The Demon Cycle Series Books 1 and 2. Peter V. Brett
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Holy Men, girl. Herb Gatherers are keepers of a bit of the knowledge of the old world, from back before the Return, when the demons burned the great libraries.’
‘Science?’ Leesha asked. ‘Was that not the hubris that brought on the Plague?’
‘That’s Michel talking,’ Bruna said. ‘If I’d known that boy would grow into such a pompous ass, I’d have left him between his mother’s legs. It was science, as much as magic, that drove the corelings off the first time. The sagas tell of great Herb Gatherers healing mortal wounds, and mixing herbs and minerals that killed demons by the score with fire and poison.’
Leesha was about to ask another question when Gared returned. Bruna waved her towards the hearth, and Leesha lit the fire and set the kettle over it. Soon the water was boiling, and Bruna reached into the many pockets of her robe, putting her special mixture of herbs in her cup, and tea in Leesha’s and Gared’s. Her hands were quick, but Leesha still noticed the old woman throw something extra in Gared’s cup.
She poured the water, and they all sipped in an awkward silence. Gared drank his quickly, and soon began rubbing his face. A moment later, he slumped over, fast asleep.
‘You put something in his tea,’ Leesha accused.
The old woman cackled. ‘Tampweed resin and skyflower pollen,’ she said. ‘Each with many uses alone, but together, a pinch can put a bull to sleep.’
‘But why?’ Leesha asked.
Bruna smiled, but it was a frightening thing. ‘Call it chaperoning,’ she said. ‘Promised or no, you can’t trust a boy of fifteen summers alone with a young girl at night.’
‘Then why let him come along?’ Leesha asked.
Bruna shook her head. ‘I told your father not to marry that shrew, but she dangled her udders at him and left him dizzy,’ she sighed. ‘Drunk as they are, Steave and your mum are going to have at it no matter who’s in the house,’ she said. ‘But that don’t mean Gared ought to hear it. Boys are bad enough at his age, as is.’
Leesha’s eyes bulged. ‘My mother would never …!’
‘Careful finishing that sentence, girl,’ Bruna cut her off. ‘The Creator abhors a liar.’
Leesha deflated. She knew what Elona was like. ‘Gared’s not like that, though,’ she said.
Bruna snorted. ‘Midwife a village and tell me that,’ she said.
‘It wouldn’t even matter if I was flowered,’ Leesha said. ‘Then Gared and I could marry, and I could do for him as a wife should.’
‘Eager for that, are you?’ Bruna said with a wicked grin. ‘It’s no sad affair, I’ll admit. Men have more uses than swinging axes and carrying heavy things.’
‘What’s taking so long?’ Leesha asked. ‘Saira and Mairy reddened their sheets in their twelfth summers, and this will be my thirteenth! What could be wrong?’
‘Nothing’s wrong,’ Bruna said. ‘Each girl bleeds in her own time. It may be you have a year yet, or more.’
‘A year!’ Leesha exclaimed.
‘Don’t be so quick to leave childhood behind, girl,’ Bruna said. ‘You’ll find you miss it when it’s gone. There’s more to the world than lying under a man and making his babies.’
‘But what else could compare?’ Leesha asked.
Bruna gestured to her shelf. ‘Choose a book,’ she said. ‘Any book. Bring it here, and I’ll show you what else the world can offer.’
Leesha woke with a start as Bruna’s old rooster crowed to mark the dawn. She rubbed her face, feeling the imprint of the book on her cheek. Gared and Bruna were still fast asleep. The Herb Gatherer had passed out early, but despite her own fatigue, Leesha kept on reading late into the night. She had thought Herb Gathering was just setting bones and birthing babes, but there was so much more. Herb Gatherers studied the entire natural world, finding ways to combine the Creator’s many gifts for the benefit of His children.
Leesha took the ribbon that held back her dark hair and laid it across the page, closing the book as reverently as she did the Canon. She rose and stretched, laying fresh wood on the fire and stirring the embers into a flame. She put the kettle on, and then went over to shake Gared.
‘Wake up, lazybones,’ she said, keeping her voice low. Gared only groaned. Whatever Bruna had given him, it was strong. She shook harder, and he swatted at her, eyes still closed.
‘Get up or there’ll be no breakfast for you,’ Leesha laughed, kicking him.
Gared groaned again, and his eyes cracked. When Leesha drew her foot back a second time, he reached out and grabbed her leg, pulling her down on top of him with a yelp.
He rolled on top of her, encircling her in his burly arms, and Leesha giggled at his kisses.
‘Stop it,’ she said, swatting at him half-heartedly, ‘you’ll wake Bruna.’
‘So what if I do?’ Gared asked. ‘The old hag is a hundred years old and blind as a bat.’
‘The hag’s ears are still sharp,’ Bruna said, cracking open one of her milky white eyes.
Gared yelped and practically flew to his feet, distancing himself from Leesha and Bruna both.
‘You keep your hands to yourself in my home, boy, or I’ll brew a potion to keep your manhood slack for a year,’ Bruna said. Leesha saw the colour drain from Gared’s face, and bit her lip to keep from laughing. For some reason, Bruna no longer frightened her, but she loved watching the old woman intimidate everyone else.
‘We understand one another?’ Bruna asked.
‘Yes’m,’ Gared said immediately.
‘Good,’ Bruna said. ‘Now put those burly shoulders to work and split some wood for the firebox.’ Gared was out the door before she finished. Leesha laughed as the door slammed.
‘Liked that, did you?’ Bruna asked.
‘I’ve never seen anyone send Gared scurrying like that,’ Leesha said.
‘Come closer, so I can see you,’ Bruna said. When Leesha did, she went on, ‘Being village healer is more than brewing potions. A strong dose of fear is good for the biggest boy in the village. Maybe help him think twice before hurting someone.’
‘Gared would never hurt anyone,’ Leesha said.
‘As you say,’ Bruna said, but she didn’t sound at all convinced.
‘Could you really have made a potion to take his manhood away?’ Leesha asked.
Bruna cackled. ‘Not for a year,’ she said. ‘Not with one dose, anyway. But a few days, or even a week? As easily as I dosed his tea.’
Leesha looked thoughtful.
‘What is it, girl?’ Bruna asked. ‘Having doubts your boy will leave you unplucked before your wedding?’
‘I was thinking more on Steave,’ Leesha said.
Bruna nodded. ‘And well you should,’ she advised. ‘But have a care. Your mother is wise to the trick. She came to me often when she was young, needing