V - Castle de Roquefixade [Quin, Guy]
"I don't remember how I came to be alone that day - some time in early autumn, that point when there is still some evening light but the earth is cool enough to be certain by the scent that summer's dead," Quintillian responds, the words coming low and even and chosen with care. "I would be around six years of age, and I came up into a field from which the stooks had been cleared, and the silence stopped me. I looked about and saw no birds but one, away across the field, and that...was not a bird, it was like a hole cut into the world."
He sips. "You might say it was a trick of the light, falling so strong one way as to make a particularly large raven seem shadowed by his own feathers, but how can I describe...the air did not touch him. The world came infinitely close to his outline, and did not touch him, and though I urged myself with all my strength to yell, to pick up a stone and hurl it to startle him away, it was as though the air closed over me and held my shape as exactly as it did not hold his, without him showing any effort or attention. He was talking with two hares - or witches, I suppose, I do not know which - too far away for me to know if he spoke in language or in some manner of the mind."
"They attended his instruction keenly, and then ran off two ways. Then whoever was minding me - my mother's maid, I think - called out, coming up, and the Devil took himself to a tree. I looked to the maid a moment as she seized my hand, exclaiming how could I have got so cold so fast, and that I was pale, and then realising I could move I looked for the Devil, but he was gone. Sickness seeped into the village soon after, a store of grain was hexed, and that winter a wolf walked into the street, drooling foam though clearly dead at a glance in its eyes." Quin looks at the flame-shimmer atop his wine and refocuses.
"...somehow I could not speak of what I'd seen until sickness took my second-eldest brother, and at length my mother listened and had the priest bless the field and cast holy water on the spot. We think that the boar who found that if he gored a man to death, said man would become a corpse good for fodder, had made his discovery before that was done, since there was a charcoal-burner fond of drink went missing long before shepherds and women out gathering started reporting attacks." He grins, the expression bright as sudden sunlight. "He was a pig, not a witch, though we burned his body in a pit rather than take the meat since he'd eaten a child. My first boar hunt."