listen for him, on the way North. And Mother goes and drives straight off to Markind! How could she!â
âShut up, Brid,â said Dagner uncomfortably.
âI shanât! I canât!â cried Brid. âHow could she! How could she! Gannerâs so stupid. How could she!â
âWill you be quiet!â said Dagner. âYou donât understand.â
âYes, I do !â Brid cried. âGanner and Mother arranged to have Father murderedâthatâs what happened!â
âDonât talk such blinking nonsense!â Kialan said sharply. âThat had nothing to do with either of them.â
âHow do you know?â Brid wept. âWhy did she go straight off to Ganner like that?â
âBecause sheâs always wanted to, of course!â said Dagner. âOnly she couldnât, because she thought it wasnât honorable. I told you you didnât understand,â he went on, in an odd, agitated way. âYouâre too young to notice. But Iâve seenâoh, enough to know Mother hated living in a cart. She wasnât brought up to it like we are. It was all right while we were in the Earl of Hannartâs householdâwe had a roof over our heads and that wasnât too bad for herâbutâI suppose you donât remember.â
âNot very well,â Brid admitted, sniffing. âI was only three when we left.â
âWell I do,â said Dagner. âAnd Father would leave, though he knew Mother didnât want to go. And in the cart she had to bring us up and keep us clean and cookâand sheâd never done anything like that in her life till then. And sometimes there was no money at all, and we were always on the move and alwaysâwell, there were other things she didnât like Father doing. But Father always got his own way over them. Mother never had a say in anything. She just did the work. Then she saw Ganner again in Derent, after all those years, and she told me it had brought her old life back to her and made her feel terrible. I just donât blame her for going back to what she was used to. You can see Gannerâs not going to order her around like Father did.â
âFather didnât order her around!â Brid protested. âHe even offered to take her back to Ganner.â
âYes, and I thought Mother was really going to call his bluff for a moment then,â said Dagner. âHe knew darned well Mother wouldnât go, because it wasnât her duty, but he had an anxious moment all the same, didnât he? And then he took good care to point out how much cleverer he was than Ganner.â
âThat was just his way,â said Brid.
âIt was all just his way,â said Dagner. âLook, Brid, I donât want to pull Father to pieces any more than you do, but in some ways he wasâoh, maddening. And if you think about it, youâll see he and Mother werenât at all well matched.â
Moril was blinking a little at all this. It was so unlike Dagner to talk so much or so clearly. He marveled at the way Dagner managed to put into words things Moril had known all his life but not truly noticed till this moment. âDonât you think Mother was fond of Father at all?â he asked dolefully.
âNot in the way we were,â said Dagner.
âIn that case, why did she run off with him like that?â Brid asked, triumphantly, as if that clinched the matter.
Dagner looked pensively at a new vista of apple trees coming into view beyond Olobâs ears. âIâm not sure,â he said, âbut I think that cwidder had something to do with it.â
Moril swiveled around and cast an apprehensive look at the gleaming belly of the old cwidder, resting in its place in the rack. âWhy do you think that?â he asked nervously.
âSomething Mother said once,â said Dagner. âAnd Father told you there was power in it, didnât