I reached into my saddlebag and pulled out the packet of lunch the count’s cook had prepared for us, not so much because I was hungry as because eating would give me time to consider.

There was more happening here, I could sense, than I had yet been told. Negotiating with a holy old hermit, who from his demeanor might be declared a saint himself one day, and finding a way to deal with souvenir sellers, who might not be doing anything illegal but who still seemed scandalous, even to me, could turn out to be more serious responsibilities than I had originally thought. Joachim might well be right that the bishop was testing him to see if he was the sort of priest they wanted in the cathedral chapter.

I didn’t like this any more than the chaplain did, although for different reasons, but right now I had responsibilities of my own, which I’d been neglecting. To maintain the good name of wizardry, I should set about finding and coping with the strange magical creature the count and his men had seen.

As I strapped up my saddlebag, I caught a glimpse of motion from the corner of my eye and turned slowly.

And there two of the creatures, the size of small dogs but shaped like rabbits. My first hope was that they were some bizarre illusion, but they were very real. They came hopping awkwardly along the edge of the stream, ignoring my presence. Rather than ears, they had long, pointed horns.

I stepped back involuntarily. Instead of broad rabbits’ teeth, they had protruding fangs, and instead of wide, placid rabbit eyes, they had small red nasty eyes. And those horns looked sharp.

One flicked its red eyes toward me and gave a much higher hop. At the same time, it emitted a cry, a low, hooting sound, almost like an owl. The other creature responded with the same cry. Both redoubled their speed, made a sharp turn, and disappeared rapidly across the meadow toward the base of the cliff.