Chernevog by C.J. Cherryh Read Free Book Online

Uulamets' book and Chernevog's, both of which had fallen' to the floor
    “ The peg must have snapped, ” Pyetr said, examining the place on the wall where the shelf had been ... while Eveshka was mopping up the spillage from the lamp and picking up the pieces of pottery. Pyetr said, then, and it rang in Sasha's hearing as if it had come from the bottom of a well: “ Just split, that's all. I'll fix it. ”
    Sasha remembered the books in his arms and laid them on the table atop his own, with the most terrible apprehension in his heart. It might be—surely it was what Pyetr had said, old wood, a shelf already old when Uulamets had held the house. There was a perfectly natural explanation, the making of the new wall, the opening of the archway, the weighting of the shelf with three books instead of the one which had stood there so many years; even and especially—the several jars he had added some days ago. The shelves and the counters in the kitchen were virtually the only things left the way they had been—
    But everything assumed an unnatural importance tonight. A sense of panic came over him. His impulse was to ask Eveshka whether she felt any disquiet—and he shut that thought down quickly—
    Because what he feared was so foolish and so deadly dangerous, even doubting in the least the power of the forest to hold the sorcerer who had killed her.
    Doubt had always been Chernevog's weapon.
    And Chernevog's book was here, on his desk, where he himself had never wanted it. It had sat here among spice cannisters and bits of old fishing tackle, sprigs of drying herbs and a curious bird's-nest ... this dreadful, dangerous thing, fraught with memories of its own, a hazard that made his heart jump when old wood broke and an overloaded shelf fell.
    “ It's nothing, ” he said to Pyetr and Eveshka. “ Go back to bed. ”
    He wished them pleasant dreams. He wished—
    B ut Eveshka stopped abruptly in the doorway and looked m errily back at him, with anger, he thought. Certainly disapproval.
    What are you thinking? he asked her in that way that wizards might, wanting that thought to come into her mind. She scowled at him.
    He saw himself, then, constantly reading, a boy hunched gracelessly over her father's book. Uulamets had not meant good at all to Pyetr, no more than he had meant good to Eveshka, nor trusted her—
    Nor any woman, nor any daughter, nor any man nor creature that might possibly make alliances against him. It was having his own way that had mattered to Uulamets, it was all that had ever mattered, and he deceived himself if he thought Uulamets meant any of them any good, if it crossed his purposes.
    He had that thought, after she had gone through the doorway after Pyetr, and the bedroom door slammed definitely shut. He shivered when she had gone.
    She was not all sixteen in her heart. In some things, she was very, very old, and he was not. In some things she had experience and he did not; and he ought to listen to her advice for reasons not least of which was the fact that Eveshka remembered only what Eveshka had seen, and was sure of what she remembered ... which was more than he could say.
    He was not entirely sure that that was his own thought. But he might have thought that.
    What's happened to me? he asked himself in cold fright. What's going on in me, if what she sees is Uulamets?
     
     
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    Rain dripped from the brush, drops formed on thorns and hung and fell, splashing onto puddles that reflected other branches.
    Water pooling on stone...
    “ He was white as a sheet, ” Pyetr said, touching Eveshka's shoulder as she lay abed. “ 'Veshka, is there anything going on? ”
    She shut her eyes, said, trying to think of nothing and not to wish at all, even for peace in the house: “ No. He's still upset about the horse, that's all. ”
    Gray sky and branches. Iron-gray stone, iron-gray trees, and rain ...
    Rain running down the stone, to the earth, down to a shallow stream, and the stream flowing into the