The head was still for a moment. Then, with a peculiar smile, Dresh nodded at the tea mug. Ki leaned down to put it to his lips. He sipped. Then, as Ki took the mug away, he whispered, ‘Kiss me, Ki.’
She bent forward to find his lips. They were cool beneath hers. For a long still moment his full soft lips held hers in a cold kiss. Then he broke it, and Ki jerked herself away from him.
She rocketed to her feet, the back of her hand flying to her mouth. She stared at him as if at a snake. Slowly her hand fell away. She spat on the earth before him.
‘How did you do that?’ she demanded in a low growl.
‘You will forgive me, I trust. Much of a wizard’s power is housed in his body and hands. It was just a small test to determine how much I retain. I will confess it is an experiment that has tempted me since I saw you in the tavern. You would not find it so distasteful were my body beneath my head and my hands at the ends of my arms. You have the Romni distrust for magicking. But, lacking a body, a head must do the best it can.’
Dresh laughed merrily. Ki did not join in. ‘I am bound to you,’ she admitted softly. ‘But use me as a toy and you shall regret it. For perhaps I could buy the favor of the Windsingers with your head.’
‘You wouldn’t,’ asserted the head calmly. ‘You are thrice bound.’
‘Perhaps not. But what would stop me from delivering your head to Bitters, refunding the advance, and leaving?’
‘Your pride, my dear. And you lack the cash. But, I hasten to add, I shall not trifle with you so lightly again. ‘Twas but a whim. I know what I wished to know. We have no more time for it now. As for when I do have a body under me again, well, you will find you feel differently. I am not a badly made man, when I am all in one piece. I have small clever hands, softer than yours, narrow hips, and shoulders wider than that vagabond Vandien’s…’
‘What do you know of Vandien?’ Ki cut in to demand.
‘Ki, be assured that I know as much of you and your friend as any do. When I pick a teamster to haul my bones, I do not act without thought. As I was saying, small feet, and a flat belly. A slight scar across my left breast, but some women have assured me that it but adds to…where are you going now?’
‘To bed. I may have to help you recover your parts, but nothing binds me to listen to an inventory of them.’
‘Ki, you are a basic little creature, aren’t you. Lacking a course of action, and being satiated with food, you think only of sleep. But surely you do not intend to sleep within the wagon?’
‘And why not?’
‘It stinks awfully in there. Your Vanilly came closer to extinguishing my breath than any wind magic tonight. Bring your blankets out here, my dear. I shall watch over you.’
‘I bet you would.’
To Ki’s disgust, she found Dresh’s words true. Vanilly in excess was scarcely alluring. She gathered her bedding and tucked the sheathed rapier under her arm. The one time when she might have wished for Vandien’s skilled hand on the hilt of it, and he takes a seaside holiday. Her own thrusts and parries were nothing to take pride in. But it was the only weapon in the wagon. She sat on the plank seat to close the cuddy door behind her.
The strangeness of the tableau seized her. Ki crouched a moment on the wagon seat, staring. There were the small flames of her campfire, made even smaller by the immense black dome of night arching over all. The few stars did nothing to illuminate the scene. They were impartial eyes watching from an immeasurable distance. The river was a flowing sheet of darkness beyond her fire. And before her fire, silhouetted by the moving flames, was the head on its block of stone, ensconced on the camp chest.
The shiver that raced over Ki’s back was not from cold. She wished fervently to be out of this whole situation. She knew of no good ever brought by magic. As for Windsinger magic: could there be a worse kind to pit her puniness against? Were not they renowned for their heartlessness and casual cruelty towards mortals, Humans in particular? Yet a large proportion of Windsingers began their lives as Human females. Ki’s fear of them was tinged with disgust at the way they could turn on their own species.
She tossed her bedding down beside the fire. Not even bothering to tug off her boots, she rolled up in the bedding fully clothed. She had a feeling she might wish to move quickly. Dresh did not speak. He stared hypnotically at the flames. Ki followed his eyes. She mused sleepily on the dancing towers of flame and the crumbling ember towns. When she closed her eyes, bright afterimages of the flames danced on the inside of her eyelids.
‘Ki! Awake! I have need of your hands!’
Ki was jerked from her dreams into the stranger reality. Dresh’s voice was urgent; his dark brows were knotted.
‘What’s wrong?’ Ki wriggled out of her blankets, coming to her feet alert, the sheathed rapier gripped in one hand. She peered in vain into the darkness about the fallen fire. Her team grazed peacefully. ‘Where is it? What?’
‘Nowhere on this plane, dolt! The Windsingers have sent for one of power, great power! I heard their call. Before her, my boxes will be more useless than cobwebs. She will see right through them. But their calling has showed me where they are. I must act now, or forsake all hope. I need hands. I lack them. I shall use yours in place of my own, seeing as how you were responsible for my loss. Do all exactly as I tell you. Put your left hand on my head, extend your right arm and hand vertically…’
Ki remained motionless, frowning.
‘Make haste, woman!’
‘Tell me first what magic we work. Then I shall decide if I want a part in it.’
‘We summon a creature to make a way for us. I have located where they hold my parts. We shall go to reclaim them. Now, your left hand on my…’
‘I wonder if I wish to go with you? Shall I leave my wagon and team here, prey to the first wandering thief?’
‘I have already circled them with what power I can. Not enough to hold off a Windsinger, but more than enough to ward off the casual thief. Think you I slept as you did? Now, place your left…’
‘What sort of creature do we summon?’
‘One that moves between levels, a jointer of worlds. Must we waste time so? Can words describe colors to the born blind? Neither can they describe creatures your mind is not disciplined to see. Now please! Your left hand on my head!’
‘Please,’ Ki whispered softly with sarcastic satisfaction. Slowly she moved to obey.
‘And your right hand aloft, perpendicular to the earth. Separate your fingers as widely as you can. Blank your mind if you are capable. I do not wish your thoughts to pollute the sending. Now!’
Strange it was to let her hand rest on the soft dark hair of the wizard’s head. It curled beneath her left hand, silky with warmth, a slight cushion between her hand and his smooth skull. She had a strange impulse to stroke it away from his eyes as she might pet a street child for some small favor. She resisted the impulse, but looking down into his grey eyes she felt he might have read the momentary urge. She strove to blank out her mind, only to become more and more conscious of Dresh’s hair beneath her hand.
‘First questions, now flattery! Was ever a power at such a disadvantage? Enough of that! Now, reach your right hand straight over your head, touching the middle finger to the palm of your hand while keeping the other fingers stretched out straight.’
Ki