Free The Windsingers by Megan Lindholm

head continued to speak, she had scrambled to her feet and begun to back out of the fire's circle of light.
    'What can you do, Ki? Abandon me, your wagon and team, and flee into the woods? It wouldn't free you of those who gave you the responsibility for my journey. It certainly wouldn't do me any good. Although I retain some small powers in this diminished state, I would be vastly more comfortable with my own body beneath me, and my own hands at the ends of my arms. The body and hands, I might add, that you have so carelessly lost.'
    Ki remained on the edge of the firelight. Every hair on her body was acrawl with dread. Yet she knew that face and voice if only she could place them. And she had to bow to the logic of his words, even in the weird circumstances in which he uttered them. Perhaps especially in those circumstances. She stared at him, unable to flee and unwilling to return.
    'Oh, come,' he resumed condescendingly. At least have some manners! I would greatly appreciate a sip of your tea. My bodily wants in this state are few, but the mouth does become dry. Surely you won't let me, uh, sit here alone all evening.'
    Ki straightened her shoulders and advanced with a bravado she did not feel. She picked up her mug. With hands that trembled only slightly, she held its rim to the head's lips. He sipped. Ki set down her mug, and retreated to the other side of the fire.
    'That's better,' the head sighed. A little of the greyness seemed to leave his face. 'But perhaps I am forgetting my manners as well. I am Dresh, lately a power of Dyal, soon to be, I hope, a power of Bitters. If, that is, you can live up to the terms of our bargain. You've made a fine mess of it so far. You realize that, don't you?'
    'I realize that I was given a cargo I would not have chosen to carry, had I known its true nature!' Ki snapped. She drowned her fear in anger. And I remember your face now. You were the drunken tinker that stirred up the tavern at Dyal with your wild political cant about the Windsingers. You urged the farmers and weavers to rebel openly, to burn their crops and wool in the field before they paid tribute to the Windsingers. And when the brawl started, you left me to pay the damage!'
    As Ki spoke to him, Dresh let his face slide into the tinker's drunken scowl. His eyelids drooped, his cheeks sagged, he let his mouth dangle open. Then with a wink he straightened his features to handsomeness and grinned at her. Had the atmosphere been different, and the head atop a body, Ki might have warmed to that grin. But now it only fueled her anger.
    'Someone wants you, Dresh. Someone wants you badly enough to pay gold for wind spells. Such magic is not cheap. Whoever wants you has the wealth to buy his desires. And if he wants you all that badly, I do not think he will take kindly to my interference. You hired me as a teamster, not as a bodyguard.'
    '... to do all within my power to see that my freight reaches its destination safely. And signed, not just with your name, but also with your status as a freeborn, and the attestation that your loyalty is only to yourself. That bit of braggadocio has bound you to me even more tightly than I could have engineered. And,' a lifted eyebrow stemmed Ki's outburst, 'you may wish to consider this. You fear you have earned the enmity of certain wealthy and perhaps powerful persons who wish to do me harm. You have. The Windsingers. Themselves. Abandoning me here will not lessen their dislike of you. As you well know, they have never been overly fond of Romni. They will see your conveying of me from Dyal to here as an act of defiance, of open rebellion. So you may as well plot further with me as to how to restore myself. At least then you will be under my not inconsiderable protection.'
    Ki sat glaring with narrow cat eyes, weighing the options he hadn't mentioned. She could just load his head back into her wagon and haul it to Bitters. But that might mean facing whatever allies this Dresh might have