jigan.”
Radley wanted to say something, but he had no idea what he could without making things worse. Instead he waited uneasily for Kerwin to take the next step.
After a moment, Kerwin tried to smooth his face-hair. “Do you have any other unpleasant surprises for me?”
Radley shook his head. “I don’t think so, dom.”
“Don’t look so glum. I’m not going to kick you out just because of her,” Kerwin said. “She tends to get what she wants because it takes courage to stand up to her. I’m guessing that you didn’t have a choice.”
“Valmos said I could go back if I wanted to,” Radley said. “Can he control her?”
Kerwin snorted. “I doubt that even the sorcerer who made her could. You’re not in league with any enemies of humanity, are you?”
Radley hesitated. What if the truth was the wrong answer? “I don’t think so, dom. Leti didn’t give me a choice about coming here in the first place and I didn’t make any bargains. People in Blackrock hate ticalos.”
“Do not say that word around the elfi, or anyone else for that matter,” Kerwin said. “Some of our myths come from their history and they’re particularly sore about that one. We use the word davol for people who work with or for the jigan.”
Radley wondered about the truth behind those myths. In stories, ticalos were intent on causing harm while davoli were more opportunistic.
Radley remembered the argument from last night. “They seemed to have that idea, but I’ve been looking after myself.”
“Not well enough,” Kerwin said. “You seem lucky that you haven’t starved to death yet.”
Radley knew better than to get into arguments about luck. “I don’t know why hunters would have me doing women’s work instead of going to a seamstress, but I woulda been fine if I coulda gotten something steady.” He noticed Kerwin’s expression, like someone who was on his way to start hitting. “I didn’t mean to mock. I was told that people do things different in different places and I guess that there’s nothing wrong with a man who sews here.”
Kerwin ran his hand down his face-hair as if trying to smooth it, but it remained fuzzy. “Most of the people in the guild are women, and us men get teased sometimes, but no one actually means anything by it. If we think they did, they’d be walking around in rags. Seamstress has another meaning, a shameful one, and even the women who sew are called tailors.”
Radley nodded. “In Blackrock, married women only sew for their family. There are women that men don’t want to marry but they do those things for unmarried men.”
Kerwin looked at him oddly before inspecting the mend again. “You have a lot to learn, but do you think that you could do this type of work every day?”
“I think I would love that,” Radley said. “The only part I minded about it was getting mocked.”
“I would also have to act as your caregiver. I’d be considered irresponsible if I treated you like a full adult,” Kerwin said. “That means that I would have authority over you as if you were my own.”
Radley didn’t want to say it, but he would not put up with being hit if he didn’t have to. He couldn’t remember what his father and Robern had done beyond making sure he was fed, and wondered if there was anything more than that. “I won’t pretend that you’re my real father.”
“I’m not looking for love, just respect,” Kerwin said.
Radley nodded. “I think I can do that.”
Chapter Break
Radley was brought upstairs to the workroom, and Kerwin spoke with Idony for a moment before introducing him to the others. In addition to Idony, there was another woman was about her age named Sabelea, her young daughter Tamsia, and an old woman named Granny (name) who he was to address as Granny. Radley got to watch them work while Kerwin explained what they were doing. Idony was at the loom and using it seemed so complicated that Radley could hardly believe he’d learn how to do it someday. Sabelea and Granny were spinning and the way the soft tufts turned to thread through their fingers seemed like magic.
“I’d have you learn spinning right away, but the shearing is in a few days and carding is simple enough, so you’ll be doing that when we get the raw wool,” Kerwin said. “For now, you’ll help me get your sleeping-cabinet cleaned out.”
When the cabinet was empty, Kerwin said. “It looks like you’re wearing winter clothes, so I found some things in the used basket that look like they’ll fit you. One of the shirts needs repair, so you’ll be learning how to do it properly.
“Thank you, dom.” Radley was aware of winter because cold drafts came in from outside, but it seemed odd to have clothes that were wrong to wear at other times. He didn’t want to question it because Kerwin might take it as disrespect.
Kerwin asked. “Will you be able to sleep without a mattress for a few days?”
“What’s a mattress?” Radley asked.
“What you sleep on?”
“Bare stone, dom,” Radley said.
Kerwin brushed his face-hair. “So that’s not urgent. Are you also able to get by without shoes?”
“I’ve never worn shoes.” Radley had noticed a few other children on the way here and some of them were barefoot.
“What did you do in winter?” Kerwin asked.
“Only hunters go outside, and never in winter because it’s too cold,” Radley said.
Kerwin frowned. “You have never been outside?”
Radley shook his head. “Not until last night.”
“How did you get here?”
“I think I came here by magic.” Radley had thought carefully about what he would say, and he’d always been interested in elfi-stories about misleading truths. “I wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t been starving, but I stole food from the Lady’s shrine. Before I knew what was happening, Cobi’s family was helping me.”
Kerwin stared at him. “The Lady?”
“She’s a goddess of luck.”
Kerwin’s expression turned dangerous and he grabbed Radley’s arm. “You’re in league with a goddess? Deities are nothing but trouble and worshipping them is forbidden.”
Radley struggled against his grip. He wished he’d known that Kerwin felt the same way about it that he did. “I hate the Lady. People waste food on her when I needed it more.”
Kerwin asked. “Then why would she help you?”
“I don’t know.” Radley had to fight the urge to start hitting; that always made things worse. “It was that crazy jigan. Cobi didn’t want me to tell anyone.”
Kerwin relaxed his grip but didn’t let go. “If you lie to me again, you will be out on your ear. How did you get here?”
“I did steal food from the Lady’s shrine, though I prefer to get it honestly. I don’t know what Leti was doing in Blackrock, but it sounds like she took me because she was angry that no one was taking care of me,” Radley said. “She said that the Lady was a superstition.”
“Do you believe in the Lady?”
“I don’t know.” Radley really wanted to say that he didn’t, but Kerwin might believe it was a lie. “I didn’t before, but people don’t get the sort of luck that I just got.”
Kerwin let go of him. “You had a run-in with Leti. She’s no goddess but drawing her attention can change the course of someone’s life. Does she know that Jacobi brought you here?”
“It was her idea.” Radley had a bad feeling about telling him that, but there was also a chance he’d be in trouble if he didn’t. “Valmos wanted her to take me back and thought you wouldn’t take me because people only take care of their own.”
“That damned meddling grimalkin,” Kerwin spat. “She’s more of a menace than any wild jigan.”
Radley wanted to say something, but he had no idea what he could without making things worse. Instead he waited uneasily for Kerwin to take the next step.
After a moment, Kerwin tried to smooth his face-hair. “Do you have any other unpleasant surprises for me?”
Radley shook his head. “I don’t think so, dom.”
“Don’t look so glum. I’m not going to kick you out just because of her,” Kerwin said. “She tends to get what she wants because it takes courage to stand up to her. I’m guessing that you didn’t have a choice.”
“Valmos said I could go back if I wanted to,” Radley said. “Can he control her?”
Kerwin snorted. “I doubt that even the sorcerer who made her could. You’re not in league with any enemies of humanity, are you?”
Radley hesitated. What if the truth was the wrong answer? “I don’t think so, dom. Leti didn’t give me a choice about coming here in the first place and I didn’t make any bargains. People in Blackrock hate ticalos.”
“Do not say that word around the elfi, or anyone else for that matter,” Kerwin said. “Some of our myths come from their history and they’re particularly sore about that one. We use the word davol for people who work with or for the jigan.”
Radley wondered about the truth behind those myths. In stories, ticalos were intent on causing harm while davoli were more opportunistic.