Read The House Of Gaian Online

Authors: Anne Bishop

Tags: #Action & Adventure, #Witchcraft, #Fantasy fiction, #Fiction, #Fantasy, #Witches, #Fantasy fiction; American, #General, #Occult fiction

The House Of Gaian

BOOK: The House Of Gaian
2.58Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

 

 

 

 

 

Also by Anne Bishop

The
Black Jewels
series

Daughter of the Blood

Heir to the Shadows

Queen of the Darkness

The Invisible Ring

 

 

The
Tir Alainn
series

Pillars of the World

Shadows and Light

THE HOUSE OF GAIAN

Anne Bishop

A ROC BOOK

ROC

Published by New American Library, a division of

Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, U.S.A.

Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R ORL, England

Penguin Books Australia Ltd, 250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell, Victoria 3124, Australia Penguin Books Canada Ltd, 10 Alcom Avenue, Toronto, Ontario, Canada M4V 3B2

Penguin Books (N.Z.) Ltd, Cnr Rosedale and Airborne Roads, Albany, Auckland 1310, New Zealand Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices 80 Strand, London WC2R ORL, England First published by Roc, an imprint of New American Library, a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.

First Printing, October 2003

10 987654321

Copyright © Anne Bishop, 2003 All rights reserved

Cover art by Duane Myers

REGISTERED TRADEMARK—MARCA REGISTRADA

Printed in the United States of America

Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

 

PUBLISHER’S NOTE

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

BOOKS ARE AVAILABLE AT QUANTITY DISCOUNTS WHEN USED TO PROMOTE

PRODUCTS OR SERVICES. FOR INFORMATION PLEASE WRITE TO PREMIUM

MARKETING DIVISION, PENGUIN GROUP (USA) INC., 371 HUDSON STREET, NEW

YORK, NEW YORK 10014.

If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as “unsold and destroyed” to the publisher and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this “stripped book.”

The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in a encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author's rights is appreciated.

For Jennifer Jackson

 

and Laura Anne Gilman

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

My thanks to Blair Boone for continuing to be my first reader; Kandra and Debra Dixon for being beta readers; Nadine Fallacaro for information about things medical; Kristen Britain, Pat York, Paul Butler, Jim Hetley, Katherine Lawrence, Uriel, and Lisa Spangenberg for their thoughts and suggestions about weapons; and Pat and Bill Feidner for their continued support and encouragement.

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

waning moon

 

Ashk, Bretonwood’s Lady of the Woods, wandered the familiar woodland trails of her Clan’s Old Place. Neall, distant kin to her despite his human face, walked beside her. She saw questions in his blue eyes, but he kept the silence she’d held since she came to his cottage early that morning and asked him to accompany her.

These trails knew her tread, both her human feet and the pads of the shadow hound that was her other form. And she knew the trails. She didn’t want to leave Bretonwood, but she had to, had to keep her heart and mind on the task ahead. Whether or not she could do that depended on the young man who walked beside her.

At the end of the trail, she hesitated a moment before walking into the sunlit meadow. A favorite place. A special place where her grandfather had taken her to play and to learn to be a Lady of the Woods—and, later, although she wasn’t aware of it at the time, to be the Green Lord... and the Hunter. He was buried in that meadow, right where he’d fallen after her arrow pierced his heart. A swift death that honored the old Lord of the Woods rather than the lingering, soul-wasting death that the nighthunter bites would have caused him. The Fae put up no markers like humans did, and Ari, Neall’s wife and Bretonwood’s witch, had worked her magic with care, so there was no mound of dirt, no disturbance in the grass and wildflowers. And yet, she could feel a lingering
something
when she was close to the spot, something she recognized as Kernos even though the Gatherer had taken his spirit to the Shadowed Veil so that he could go on to the Summerland.

What needs to be said and done today... it’s fitting that it’s done here
, Ashk thought.
I miss you,
Kernos. I miss your laughter and your wisdom.... And I hope with all that’s in me that I have the
strength and courage you believed me to have
.

She walked to the center of the meadow before she set her bow, canteen, and quiver of arrows on the ground. Her woodland eyes, a brown-flecked green, scanned the trees as she ruffled her ash-brown hair with her fingers. The cropped hair felt strange after letting it flow down her back for so many years, but she couldn’t afford to have anything interfere with the smooth, swift movement of drawing an arrow from the quiver and nocking it to the bow. Not where she was going. Not with the enemy she was heading out to meet. It would be better to die a swift death than to fall into the Inquisitors’ hands.

Neall set his things beside hers as he, too, scanned the trees. “I don’t see any sign of the nighthunters.”

“There are a few left, but not many,” Ashk replied. “There’s still a feeling of wrongness in the woods, but it’s fainter now.” She looked at Neall, who was still crouched beside their weapons. “You feel it, too.”

“Yes.”

Ashk nodded. He didn’t understand yet what his being so attuned to the subtleties of the woods meant, but soon he would.

“Ashk.” Neall rose to his feet. He took a deep breath, puffing his cheeks as he exhaled. “With everything that needs to be done, do you really think we should take the time for a lesson?”

For this one
, Ashk thought, stepping away from the weapons.
Because of what needs to be done, it’s
time for this one
.

Neall followed a few steps behind her, his eyes and attention still on the trees. The nighthunters didn’t like sunlight, and she and Neall were in the center of the large, sunlit meadow; but even during the daylight hours, the creatures the Inquisitors had created by twisting magic were a threat in the shadows of the woods.

He wasn’t paying attention to her because he trusted her.

She turned, said, “Change,” immediately shifted into her other form, and sprang at him, her fangs bared.

Even a month ago, he would have hesitated for that fatal moment that would have given her the advantage. Now he shifted in an instant, and the young stag leaped aside, pivoting as soon as he touched the ground, his head lowered, the tines of his antlers a weapon against her fangs.

She charged him again and again—and he met her, again and again, never giving her the opening to leap in and nip him in a place that, in a real attack, could disable him. He thought like a man, but he’d learned how to use that stag body that was his other form. Because he thought like a man, he didn’t do the one thing a real stag would have done—he didn’t run. There were times when she’d chased him around the meadow to build his endurance, to help him learn the stag body, but this lesson was a battle to confirm something for herself and to prove something to him.

Panting from the effort, she finally leaped away, putting some distance between them. Then she changed back to her human form.

“Enough,” she said, walking slowly toward their gear.

He remained in stag form, pivoting to watch her.

She bent to pick up her canteen, winced a little as her muscles protested. It had been awhile since she’d worked that hard in her shadow hound form. She glanced at him, could feel his confusion and anger pulsing over the meadow. “Enough, Neall.”

He hesitated a moment longer, then changed back to human form and strode toward her, his hands curled into fists.

“Mother’s tits, Ashk! What was
that
about?”

“A lesson,” she replied quietly. She opened the canteen and filled her mouth with water, savoring the cool wetness before she swallowed. “Kernos did it differently with me, but the lesson was the same.”

He stared at her. As understanding filled his blue eyes, he shook his head in denial. “I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I
can’t
become
the
Lord of the Woods. I’m not pure Fae. They would never accept it. Besides,” he added, sounding a bit desperate, “
you’re
the Hunter now, and I’m not about to challenge
you
.”

Ashk took another sip of water before answering. “Do you accept that you are a Lord of the Woods?”

He shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “That’s not the same thing.”

“Do you accept what you are?”

“Yes,” he said reluctantly.

Ashk nodded. “Yes. You’re Fae, Neall. Looks alone are not what determines who is and isn’t Fae. It’s the gift of the other form, and our command of the animals in our world, that separates us from the humans and the wiccanfae. And you, my young stag, cannot deny that you have that gift.”

“But...”

“Your mother was a witch, but she was born of a witch mother and a Fae father. And your father was born of human and Fae. Those matings made you what you are.”

“Ashk...”

“As the Hunter, I command you, young Lord. And as the Hunter, I am telling you what I require of you.”

Looking troubled, Neall stepped forward and fetched his own canteen.

Ashk took another mouthful of water, closed her canteen, and dropped it on the grass at her feet. She waited until he had slaked his thirst before speaking, keeping her eyes focused on the meadow, knowing intuitively that he’d listen with less protest if she wasn’t looking directly at him.

“Padrick and I have talked,” she said quietly, “and we’ve decided some things that concern you. I’ve told the Clan bard, so he’ll stand as witness, but Padrick needs to do things the human way because of his estate and because he’s a baron, so he’s having his man of business draw up the papers naming you the guardian of Evan and Caitlin.”

“Ashk—”

“It’s necessary,” she said sharply, cutting him off. “If something happens to Padrick, Evan becomes the next Baron of Breton. But he’s still a child, and he’ll need someone who can teach him what it means to be a good baron. You lived in a baron’s house when you were growing up. You understand how to run an estate and what the people need. You can teach him those things.” She took a deep breath to steady herself, feeling her stomach clench at the thought of having to say the next words. “And if something should happen to Evan, Padrick has named you his second heir.”

“Ashk—”

“It’s proper,” she said, giving him a slashing look that silenced him. “It’s customary for the title of baron to be passed from father to eldest son, but a baron can name anyone his heir, whether he has sons or not.

Padrick has cousins, but none that he feels would rule Breton and this county the way it needs to be ruled, none who would understand the wants and needs of
all
the people who live here—the Fae, the humans, the wiccanfae, and the Small Folk, too.” Watching him, she smiled at his discomfort. “The Small Folk have always been wary of the Fae, even here where we live in the world and walk the same woods, but they do talk to the Green Lady, and I’ve heard quite a bit about the young Lord of the Woods and the witch who has taken him for her husband. ‘Look here now, Lady Ashk’”—she lowered her voice to imitate one of the small men—“ ‘It’s a fine thing for Lady Ari to be giving us a bit of cream or butter that’

s more than she has use for, and it’s a fine thing for the young Lord to offer us a bit of beef. It’s a treat to have them, so it is, but we’re a wee bit worried that they’re leaving their own table too lean, if you see what we’re saying.’ And I lie with an honest heart and assure them that I’ve never known the stew to be thin of meat or that either of you did without butter or cream,” she finished in her own voice.

“We have enough,” Neall muttered.

“And it harms no one if the stew is a little thin on meat every now and again. The fact is, the Small Folk feel easy with you and Ari, and that’s not something to dismiss.” Ashk hesitated, then sighed. “There’s one other thing. If the fight comes to Breton, I want you to take Ari up to Tir Alainn. I want you to take Evan and Caitlin and the other children as well. And I want you to stay with them.”

Temper flashed in Neall’s eyes. “A baron’s heir, when he’s a grown man, doesn’t run from a fight.

Neither does a Lord of the Woods.”

“It would be easier to stay,” Ashk agreed. “I—and Padrick— need you to go.”

“There are enough elders who stay in Tir Alainn who could look after the children.”

“The Fae children, yes, but not the human ones. Tir Alainn will be strange to them, and they’ll need someone they can look to who understands their way of looking at the world.”

Neall stared at her.

Ashk huffed in exasperation. “If the fight comes here, it’s not just the Fae at risk.”

“You mean all the children, don’t you?” Neall said slowly.

She nodded. “From the Clan, the village, the gentry homes, the tenant farms. Yes. All the children. And your horses.”

“You can’t protect things just because they’re mine.”

“I want Ari protected because she’s a witch, one of the Mother’s Daughters, and as she grows heavier with the babe, she won’t be able to outrun an enemy if it comes to that. You have two of the finest Fae stallions anywhere in the west, not to mention the Fae mares that were bred by the Lord of the Horse himself. We can’t count what has already been lost because of the Inquisitors coming to Sylvalan. We can’t know what else will be lost before we’re able to drive them out. But we can do our best to protect the people and things we’ll need to rebuild our land and our lives. So you’ll do what I need you to 4o. I can’t look back, Neall. When I ride out of here, I need to go with an easy heart. And that is a burden I place on your shoulders.”

Neall looked away. When he looked at her again, his eyes were years older. “I’ll do what you need.”

“Thank you.”

Neall sighed. “This is just talk anyway. Nothing is going to happen to Padrick, and nothing is going to happen to you. You’ll still be the Hunter when you’re a wrinkled great-grandmother.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Ashk replied quietly. “Power waxes and wanes, Neall, and it doesn’t always follow the years. There are some who have ascended to command their particular gift and remained strong for decades, and there are others who have burned brightly for a few years before their power faded and another’s power blazed. I was twenty when I became the Hunter. In a few more years, you’ll be a seasoned man in your prime, and I’ll be quite content to be nothing more than a Lady of the Woods playing with my grandchildren.”

“You’ve got some years to go then,” Neall said. “Evan’s only eleven years old.”

“And you’re twenty-two and will soon be a father,” Ashk replied. “There’s a river of living between where he is in his life and where you are, but in another ten years, that river won’t be as wide as you seem to think.” She stepped up to him, cupped his face in her hands. “I hope you have a long Green Season. I hope when this is over, there will be years and years when you and Ari need to do nothing more than raise children and horses. I hope that with all my heart, for your sake and Ari’s—and for my sake and Padrick’s as well. But if that isn’t to be, then know, here and now, that you’re strong enough to be what you have to be.” She kissed him lightly, then stepped away. “You’ll do, Neall. You’ll do just fine. Come along now. The others are waiting. Padrick wants to talk with all of us.”

“If you’re gone, how will I know how to be the Hunter?” Neall asked softly.

Ashk’s hand froze over her gear for a moment. Then she settled her quiver comfortably on her back and picked up her bow and canteen. “The knowing is part of the gift. There are some things that aren’t spoken of between the one whose power is fading and the one who ascends. But when that moment comes, the knowledge comes with it.”

Including knowing why the Fae have good reason to be wary of the Hunter. But that’s something
you don’t need to know until the time comes. That’s something Kernos wouldn’t tell me. If the
Fae aren’t careful, they’ll discover they have a more vengeful enemy than the Inquisitors. The
Inquisitors can only kill them. I can destroy them. I wonder if Aiden knew that when he came
looking for the Hunter to help him convince the Fae to protect the witches and the Old Places
against the Black Coats.

BOOK: The House Of Gaian
2.58Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

The Storyteller by Michaelis, Antonia
Trouble on Her Doorstep by Nina Harrington
No One to Trust by Julie Moffett
Origin by J.T. Brannan
A Catered Tea Party by Isis Crawford
Beautiful Music for Ugly Children by Kirstin Cronn-Mills
The V'Dan by Jean Johnson