Potroast snatched up hunks of bread that Maylee tossed his way, although he stared most longingly at Gallina. Viv never saw her share any of her food with the gryphet, but he followed each of the gnome’s bites so avidly, it seemed impossible she wasn’t slipping him something on the sly.
Viv caught herself snatching glances at Maylee’s knees again, bare and soft as the cream in the crock.
A mild northerly breeze made the air sweet and pleasant, carrying the scent of the thistle flowers and only the faintest hint of salt from below.
When they were replete, Gallina fell asleep almost immediately, and Potroast curled up beside her, his chin resting on her belly where it rose and fell with every gentle breath.
Maylee leaned against Viv’s arm, with her own looped through it. Viv liked being clung to. It made her want to cling back, to bury herself in the scent and the warmth of her. She settled for squeezing Maylee’s arm in tighter to her side.
Fern had unpinned her cloak and sat with it folded across her lap.
Viv followed her gaze down the slope toward Murk and the tendrils of smoke curling from within its fortress walls. “What’re you thinking about?” she asked.
Fern returned from woolgathering, blinking at her in surprise. “That I ate too much,” she said with an embarrassed grin.
“Really, though. That was deep thought if I ever saw it, hon,” said Maylee.
“Thinking about my father.” She ran her fingers along a fold of her cloak. “You know, I never asked him why.”
“Why what?” asked Viv.
“Why a bookshop? Why here? Was it what he always wanted? I don’t even know.”
“Does that matter?” Maylee sat up straighter, but kept her arm curled around Viv’s.
Fern shrugged. “It shouldn’t, I guess. But I never bothered to askmyselfthat question either. Maybe if I’d asked him, I’d have my own answer? All this work. All yourhelp.Allthis, and…”She raised her paws, and then let them fall back into the tangle of red cloth. “You do something for years and years, and the only reason you continue is because once you stop, you won’t really have anything.”
She knotted her paws in the cloak. “At least it sometimes seems that way. I’m sorry. What a stupid thing to say, after everything you’ve done. And all this.” She gestured at the remains of their feast. “I sound ungrateful. But I’mnot. You’ve probably never felt that way about anything, have you?” She said it jokingly, but Viv thought there was a tiny thread of hope in there, too.
“No, I suppose not,” said Viv. “I know what I’m made for. Pretty sure I always did.” She might even have believed it.
“I have,” said Maylee, and her arm tightened reflexively for a second. “D’you really think you’d feel better if you stopped?”
Fern thought about that seriously. “No, I guess I wouldn’t.”
“Any idea why?” pressed the dwarf.
“I guess… I guess because I’d miss the moment.” She made a frustrated noise, casting around for the right words. “That instant when you know that someone sees the same thing you see.”
Viv was surprised when Maylee nodded, shifting to meet Fern’s gaze squarely. “When they seeyou. When you know that at least right then, you’re really not alone. Somebody else feels exactly what you do. Or you hope so, anyway.”
“Yes,” said Fern, sounding surprised. “Every book is a little mirror, and sometimes you look into it and see someone else looking back.” She reached over and dealt Viv’s considerable forearm a slap. “I even saw this one a few times.”
“Hidden depths,” said Maylee with a laugh.
“I feel like you’re both acting more surprised about this than you should,” said Viv dryly.
“So.That’swhy you do it, hon,” said the baker firmly. “And to be honest, it’s the same reason I do what I do.”
Fern stared back at her thoughtfully.
Viv was still turning the idea over in her mind when a hollow voice rose from beyond the fence, grave and sonorous. “I think that you had best see this, m’lady.”
It was the “m’lady” that prickled the hairs on the back of Viv’s neck.
“Everybody stay put,” she said, her voice flat and low.
She tapped Gallina awake, and the gryphet hooted irritably at her. Then she snatched her saber and located Satchel amidst the grave markers. Gallina trailed barefoot behind her, rubbing her eyes and grumbling under her breath.
