“Right then, off to your classwork with you. Kirball will be no excuse for doing poorly in class. And leave the dishes,” he added, as Mags made to gather them up. “Someone will be along for them later.”
Mags decided on impulse to go see if Bear was about—and maybe Lena too. He wanted to tell them about Kirball and see what they thought of it. Had they heard the rumors, perhaps?
He left the Herald’s Wing and headed toward Healer’s, and saw to his pleasure that there were lights burning in the glass-walled conservatory that Bear called home. Now if Bear was just there and not out on some errand or other—
As he got closer, he saw that both his friends were there, deep in a conversation—and so was his friend he had met through Master Soren, Amily, the daughter of King’s Own Nikolas! His spirits rose at that. He told all of Lydia’s friends about Bear and Lena, of course, so Amily knew all about them. He hadn’t any idea that Amily wanted to meet Bear and Lena, but to see her with them made him irrationally happy.
He’d wanted to introduce them some time ago, but just hadn’t gotten the chance to. If she’d decided on her own to come introduce herself, that was marvelous!
He tapped lightly on the door to the outside, and saw all three heads turn quickly to the sound. He poked his head around to one of the windows and waved at them. Bear jumped up to let him in.
As always, Bear’s pair of ground-glass lenses were perched on his nose, and he looked more like his usual self than he had of late. Instead of looking strained and cross, he looked like a sleepy, affable bear, with a round face, untidy short brown hair, small, but friendly eyes, a pug nose, and a generous mouth that was finally smiling again. He stood at the door, peering down at Mags, with a little bit of a stoop.
“Hope I ain’t innerruptin’ anythin’?” he said, suddenly wondering if, actually, he was. But to his relief, Bear shook his head.
“Come on in, got your friend Amily here,” the Healer Trainee said, moving aside so Mags could come in the door. As usual, thanks to the heating under the floor, the conservatory was as warm as a summer day. The air smelled of clean, damp soil, with a hint of green and the faint, confused aroma of many, many herbs. Just now, rosemary was predominant.
“Mags!” Amily said, waving him over to a stool at the table, “I missed you the other day at Lydia’s. I’d been hearing rumors about how Bard Marchand got a right royal dressing-down, and I asked her about it. She told me all about your friend Lena and how rude Bard Marchand had been. I’d heard so much about Lena and Bear already that I thought it was just time for me to come around and introduce myself.”
Amily was normally one of the most peaceful people to be around that Mags knew, but today she seemed even more so. She tended to wear soft browns, which with her brown hair and quiet face made her seem almost invisible at times, and yet she made her presence felt in the pool of serenity that was around her. Mags took a glance at Lena, and knew immediately that whatever had prompted Amily to come and talk to his friends, it had done Lena a world of good. Bear too, probably.
This visit wasn’t just an impulsive gesture on Amily’s part, either. Amily couldn’t do anything impulsively; one of her legs was badly lame, and that made it difficult for her to move about. He knew now that it had been ruined in the same accident that had taken her mother’s life, that she had been treated by the farmers that found her, and that by the time decent Healers had gotten to it, it had already set all wrong. She must have decided that Lena needed to be brought out of her unhappy sulks, and the best way to do it would be to make her feel that if she rejected the invitation to join Amily and Bear, she would be doing something unpardonably rude.
Mags wanted to hug her for her generosity. He settled for beaming at her. She seemed to understand his meaning, and smiled back at him.
“Well it’s a good thing that she came down here,” Bear said happily. “She and Lena are getting’ on like anything, an’ I’ve come up with some concoctions for that bad leg. Stuff to help her sleep better, stuff to make it ache less.” He gave Amily a mock-stern glance. “You should have come see me before. You’ve never been seen by a good Healer that had something other than a Gift.”
“You have a Gift, Bear,” Amily chided. “It just doesn’t happen to involve a personal power. Anyone with half an eye to see knows that your understanding of herbs and surgery is a Gift, and a profound one.”
Bear flushed, and looked pleased.
“And Bear thinks that we ought to try re-breaking and setting it,” Amily added. “They said they wanted to do that once before, but—” she shuddered “—I didn’t even want to think about the pain. But Bear thinks he can keep me asleep while they break it, give me something to make sure I can sleep at night while it is mending, and he says there is a new Healer here that can do something about the pain when I am awake. If I can get Healing sessions so that the bones mend faster, it should all be done in a moon or less. I’m feeling quite optimistic now!”
“It isn’t going to be perfect,” Bear warned. “There’s only so much we can do. While it’s mending, you’ll need help to do anything. Once it’s mended, it’ll still be some crooked. You’ll still limp, maybe need a cane. It’s going to be shorter than your good leg.”
“But at least I’ll be able to move easier,” Amily countered. “And completely on my own.” She didn’t have to say anything more. Mags knew very well how much being able to get about without help would mean to her.
Lena patted Amily’s hand in a consoling manner. Mags could tell that the two girls had made instant friends. This was excellent! Lena didn’t make friends easily; when she was performing, she was wrapped up in the music and never noticed her audience, but when she was just being herself she was astonishingly shy.
He beamed at both of them. He couldn’t have asked for anything better! Amily would have a friend up here and wouldn’t have to try and get to Lydia’s for company, and Lena would have a friend that was a girl and could presumably understand her—someone who was not in Bardic Collegium, and not a potential rival. They even looked a little alike, since both of them were small, thin, and dark haired. Lena was darker and smaller than Amily, but they could easily have been siblings.
Neither actually had sisters. Mags wondered if they would start to feel as if they had found a sister in each other. That would be good too, at least, as he understood these things. Families were supposed to make you happy.
Although Lena’s father didn’t seem very good at making her happy . . .
“When d’ye think this business’ll happen, with yer leg?” he asked, to avoid such uncomfortable thoughts.
Amily shook her head. “We have only started talking about it. Bear needs to discuss it with the senior Healers, after all, he’s only a Trainee still, and I need to talk to Father.”
“If’n ye cain’t get er done this summer, put it off till next,” Mags advised. “People ain’t as sick in summer, so th’ Healers’ll hev more time for ye. Things allus heal better in summer, an anyway, ye don’ wanta be kempt up in bed over winter. What if there was another blizzard? What if we had one o them mortal cold streaks? An’ there ain’t as much good, healin’ food in winter as in summer.”
“Trust you to think of food, Mags!” Lena teased, but Bear nodded.
“No, he’s right, you will need every advantage for this, and winter would be a bad time to take such an enormous risk. Even with Healers working on you and speeding the bone-mending. Mags is right that there are fewer people who are ill in summer as well, and fewer accidents. You’ll be weaker, more likely to get some disease or other, and we shouldn’t expose you to more than we have to.” Bear sucked on his lower lip. “Best thing for it then, is to start discussions right away.”
A moment of silence ensued, which Amily broke by saying, “Well, to change the subject entirely, I am going to kidnap Lena off to Lydia’s the next afternoon that she is free. It would be marvelous to have a friend that can sing and play for us once in a while, and I want her to meet some of the others.” She smiled. “I promise we won’t ask much of you. None of us are likely to treat you as our private entertainer unless you want to be.”
“Aye to that!” Mags said, and added, “An’ take Bear too, an’ ye kin pry ’im away from here.”
“Pah, I haven’t the time to spare,” Bear objected, but he looked pleased that Mags suggested it and Amily nodded. “Well... maybe a little. But not often. Maybe I’m only a Trainee, but people here need me.”
“Poor Mags, it used to be you that was coming down to Soren’s house; you’re going to feel quite neglected,” Amily teased.
He grinned, for this was the perfect opening. “Nay, I’ll be busy practicin’! Tis you that’ll be missin’ me, mebbe. Seems Dallen an’ me got somethin’ new t’ do. Yon Herald Setham wants me fer his Kirball team!”
Bear gaped at him, Amily clapped her hands with delight, and Lena bounced up and down in her chair. “You’re going to be on a Kirball team?” Lena exclaimed. “Really? Why, that’s all anybody can talk about!”
“It’s true,” Amily agreed. “There is speculation all over the Court about it. Everyone wants to be able to
