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The Horsetamer’s Daughter
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My father was a horsetamer on the edge of Hali Plain.
His work was good and his horses fine, but we got little gain.
For few folk come now to Hali Town; the trade has gone away,
And the distant glower of the
ruined tower makes few folk care to stay.
So poor we were, but free we were, as the wild herds on the Plain.
And I was a child as free and wild as the wind in my tangled mane.
My grand dam told me cradle tales of the great days, long ago,
When the wizards ruled,
and the land was taxed, and the lords would come and go.
"But the land was torn by war," she said. "The Tower was broken down,
"And the lords appear no longer here to rule over Hali Town.
"And neither do the wizards come take our children, one in ten.
"So grateful be that you're poor
but free, and you are not living then."
My father had no sons at all, nor could he pay the fee
For hireling men to help his work, so he turned to Mother and me.
We helped him run the wild ones down, to catch and tame and train.
And we lived thus free and merrily on the edge of Hali Plain.
So well I loved the whispering grass and the children of the land,
That in time I learned,
as the seasons turned, to call them into my hand.
When I rode out on Hali Plain, I would set my mind a-fly,
'Til I felt the grass below my feet and the birds high in the sky.
I'd feel the wild ones running, and I'd bid them, "Turn again!"
And a few I'd see would come to me – about every one in ten.
But I never called them to the rope, for their trust I'd not betray.
And willingly they would carry me on the Plains to run and play.
There is a lake beyond the town; the tower stands on its shore.
Close by, the holy castle looms, where none may pass the door.
I always chose that ruined tower as my favorite place to play.
I'd daydream long of my grand dam's
songs, and the tales of the ancient days.
The stones breathed wond'rous tales
to me of the power within the ground,
'Til amid the stones of the tower's bones, a magic mirror I found.
The mirror, in its iron frame, was black as a winter sky.
Never a sight did it show to me 'til I set my mind to fly.
Aye, then it showed me wond'rous things! A window on the world!
The Plain, the town, the land around for as far as the ocean curled.
I wore it tied about my neck, so's to keep it always near.
Besides the land and my wild horse
band, 'twas the treasure I held most dear.
For I'll never wear red robes, I'll never wear a blue stone.
The ruined tower stands, abandoned and alone.
But when the moons are high, and the wind is roaring free,
When I send my silent call, wild horses come to me.
As we rode down to Hali Town one summer market day,
We saw the folk in turmoil run, and I heard an old man say,
"Go back! Go back, you horsetamer! The wizards come again!
"They come, I fear, for the children here – they're taking one in ten.
"Go back! Go back, you horsetamer, and your daughter hide away!
"Go conceal your child where the land
is wild 'til the wizards have gone away."
Back I rode to Hali Plain, as fast as a horse could run.
And I hid myself in the ruined tower, away from wind and sun.
I gazed into the mirror's deeps, to see what might befall,
And close at hand saw the wizards' band, so fierce and fair and tall.
Then one of them raised up his eyes and he said, "Who can this be?"
And he turned his head with its hair so
red, and he looked straight away at me.
"What is this power I feel," said he, "so clear, and raw, and strong?
"Rise up and ride, my sisters all!
My gods, we've been searching wrong!
"More power's here than we thought
to find – the gods so jest with men.
"It may be still that, without our will, that tower will awake again.
" 'Twas an ill-trained Keeper's mind
I met, and I've rarely felt such power.
lest we come too late. Make haste for the Hali Tower!"
As soon as I thus heard their plan, I turned my mind away,
And I sent it flying o'er the Plain. To the wild ones I did say,
"Oh, come to me, my free friends all! Oh, come to my right hand!
"We must prevent these lords' intent of the claiming of our land.
"For if they should rule this land
once more we will all be servant men,
will be captives here, and will never run free again."
I bound my mind to the wild ones'
minds, and I called as I never did call,
'Til seven mares and a stallion bold came into the ancient hall.
Seven mares, a stallion bold, a magic mirror and me
To stay the hand of the wizards' band and keep the plainsfolk free.
So I bound my soul to the wild ones' souls as I'd never done before,
And we raised our might in a ring of light to fight in a wizards war.
For I'll never wear red robes, I'll never wear a blue stone.
The ruined tower stands, abandoned and alone.
But when the moons are high, and the wind is roaring free,
When I send my silent call, wild horses come to me.
We raised a shield about the tower, all made of wind and thought.
through the mirror's sight, we battered, thrust, and fought.
the wizards fell, and they cried up from the ground,
"Have done! Have done, ye nine in one! Only tell us what we've found.
"How did your starstone hold intact when it should have burned away?
"What kind of men can stand up again
through the fires that we threw today?"
"I have no stone at all," said I. "Just a mirror like the sea.
"And you fought with never a man
this day – just eight wild horses and me.
"I am the horsetamer's daughter, the defender of the land,
"And I know my kind never were inclined to live at a lord's command.
"So it is my wish you should go
away and should leave us as we've been.
"Leave us free, as we choose to be. We will never be ruled again!"
So Hali Tower is tenanted now, fresh straw lies on the floor.
Tall wild horses come and go, free, through the open door.
The Hali folk bring corn and cloth, and wood for the winter's chill.
The tales they tell are spreading well, and I fear they always will.
I'm just the horsetamer's daughter, but they love me for my power.
They've made of me what I feared to be: the Keeper of Hali Tower.
I'll never wear red robes, I'll never wear a blue stone.
The ancient tower stands, no longer quite alone.
But when the moons are high, and the wind is roaring free,
When I send my silent call, wild horses come to me.