The Robin And The Kestrel

didn't mean t-to m-make a j-joke of it.'

'I know you didn't; how could you have known?' Brother Reymond sighed, and signed himself. 'May the poor lad rest in peace. But there are also treekies, an entire flock of them, out in the forest beyond the orchard. I hope you have nets for your horses? If you don't, the Abbey can loan them to you. In that much, at least, we can do our charitable duty.'

'With, or without Brother Pierces permission?' Gwyna asked lightly, and chuckled at Brother Reymond's blush. 'No matter, Brother, we do have nets and fitted blankets for the horses, and good shutters on the wagon. We should be safe enough, if that is all we need to worry about.' She patted the stool next to her. 'Can we invite you to stay for a while? The treekies certainly won't come while the lanterns and the fire are burning, and the Beguiler may not come at all tonight. Even if it does, I see no reason why we can't avoid it.'

'I would_yes, I would like to speak with you, if you do not mind,' Brother Reymond said, shyly. He settled down onto the stool placed between Gwyna's and Jonny's, and accepted a mug of tea, but waved away a bowl of stew. 'Thank you, dear lady, but I have supped, and I am not in the least hungered. While your stew smells delicious, our Order regards greed very seriously.' He cradled the mug in both hands and smiled at both of them. 'I am the Archivist, you see, and I have so little opportunity to speak with outsiders! I try to collect as much information as I can, but _' He shrugged. 'My opportunities are few. We do not see many travelers on this road. I can't think why. It is a much shorter route to Gradford than the main trade road, and the Sire tends it well, at least within his lands.'

Jonny kept his expression completely under control, but with difficulty. Either this Reymond was the finest actor in the world, or he was completely unaware of the Skull Hill Ghost less than half a day away from here!

'I had heard there was a legend about a haunted hill on this road,' Gwyna said casually. 'We didn't see anything, of course_but we also traveled between here and Westhaven by daylight. I don't suppose that could have anything to do with the scarcity of travelers?'

Brother Reymond blinked at her in surprise. 'I suppose it might,' he replied, clearly taken aback. 'I should think. But this is the first time I have ever heard anything about a haunted hill!' His expression grew doubtful. 'Perhaps the villagers in Westhaven were making a jest at your expense?'

'It c-could b-be,' Jonny said, easily. 'You kn-know h-how s-s-some of th-these v-v-village f-folk are ab-bout someone w-with an af-f-fliction. I d-do s-stutter. Th-they m-may have th-thought I w-was f-feeble-minded as w- w-well, and ch-chose t-to m-make a f-fool of m-me.'

Brother Reymond flushed, averted his eyes in embarrassment, and murmured something appropriate and apologetic. Jonny watched him carefully and became convinced that the Brother was no actor. He really didn't know about the Skull Hill Ghost!

'I d-don't s-suppose th-there m-might b-be s-something in your a-archives?' he added. 'I'm c-curious now. It w-would b-be n-nice t-to kn-know if I w-was b-being m-made a g-game of.'

'Certainly,' Brother Reymond said, after a moment of awkward silence. 'I can look, of course. I don't remember anything, but that doesn't mean a great deal.' He chuckled with self-deprecation. 'My memory is not very good. I make a fine Archivist precisely because of that, you know, for I have to index and cross-index everything, or I would never be able to find a single reference.'

Jonny laughed, and refilled the Brothers mug. They continued to chat about some of the things he and Gwyna had seen on the road, and inserted a question now and again about the internal affairs of the Church and the Abbey. They continued to talk for some time_or rather, he gradually turned the conversation so that Gwyna was doing most of the talking, and he could simply listen and look wise. The Brother was certainly a guileless sort, and quite transparently enthusiastic about any new knowledge_but he had no notion of any kind about the internal politics and policies of the Church of the present day. Politics and policies of the Church a hundred years ago, now, he knew quite well, but nothing current. It was fairly obvious why he was here; he was so innocent he would never have survived in one of the larger Church installations. The best and safest place for him was out of the way. In some other Abbey, he was far too likely to overhear something he shouldn't, and repeat it to anyone who cared to ask him about it.

Three mugs of tea later, he finally took his leave with obvious regret. Here in the lee of the Abbey walls, there was very little wind, but from the nip in the air, it had gotten much colder while they talked.

Brother Reymond stood, and sniffed the air. 'There will be frost by morning,' he said, and sighed. 'This seems like such a sad time of year to me_and yet, it is such a pleasant season for the farm-folk! Well, so it is_one man's pleasure is another man's melancholy.' Jonny saw Gwyna raise her eyebrow at this unconscious echoing of a Gypsy proverb by a sober scion of the Church, and smiled just a little. 'Quite true, Brother Reymond,' she said smoothly, accepting the mug he returned to her. 'But I can't conceive of anyone finding your conversation unpleasant. Thank you very much for coming out, and proving to us that your fellow Brother is the exception within your walls.' Brother Reymond colored up with pleasure, and murmured a shy disclaimer. Jonny had decided after the first mug of tea that he liked the Archivist, as much for his modesty as his eagerness to share knowledge. And if there were more men like him, he thought, as Brother Reymond thanked Gwyna for her hospitality and her tea, the world would be a much better place than it is.

'Don't forget about the treekies,' Brother Reymond reminded them over his shoulder, as he hurried away towards the Abbey. 'And the Beguiler!'

'We won't!' Gwyna promised. And as soon as Brother Reymond was out of sight, she exchanged a chuckle and a hug with Jonny.

'I like him,' she declared. He nodded agreement.