C. J. Cherryh - Fortress 05 by Fortress of Ice Read Free Book Online

of good humor was etched around his eyes, lines which the fire smoothed to a look of youth. Country-bred might be an insult in this grand house; but that was Paisi, through and through; and wherever Paisi was, was safe and comfortable, in Otter’s thinking, a little bit of Gran’s house that stayed constantly near him in this strange place.
    Paisi rose as Otter unfastened his cloak, and Paisi took it from him, snatching it deftly away, though Otter perfectly well knew for himself where the peg was. Paisi hung his cloak up by the guards’
    room, just off the little entry hall, and Otter, ignoring both hearthside chairs, sank down on the warm, smooth, polished stones: nothing escaped the relentless polishing in the Guelesfort.
    Paisi sat down by him, cross-legged, picked up the poker, and began to settle the fire down for the night.
    “Did you have supper?” Otter asked him, to be sure the servants had come and done their jobs. He was prepared to go down and raid the kitchen with Paisi, well fed as he was: Aewyn’s supper invitation had been unexpected. “I didn’t think I’d be so long.”
    “Oh, when ’Is ’Ighness called ye in to supper, I went straight down to kitchen on me own, bein’ a canny fellow.”
    A frown. “You’re entitled to call the servants to bring it, you know.”
    “Oh, but ’Is Majesty’s banquet’s all spread out down below, and staff gettin’ all the dishes that come back, ain’t they? So the pickin’s is better if I go down meself—I ain’t lived in a great house for nothin’. I’d ha’ brought some tarts up when I come back, but didn’t seem likely there was short commons in ’Is ’Ighness’s rooms, neither, was there?”
    “I couldn’t eat another bite,” Otter said, which was the truth—though he and Aewyn had, regrettably, seen no tarts at all: he was a little envious, for the tarts. “We laid plots to feed the horses.”
    “For Fast Day, was ye meanin’?”’
    “Aewyn told me about it. Paisi, we intend to steal a sack of apples from the kitchen.”
    “Now, ye ain’t pilferin’ any apples, lad. If you’re bent on annoyin’
    the priests, leave pilferage to one who knows how to slip about.”
    “I think His Highness insists to do it himself.”
    “An’ the kitchen barrel is in the storeroom, an’ there’s a lock on all. You got to get down there after supper, is what, if you’re going to get in. And then you got to know when the baker’ll be in, and ’e’ll be in and out of that room in the night, to start the dough for mornin’ bakin’. I know when.”
    “You could get in trouble.”
    “I might if I was caught. Which I won’t be.” Paisi wriggled his fingers, a ripple in the firelight. “An’ who’s sayin’ this is a good idea, now?”
    “His Highness says they always do it. Well, the grooms always do it, spread grain here and there so the horses don’t go hungry. We just thought apples would be good for holiday.”
    “So how many sacks is this to be? There’s twenty-some horses up
    ’ere.”
    “I don’t know. At least a good big one. His Highness says there are always flour sacks in the kitchens.”
    “Oh, so this is a proper plan, is it, wi’ sacks an’ all. An’ ye’ll be tellin’ the stableboy what, when ye come in with these ’ere sacks?”
    “See, you should have come with me.”
    “Well, I didn’t know ye’d be plottin’ theft and knavery with ’Is
    ’Ighness. Filch ye a couple coin, that I can do, an’ we got a few o’
    Gran’s, which is far easier, then I go down an’ get your sack of apples in town, none the wiser, wi’out stirrin’ up the whole hill an’
    gettin’ the Prince in trouble. You just let me tend to it.”
    “No! Coin’s not apples. You can get in so much trouble…”
    “Apples an’ coin is the same to the law, an’ coin o’ th’ realm’s a sight lighter an’ easier to hide. If you’re goin’ to thieve, lad, ye got to be light. Besides, if ye bribe the stableboy, ’e won’t