wouldn't know how to play, now, would they?'
'I-suppose not,' the captain replied, obviously groping after an objection to her logic, and unable to find one. 'But I don't know-'
Obviously, she thought; but she smiled charmingly. 'Just think, you'll get a free show, as well. We're really quite good. We've played before Dukes and Barons. If you don't trust both of us, just cut me loose and let me play.'
Not quite a lie. I'm sure there were plenty of Dukes and Barons who were passing by at Kingsford when we were playing.
'What are you up to?' Talaysen hissed, as she continued to keep her mouth stretched in that ingenuous smile.
'I have an idea,' she muttered back out of the corner of her mouth. And as the captain continued to ponder, she laughed. 'Oh come now, you aren't afraid of one little woman, are you?'
That did it. He drew his dagger and cut first the hobbles at her ankles, then the bonds at her wrists. She got up slowly, her backside aching, her shoulders screaming, her hands tingling with unpleasant pins-and-needles sensations.
She did have an idea. If she could work some of the same magic on this stupid lout that she'd worked on the elves, she might be able to get him to turn them loose. She'd noticed lately that when they really needed money, she'd been able to coax it from normally unresponsive crowds-as long as she followed that strange little inner melody she'd heard when she had played for the elven-king. It was always a variation on whatever she happened to be playing; one just a little different from the original. The moment she matched with it, whatever she needed to have happen would occur. She was slowly evolving a theory about it; how it wasn't so much that the melody itself was important, it was that the melody was how she 'heard' and controlled magic. Somehow she was tapping magic through music.
But she couldn't explain that to Talaysen. Or rather, she couldn't explain it right now. Later, maybe. If this really worked.
The captain poked their packs with his toe as she stood there rubbing her wrists. 'Which one is yours?' he asked, without any real interest.
'That one, there,' she told him. 'Why don't you hand me that fiddle-that's right, that one. A spy would never be able to learn to play this, it takes years-'
'A spy could learn to play a couple of tunes on it,' the captain said, in a sudden burst of completely unexpected thought. 'That's all a spy would need.'
He looked at her triumphantly. She sighed, took the instrument from him before he dropped it, and took it out of its case to tune it. 'A spy could learn a couple of tunes,' she agreed. 'But a spy wouldn't know them all. Pick one. Pick anything. I couldn't possibly know what you were going to pick to learn to play it in advance, so if I know it, then I'm not a spy. All right?'
She saw Talaysen wince out of the corner of her eye, and she didn't blame him. No fiddler could know every tune; she was taking a terrible risk with this-
But it was a calculated risk, taken out of experience. If he'd been a bright man, she wouldn't have tried this; he might purposefully pick something really obscure, hoping to baffle her.
But he wasn't bright; he was, in fact, the very opposite. So he did what any stupid man would do; he blurted the first thing that came into his mind. Which was, as she had gambled, 'Shepherd's Hey'; one of the half-dozen fiddle-tunes every fiddler wishes he would never have to play again, and which someone in every audience asks for.
She played it, thinking very hard about getting him to release them, and listening with that inner ear for the first notes of the magic. . . .
He started tapping his toe halfway through the first repetition; a good sign, but not quite what she was looking for. But his eyes unfocused a bit, which meant she might be getting through to him-
Or that he was so dense he could be entranced, like a sheep, by perfectly ordinary music.
Three times through. Three times was what had worked with the elves; three times had coaxed pennies from otherwise tight fists.
Two repetitions-into the third-and-
There. Just an echo, a faint sigh of melody, but it was there. She was afraid to play the tune again, though; repeating it a fourth time might break the magic.
'Pick something else,' she called out to him, breaking into his reverie.
He stared at her with his mouth hanging open for a moment, then stammered, ' 'Foxhunter.' '
Another one of the tunes she had learned to hate while she was still at the Hungry Bear. She sighed; if her feelings got in the way of the music, this might turn out to be a bad idea instead of a good one. But the magic was still with her, and stronger as she brought the 'Hey' around into the first notes of 'Foxhunter.' His eyes glazed over again, and she began to get the sense of the inner melody, stronger, and just a little off the variant she played. She strove to bring them closer, but hadn't quite-not before she'd played 'Foxhunter' three times as well.
But this was a subtle, slippery magic that she was trying to work. She had to get inside him somehow, and control the way he thought about them; this called for something quieter. Maybe that was why she hadn't quite managed to touch the magic-tune yet. . . .
This time she didn't ask him to pick something. She slowed the final bars of 'Foxhunter,' dragged them out and sent the tune into a minor key, and turned the lively jig into something else entirely different; a mournful rendition of 'Captive Heart.'
That did it! The hidden melody strengthened suddenly; grew so clear, in fact, that she glanced at Talaysen and was unsurprised to see a look of concentration on his face, as if he could hear it too.
Once, twice-and on the third repetition, something dropped into place, and her tune and the magic one united, just as the sun touched the horizon.
She played it to the end, then took her bow from the strings and waited to see what, if anything, the result of her playing was going to be.
The captain shook himself, as if he was waking from a long sleep. 'I must-how-I think-' He shook himself again, then drew his knife and cut Talaysen's bonds, offering him a hand to pull the Master to his feet. 'I don't know what I was thinking of,' the captain said, vaguely. 'Thinking two minstrels like you were spies. Stupid, of course. These past couple of weeks, they've been hard on us. We're looking for spies behind every bush, it seems.'
'No harm done, captain,' Talaysen said heartily, as Rune put up her fiddle as quickly as she could, and slung her pack on her back. She dragged his over to his feet, and he followed her example, still talking. 'No harm done at all. Good thinking, really, after all, how could you know? I'm sure your Sire is very pleased to have a captain like you.'
When Talaysen stopped for a moment to get his pack in place, Rune took over, pulling on his elbow to get him moving towards the edge of camp and the road. 'Of course, how could you know? But we obviously are musicians and you don't need to detain us, now, do you? Of course not. We'll just be on our way. Thank you. No, you needn't send anyone after us, we'll be fine-we know exactly where we need to go, we'll be off your Sire's land before you know it-'
She got Talaysen moving and waved good-bye; Talaysen let her take the lead and wisely kept quiet. The other men-at-arms, seeing that their captain was letting the former captives go, were content to leave things the way they were. One or two of them even waved back as Rune and Talaysen made all the speed they could without (hopefully) seeming to do so.
It wasn't until they were on the open road again that Rune heaved a sigh of relief, and slowed her pace.
'All right, confess,' Talaysen said, moving up beside her and speaking quietly out of the corner of his mouth. 'I saw what happened, and I thought I heard something-'
'How much do you know about magic?' Rune asked, interrupting him, and gazing anxiously at the darkening sky.
'Not much, only the little Ardis tells me, and what's in songs, of course.' He hitched his pack a little higher on his shoulders. 'You're telling me that you're a mage?'
She shook her head slightly, then realized he might not be able to see the gesture in the gathering gloom. 'I'm not-I mean, I don't know if I am or not. I know what happened with the elves, but I thought that was just because the elves were easier to affect with music than humans. Now-I don't know. I hear something when I'm
