The Demon Cycle Series Books 1 and 2: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear. Peter V. Brett
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a finger when his wife led the town after that girl like a pack of flame demons. Half those women pointing at her and crying ‘Sin!’ were guilty of the same deed, they were just lucky enough to marry fast, or smart enough to take precautions.’
‘Precautions?’ Leesha asked.
Bruna shook her head. ‘Elona’s so eager to have a grandson she’s kept you in the dark about everything, eh?’ she asked. ‘Tell me, girl, how are babies made?’
Leesha blushed. ‘The man, I mean, your husband … He …’
‘Out with it, girl,’ Bruna snapped, ‘I’m too old to wait for the red to leave your face.’
‘He spends his seed in you,’ Leesha said, her face reddening further.
Bruna cackled. ‘You can treat burns and demon wounds, but blush at how life is made?’
Leesha opened her mouth to reply, but Bruna cut her off.
‘Make your boy spend his seed on your belly, and you can lie with him to your heart’s content,’ Bruna said. ‘But boys can’t be trusted to pull from you in time, as Klarissa learned. The smarter ones come to me for tea.’
‘Tea?’ Leesha asked, leaning on every word.
‘Pomm leaves, leached in the right dose with some other herbs, create a tea that will keep a man’s seed from taking root.’
‘But Tender Michel says …’ Leesha began.
‘Spare me the recitation from the Canon,’ Bruna cut her off. ‘It’s a book written by men, without a thought given towards the plight of women.’
Leesha’s mouth closed with a click.
‘Your mum visited me often,’ Bruna went on, ‘asking questions, helping me around the hut, grinding herbs for me. I had thought to make her my apprentice, but all she wanted was the secret of the tea. Once I told her how it was made, she left and never returned.’
‘That does sound like her,’ Leesha said.
‘Pomm tea is safe enough in small doses,’ Bruna said, ‘but Steave is lusty, and your mother took too much. The two of them must have slapped stomachs a thousand times before your father’s business began to prosper, and his purse caught her eye. By then, your mum’s womb was scraped dry.’
Leesha looked at her curiously.
‘After she married your father, Elona tried for two years to conceive without success,’ Bruna said. ‘Steave married some young girl and got her with child overnight, which only made your mum more desperate. Finally, she came back to me, begging for help.’
Leesha leaned in close, knowing her existence had hinged on whatever Bruna said next.
‘Pomm tea must be taken in small doses,’ Bruna repeated, ‘and once a month it is best to stop it and allow your flow to come. Fail this, and you risk becoming barren. I warned Elona, but she was a slave to her loins, and failed to listen. For months I gave her herbs and checked her flow, giving her herbs to slip into your father’s food. Finally, she conceived.’
‘Me,’ Leesha said. ‘She conceived me.’
Bruna nodded. ‘I feared for you, girl. Your mum’s womb was weak, and we both knew she would not have another chance. She came to me every day, asking me to check on her son.’
‘Son?’ Leesha asked.
‘I warned her it might not be a boy,’ Bruna said, ‘but Elona was stubborn. “The Creator could not be so cruel”, she’d say, forgetting that the same Creator made the corelings.’
‘So all I am is some cruel joke of the Creator?’ Leesha asked.
Bruna grabbed Leesha’s chin in her bony fingers and pulled her in close. Leesha could see the long grey hairs, like cat’s whiskers, on the crone’s wrinkled lips as she spoke.
‘We are what we choose to be, girl,’ she said. ‘Let others determine your worth, and you’ve already lost, because no one wants people worth more than themselves. Elona has no one to blame but herself for her bad choices, but she’s too vain to admit it. Easier to take it out on you and poor Erny.’
‘I wish she’d been exposed and run out of town,’ Leesha said.
‘You would betray your gender out of spite?’ Bruna asked.
‘I don’t understand,’ Leesha said.
‘There’s no shame in a girl wanting a man twixt her legs, Leesha,’ Bruna said. ‘An Herb Gatherer can’t judge folks for doing what nature intended they do when they are young and free. It’s oath breakers I can’t abide. You say your vows, girl, you’d best plan on keeping them.’
Leesha nodded.
Gared returned, just then. ‘Darsy’s come to see ya back to town,’ he told Bruna.
‘I swear I sacked that dim-witted sow,’ Bruna grumbled.
‘The town council met yesterday and reinstated me,’ Darsy said, pushing into the hut. She was not as tall as Gared, but she was not far off, and easily topped his weight. ‘It’s your own fault. No one else would take the job.’
‘They can’t do that!’ Bruna barked.
‘Oh, yes they can,’ Darsy said. ‘I don’t like it any more than you, but you could pass any day now, and the town needs someone to tend the sick.’
‘I’ve outlived better than you,’ Bruna sneered. ‘I’ll choose who I teach.’
‘Well, I’m to stay until you do,’ Darsy said, looking at Leesha and baring her teeth.
‘Then make yourself useful and put the porridge on,’ Bruna said. ‘Gared’s a growing boy and needs to keep his strength up.’
Darsy scowled, but she rolled her sleeves and headed for the boiling kettle nonetheless.
‘Smitt and I are going to have a little chat when I get to town,’ Bruna grumbled.
‘Is Darsy really so bad?’ Leesha asked.
Bruna’s watery eyes turned Gared’s way. ‘I know you’re stronger than an ox, boy, but I imagine there are still a few cords to split out back.’
Gared didn’t need to be told twice. He was out the door in a blink, and they heard him put the axe back to work.
‘Darsy’s useful enough around the hut,’ Bruna admitted. ‘She splits wood almost as fast as your boy, and makes a fair porridge. But those meaty hands are too clumsy for healing, and she has little aptitude for the Gatherer’s art. She’ll make a passable midwife – any fool can pull a babe from its mother – and at setting bones she’s second to none, but the subtler work is beyond her. I weep at the thought of this town with her as Herb Gatherer.’
‘You won’t make Gared much of a wife if you can’t get a simple dinner together!’ Elona called.
Leesha scowled. So far as she knew, her mother had never prepared a meal in her life. It had been days since she’d had a proper sleep, but Creator forbid her mother lift a hand to help.
She had spent the day tending the sick with Bruna and Darsy. She picked up the skills quickly, causing Bruna to use her as an example to Darsy. Darsy did not care for that.
Leesha knew Bruna wanted to apprentice her. The old woman didn’t push, but she had made her intentions clear. But there was her father’s papermaking business to think of as well. She had worked in the shop, a large connected section of their house, since she was a little girl, penning messages for villagers and making sheets. Erny told her she had a gift for it. Her bindings were prettier