The Wyvern's Spur - Kate Novak [152]
"But of course. You sit down. I'll pour."
Olive crossed to the tea table and unstoppered the brandy bottle. Thomas does such a good job keeping it full, she thought. She poured two tumblers full and carried them to the fireside, where Giogi slouched in an armchair, heedless of the grime he left on its arms. The nobleman took a hefty slug of the liquor. Olive sat on the ottoman at his feet.
"You want to talk about it?" she asked.
"Would you mind?" Giogi asked. "It's not the sort of thing I could tell anyone else, but you're so, well, worldly. I think it would upset my relatives, and I'm not sure Cat will understand how I feel."
"I'm always ready to listen to a friend," Olive assured him.
Giogi smiled gratefully. "It's two things, really. The first isn't that bad, but I used it as an excuse, trying not to think about the other. The wyvern shape takes a lot of… fuel, I guess you could say. I was really hungry after I used it the first time. I was starving after-after the battle with Flattery. I was miles from the road, though, and nuts and berries weren't going to be enough, and it was cold out there. So I stayed a wyvern for the night and ate like a wyvern." Giogi shuddered.
"Uncooked meals can upset one's equilibrium," Olive said, thinking of sweetened oats.
Giogi laughed. "You have such a way with words. I guess that's why you're a bard."
"Among other things," Olive said. "Go on with your story," she encouraged.
"Well, I ate this wild pig, which was completely awful, all hairy and bony. Then I fell asleep. It was too cold to sleep out-of-doors as a human, so I stayed a wyvern.
"The next day, I kind of got lost. I thought I was north of the road to Dhedluk when I was really south. So I flew around as a wyvern for a long time before I found the road. Then I was hungry again. You know, Sudacar told me that my father was allowed to hunt in the king's woods unaccompanied. Now I realize he didn't go in with a bow and arrow. I ate this cow. I tried to get a deer first, but it dove into the woods where I couldn't follow. So I had to eat the cow. I shall have to go back and reimburse whoever it belonged to.
"Anyway, the guardian said I couldn't go all wyverny and forget I was human. I tried, though. I didn't want to be human, I think. I-you see-Mistress Ruskettle, have you ever killed anyone before?"
"Oh, that's it," Olive said with an understanding nod. "Well, yes. Not as many as you might think, but more than I really know for sure. The first two were a matter of life or death, but I was really too scared to know I was doing it."
"Yes!" Giogi said. "I was scared. Then it was over. But it doesn't change things. I killed a man. A man who was sort of a relative. I knew he was going to kill me, as he'd killed my father and all those elves and tried to kill my Uncle Drone, and who knows who else. I didn't think I'd ever kill anyone, and I guess I wanted to blame it on being a wyvern. I had to bite him as a wyvern to kill him. It's easy to kill things when you're a wyvern. Otherwise, you go hungry. I stayed a wyvern for a while so I wouldn't have to think about whether I'd have killed Flattery as a human being."
"What made you come back, then?" Olive asked.
"Well, the guardian was right. I'm not a wyvern. I kept thinking about things that made me human again. I had to think about killing Flattery as a human being. I think I had to kill him. I don't think I wanted to, but I made a decision anyway. It was more important protecting my family."
Giogi had another gulp of brandy. Then he asked, "Mistress Ruskettle, who was Flattery? What did he mean when he said Finder Wyvernspur made him? Is Finder really evil?"
Olive sighed. She'd seen this coming. "Nameless, that is, Finder Wyvernspur, is one of your ancestors. A grandson of Paton Wyvernspur, as near as I can tell. I went through the family histories while you were… out. There is a name crossed out in the list of Paton's grandchildren, so I think that