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The Covenant Man smiled down at the two on the porch, one with his fist still upraised to strike, the other with tears coursing down her cheeks.<br />
“Nell and Kells!” he proclaimed. “The happy couple!”<br />
He kneed his mount in a circle and slow-walked it as far as the gate, his arms still firmly around Tim’s chest, his rank breath puffing against Tim’s<br />
cheek. At the gate he squeezed his knees again and the horse halted. In Tim’s ear—which was still ringing—he whispered: “How does thee like thy<br />
new steppa, <strong>you</strong>ng Tim? Speak the truth, but speak it low. This is our palaver, and they have no part in it.”<br />
Tim didn’t want to turn, didn’t want the Covenant Man’s pallid face any closer than it already was, but he had a secret that had been poisoning<br />
him. So he did turn, and in the tax-man’s ear he whispered, “When he’s in drink, he beats my ma.”<br />
“Does he, now? Ah, well, does that surprise me? For did not his da’ beat his own ma? And what we learn as children sets as a habit, so it does.”<br />
A gloved hand threw one wing of the heavy black cloak over them like a blanket, and Tim felt the other gloved hand slither something small and<br />
hard into his pants pocket. “A gift <strong>for</strong> <strong>you</strong>, <strong>you</strong>ng Tim. It’s a key. Does thee know what makes it special?”<br />
Tim shook his head.<br />
“’Tis a magic key. It will open anything, but only a single time. After that, ’tis as useless as dirt, so be careful how <strong>you</strong> use it!” He laughed as if <strong>this</strong><br />
were the funniest joke he’d ever heard. His breath made Tim’s stomach churn.<br />
“I . . .” He swallowed. “I have nothing to open. There’s no locks in Tree, ’cept at the redeye and the jail.”<br />
“Oh, I think thee knows of another. Does thee not?”<br />
Tim looked into the Covenant Man’s blackly merry eyes and said nothing. That worthy nodded, however, as if he had.<br />
“What are <strong>you</strong> telling my son?” Nell screamed from the porch. “Pour not poison in his ears, devil!”<br />
“Pay her no mind, <strong>you</strong>ng Tim, she’ll know soon enough. She’ll know much but see little.” He snickered. His teeth were very large and very white.<br />
“A riddle <strong>for</strong> <strong>you</strong>! Can <strong>you</strong> solve it? No? Never mind, the answer will come in time.”<br />
“Sometimes he opens it,” Tim said, speaking in the slow voice of one who talks in his sleep. “He takes out his honing bar. For the blade of his ax.<br />
But then he locks it again. At night he sits on it to smoke, like it was a chair.”<br />
The Covenant Man didn’t ask what it was. “And does he touch it each time he passes by, <strong>you</strong>ng Tim? As a man would touch a favorite old dog?”<br />
He did, of course, but Tim didn’t say so. He didn’t need to say so. He felt there wasn’t a secret he could keep from the mind ticking away behind<br />
that long white face. Not one.<br />
He’s playing with me, Tim thought. I’m just a bit of amusement on a dreary day in a dreary town he’ll soon leave behind. But he breaks his toys.<br />
You only have to look at his smile to know that.<br />
“I’ll camp a wheel or two down the Ironwood Trail the next night or two,” the Covenant Man said in his rusty, tuneless voice. “It’s been a long ride,<br />
and I’m weary of all the quack I have to listen to. There are vurts and wervels and snakes in the <strong>for</strong>est, but they don’t quack.”<br />
You’re never weary, Tim thought. Not <strong>you</strong>.<br />
“Come and see me if <strong>you</strong> care to.” No snicker <strong>this</strong> time; <strong>this</strong> time he tittered like a naughty girl. “And if <strong>you</strong> dare to, of course. But come at night,<br />
<strong>for</strong> <strong>this</strong> jilly’s son likes to sleep in the day when he gets the chance. Or stay here if <strong>you</strong>’re timid. It’s naught to me. Hup!”<br />
This was to the horse, which paced slowly back to the porch steps, where Nell stood wringing her hands and Big Kells stood glowering beside<br />
her. The Covenant Man’s thin strong fingers closed over Tim’s wrists again—like handcuffs—and lifted him. A moment later he was on the ground,<br />
staring up at the white face and smiling red lips. The key burned in the depths of his pocket. From above the house came a peal of thunder, and it<br />
began to rain.<br />
“The Barony thanks <strong>you</strong>,” the Covenant Man said, touching one gloved finger to the side of his wide-brimmed hat. Then he wheeled his black<br />
horse around and was gone into the rain. The last thing Tim saw was passing odd: when the heavy black cloak belled out, he spied a large metal<br />
object tied to the top of the Covenant Man’s gunna. It looked like a washbasin.<br />
Big Kells came striding down the steps, seized Tim by the shoulders, and commenced shaking him. Rain matted Kells’s thinning hair to the<br />
sides of his face and streamed from his beard. Black when he had slipped into the silk rope with Nell, that beard was now heavily streaked with<br />
gray.<br />
“What did he tell’ee? Was it about me? What lies did’ee speak? Tell!”<br />
Tim could tell him nothing. His head snapped back and <strong>for</strong>th hard enough to make his teeth clack together.<br />
Nell rushed down the steps. “Stop it! Let him alone! You promised <strong>you</strong>’d never—”<br />
“Get out of what don’t concern <strong>you</strong>, woman,” he said, and struck her with the side of his fist. Tim’s mama fell into the mud, where the teeming rain<br />
was now filling the tracks left by the Covenant Man’s horse.<br />
“You bastard!” Tim screamed. “You can’t hit my mama, <strong>you</strong> can’t ever!”<br />
He felt no immediate pain when Kells dealt him a similar sidehand blow, but white light sheared across his vision. When it lifted, he found himself<br />
lying in the mud next to his mother. He was dazed, his ears were ringing, and still the key burned in his pocket like a live coal.<br />
“Nis take both of <strong>you</strong>,” Kells said, and strode away into the rain. Beyond the gate he turned right, in the direction of Tree’s little length of high<br />
street. Headed <strong>for</strong> Gitty’s, Tim had no doubt. He had stayed away from drink all of that Wide Earth—as far as Tim knew, anyway—but he would not<br />
stay away from it <strong>this</strong> night. Tim saw from his mother’s sorrowful face—wet with rain, her hair hanging limp against her reddening muck-splattered<br />
cheek—that she knew it, too.<br />
Tim put his arm around her waist, she put hers about his shoulders. They made their way slowly up the steps and into the house.<br />
She didn’t so much sit in her chair at the kitchen table as collapse into it. Tim poured water from the jug into the basin, wetted a cloth, and put it<br />
gently on the side of her face, which had begun to swell. She held it there <strong>for</strong> a bit, then extended it wordlessly to him. To please her, he took it and<br />
put it on his own face. It was cool and good against the throbbing heat.<br />
“This is a pretty business, wouldn’t <strong>you</strong> say?” she asked, with an attempt at brightness. “Woman beaten, boy slugged, new husband off t’boozer.”<br />
Tim had no idea what to say to <strong>this</strong>, so said nothing.<br />
Nell lowered her head to the heel of her hand and stared at the table. “I’ve made such a mess of things. I was frightened and at my wits’ end, but<br />
that’s no excuse. We would have been better on the land, I think.”<br />
Turned off the place? Away from the plot? Wasn’t it enough that his da’s ax and lucky coin were gone? She was right about one thing, though; it<br />
was a mess.<br />
But I have a key, Tim thought, and his fingers stole down to his pants to feel the shape of it.<br />
“Where has he gone?” Nell asked, and Tim knew it wasn’t Bern Kells she was speaking of.<br />
A wheel or two down the Ironwood. Where he’ll wait <strong>for</strong> me.<br />
“I don’t know, Mama.” So far as he could remember, it was the first time he had ever lied to her.<br />
“But we know where Bern’s gone, don’t we?” She laughed, then winced because it hurt her face. “He promised Milly Redhouse he was done with