Arrow's Fall Read Free

shooing a fly away absently.
    “So Devan said. Well, I did something like that with— that thing. I took one of the worst sets of his stepdaughter’s memories, and tied that in to all of his own feelings about women. And I kept point-of-view, so that it would appear to him as if he were the victim. You saw what happened.”
    Kris shuddered. “He went mad; he just collapsed, foaming at the mouth.”
    “No, he didn’t go mad. He locked himself into an endless repetition of what I’d fed him. It’s an appropriate punishment; he’s getting exactly what he put his stepdaughters through. It’s just, at least I think so, because if he ever changes his attitudes he can break free of it. Of course if he does—” she grimaced “—he might find himself dancing on the end of a rope for the murder of his older stepdaughter. The law prevents the execution of a madman; it doesn’t save one who’s regained his sanity. Lastly, what I did should satisfy his stepdaughter, who is, after all, the one we really want to come out of this thing with a whole soul.”
    “So where’s the ethical problem?”
    “That was a stress-situation, a threat-situation. But—is it ethical to—say—read people during Council sessions and act on my information?”
    “Uh—” Kns was unable to think of an answer.
    “You see?”
    “Let’s go at it from another angle. You know how to read people’s faces and bodies—we’ve all been taught that. Would you hesitate to use that knowledge in Council?”
    “Well, no.” She rode silently for a few more moments. “I guess what will have to be the deciding factor is not if I do it but how I use the information.”
    “That sounds reasonable to me.”
    “Maybe too reasonable,” she replied doubtfully. “It’s awfully easy to rationalize what I want to do—what I have no choice about in some cases. It’s not like thought-sensing; I have to actively shield to keep people out. They go around shoving their feelings up my nose on a regular basis, especially when they’re wrought up.”
    Kris shook his head. “All I can say is, do what seems best at the time. Really, that’s all any of us do.”
    :-Verily, oh, Wise One.:
    Kris ignored his Companion’s taunting comment. He was going to question her further, but broke off when he caught the sound of a horse galloping full out, heading up die road toward them, the hoofbeats having the peculiar ringing of a Companion.
    “That—”
    “Sounds like a Companion, yes. And in full gallop.” he rose in his stirrups for a better view. “Bright Lady, now what?”
    Steed and rider came into sight as they topped the hill.
    :That’s Cymry—: Tantris’ ears were pricked forward . :-She’s slim. She must have foaled already.:
    “It’s Cymry,” Kris reported.
    “Which means Skif—and since I’ll bet she just foaled, it isn’t a pleasure-ride that takes them out here.”
    The last time they’d seen the thief-turned-Herald had been a bit over nine months ago, when he’d met with them for their half-term briefing. Cymry had spent the time frolicking with Rolan, and both she and her Chosen had forgotten about the nearly-supernatural fertility of the Grove stallions. The result was foregone—much to Cymry’s chagrin as well as Skif’s.
    Talia knew Skif better than Kris did; they’d been very dose as students, close enough that they’d sworn blood-brotherhood. They had been close enough that Talia could read him better at a distance than Kris could.
    She shaded her eyes with her hand, then nodded a little . “Well it isn’t a disaster; there’s something serious afoot, but it isn’t an emergency.”
    “How can you tell at this distance?”
    “Firstly, there’s no emotional-surge. Secondly, if it were serious, he’d be absolutely expressionless. He looks a bit worried, but that could be for Cymry.”
    Skif spotted them and waved wildly, as Cymry slowed her headlong pace. They hastened theirs—to the disgruntlement of the