Robin sat by Kestral's bed some time later, feeling drained.
When he'd reached the forge, Pepper's arms were submerged in the lavender, the other boys looking owlishly. His father hadn't asked what had happened to them, but at the sight of his little girl's still and damaged form, he moved and took her from his son's arms. His father spoke softly, as big men often do.
Robin had said he'd found her that way and must have fallen from a tree and hit her head. His father had looked pat him to the boys and then back at Kestral, who's eyes were closed and she breathed as if asleep. He'd taken her into the house.
Robin, before following, turned to the boys and spoke in a low growl.
"I've just saved your skins for now," he told them, keeping his voice too low for anyone to hear but them. "You will not breathe a word of what happened, how it happened, and you will stay away from Kestral and Jubilant Wells."
There was that force in the voice. The other boys looked to Pepper, who had stopped crying but was livid with anger now.
"You saw what that little freak did," he hissed at Robin. "He's...."
"You were the one who hurt, Kes," said Robin gently, putting his hand into the cool liquid essence of lavender and squeezing Pepper skin where the burn had left it's mark. He could feel the heat coming from it.
Pepper gave a moan of pain.
"Remember this, Philip," said Robin, using Pepper's real name to emphasize the point. "Your parents are pig farmers, who need my father's forge to repair their broken tools and to make them new ones. If my father knew what you'd done, he would never do it again."
The silence was filled with this idea. It might not happen straight away, because the Blacksmith was a good soul, but he would wait for them to come to him and turn them away. They would be unable to buy any tools, for their neighbours would shun them, for fear that the Blacksmith would add them to his list of people not to do work for. There was no other blacksmith within 5 days travel.
This went through Pepper's mind as fast as the others boys. He swallowed.
"So," continued Robin in a voice that told them they were not to argue, "you were playing with fire and you got burnt. You came here because everyone knows that blacksmiths have great cures for burns, since they have to work with fire, and we took care of you. Lavender is amazing with burns, and you may not have serious tissue damage. Whatever you do have, you will accept as payment for my silence and doing as I've said. 1 word and I will ensure all of your families," and with this he met each boy's eyes, "will never receive any assistance further from my family."
After that, he told Pepper's hands in the barrels until the stinging stopped and the redness went from the skin. The other boys seemed to realize that being associated with Pepper would land them in a very bad place, and drifted away from the foolish idiot.
Robin had gone inside to hear his mother fussing, but he went to Kestral's room, where her father had gently put her in bed and had cleaned her face. He was carefully stitching the skin.
"She may have a scar," his father had said when he heard his son's footsteps, though he didn't turn.
Her head was bound and then Robin sat with her, his father's wish to be called once she awoke.
He sat on the floor, back to the bed, staring at the other wall. His brain was trying to process something it couldn't accept. What had happened? He'd worked with fire for a long time, and understood burns. But how had Jube done it....?
And, in his soul, he wondered how he'd be able to leave Kes alone with him ever again.
He felt a soft touch on his hair, but the name that was murmured wasn't his.
He turned and met her gaze, which was a little blurry.
"Sorry Robin," she said with a small smile. "I thought you were Jube. Why am I in bed? I feel...."
He took her small hand between both of hers.
"What can you remember?" he asked.
Most of it, it seemed. She told him how the fight had started and she remembered going to protect Jube. Robin listened with his lips pressed tight. She was worried for Jube, asking if he was okay and if Pepper had hurt him. She sounded weak, but her tone seemed to say she really wanted to do something. He tried to soothe her.
"Jube is fine," he said. "Not a mark. I told him to go home."
Kes nodded, seeming to relax. "If I had to get married so that I could stay near him, I would."
Robin looked shocked at her words. She was talking nonsense.
"I didn't think you were getting married," he said trying tease her, but feeling worried.
"I'm not," she murmured sleepily, "but I'm not leaving him alone. He needs me."
Robin frowned, not wanting to explain to his sister that Jube, despite all appearances, could protect himself.
"I'll go find father," he said, patting her hand then standing. "You gave him a fright. But Kes, I've told him you fell from a tree."
She nodded. She didn't need to know his reasons. She trusted him.
Once he'd spoken to his father, he followed the promise he'd made Kes just before he'd left her.
"Go see Jube," she'd pleaded quietly. "Tell him I'm okay. He'll be upset. Just tell him. Please?"
So Robin headed to Jube's house with the message, feeling confused.
He strolled to the house and knocked on the door, looking back to the forge, and from there to the empty, open window which was Kes's room. He'd do as she asked, but he wasn't sure what else he might do.
He forced his hands into his pockets where they'd be safe.