A Girl Called Badger (Valley of the Sleeping Birds) (36 page)

The villagers lifted his body and began to run.

Wilson bounced on the blanket with each step and felt better with his eyes closed. He listened to the rapid squish of boots over the earth and the gasp of someone out of shape. His carriers splashed through water and the breeze over his face cooled. Wilson opened his eyes to the dark cornfields outside David.

The hunters passed through the small portal in the wooden gate and brought him to a house near the palisade wall. Once inside they helped Wilson and Badger lay on a pair of firm and narrow bunks.

A hunter poured each a cup of water and gave them a chunk of break.

“Please relax, Your Graces,” he said. “Leader Yishai will be here soon.”

Wilson closed his eyes again for a few moments. The door to the room squealed open and he looked up. A white-haired woman in a green dress entered. She touched Wilson’s head with the back of her hand.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” she asked in the dialect. “Excuse me for saying, but you look like three-week-old milk but I don’t––oh yes, this needs a new bandage.” She lifted his right hand.

“I need to see Leader Yishai,” said Wilson.

“He’ll be here, keep your pants on,” said the woman.

She opened his jacket and whistled at the round scab on his belly. With strong, bony hands she pushed Wilson on his side and saw the exit wound on his back.

“You’ve been in somebody’s henhouse, I can tell,” she said.

The old woman made Badger lie down and examined her from head to toe. She searched her apron pockets.

“Ana, the book!”

A girl in a blue dress ran up with a small book and inkwell. The old woman scratched out a dozen lines with a quill pen. She looked down every now and then to note the location of gunshot wounds, bites, and burns on her two patients.

“What are you writing?” asked Wilson.

“Wouldn’t you like to know. I’ll be back soon with the right medicine.”

The old nurse left with her assistant.

“They’re going to ask where your father is,” said Badger.

“One of the hunters would have told someone.”

“Maybe not.”

The door opened with a cloud of street dust and the leader of the village stepped inside. Yishai’s face was lined with exhaustion and he wore a pistol belt.

He spread his hands and bowed. “Welcome back!”

Wilson and Badger started to get up but Yishai put his hands on their shoulders. He started to talk in halting phrases then switched to the tribal dialect.

“From what I can see–” he said, “–your journey was eventful.”

“That’s true,” said Wilson. “But we can talk about that later. The Circle is sending an army to attack David.”

Yishai frowned. “Why?”

“We made them mad,” said Badger.

“Really?”

Wilson rubbed his eyes. “It’s a long story. Both of us were captured by Darius
–”

“The local speaker for the Circle.”

“Right. He thinks we came from here. He threatened to burn David to the ground and make everyone a slave.”

“I’ve heard those threats before,” said Yishai.

Wilson shrugged. “Well, that was before we set the village on fire.”

“And killed the leader of Woodland. And took something from Darius,” said Badger.

“Something attached,” said Wilson.

“I see.”

“Also, many Circle transports passed us,” said Wilson. “All heading this direction.”

Yishai scratched his dark beard and nodded. “Well, there’s nothing for it.”

“You don’t seem worried,” said Wilson.

“It’s true we’ve had contact with Circle bandits, but worrying about it doesn’t help one way or another. That’s something I learned from your father.”

“I don’t know what good those lessons are now,” said Wilson. “He’s dead.”

 Yishai rubbed his hands down his face and sighed. “I know. Your man Carter told me.”

“He’s not still here is he?”

“No. He waited a few days but finally traveled west with the other one, Martinez.”

Wilson touched the filthy bandage around his right hand. “Does everyone know? About my father, I mean.”

“Not the details. As you can imagine, it’s been a great shock to us. I held a gathering and told everyone he sacrificed himself to save you, then returned to the western mountains.”

“There’s more truth than fiction in that,” said Wilson. “But about the Circle–”

“We’ve fought off tribals before, and knew the Circle would attack someday,” said Yishai. “Plans for the defense have already been created, and during the day I’ll show them to you. Make sure to eat and rest well. I’ll have someone help you to your father’s room.”

THE TREATMENT STAFF changed their bandages and brought herbal medicines and food. As they finished drinking a hot, bitter soup a familiar girl in a green dress appeared.

“Kaya!”

“Wilson savisto, I’m so sorry! Your father–”

“I know.”

“And you look very sick,” she said.

“Well, at least I’m still breathing.”

“It’s good that you’re back. I’ll take you to rest.”

Wilson stood up. “Wait a second. Where’s the dog?”

All three looked through the room and around the building without finding it. Wilson sent Kaya to check the south gate. She returned a quarter-hour later.

“I’m sorry. The hunters say they left the dog outside the building.”

“It’s hiding and you won’t find it,” said Badger.

“Kaya, that dog was important to me,” said Wilson. “If you or anyone can find him, I’ll be in your debt.”

“I understand. What’s the dog’s name?”

“I don’t know if it has one,” said Wilson. “I’m sorry.”

Kaya took both by the hand and led them through the dark streets to the village square. She spoke to a guard in front of the meeting hall and he opened the door. After she guided them to the second floor Kaya excused herself.

Wilson opened the door to his father’s bedroom. Inside was a large quilted bed. Along the sides of the room were tables piled high with books and dried herbs in wooden bowls. The room smelled of elderberries, pine tar, and cedar. Wilson and Badger crawled under the bed’s thick quilt and fell asleep immediately.

WILSON DREAMED HE WAS a rocket from the old days. He flew skyward through a fog of midnight clouds and nothing could stop him. People he knew passed through his fingers. He rose until the earth was a tiny ball at his feet then slammed into a huge yellow flower. On the trip down he burned like a wishing star.

The morning sun crept across his face and slowly woke him. Badger mumbled in her sleep and Wilson carefully left the bed.

Kaya was in a chair outside the door. She led him to a bathing closet and filled a large tub with hot water.

“Did you find the dog?”

Kaya shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

The water turned black as he washed. He rinsed in another basin. Kaya brought a white shirt and trousers and Wilson strapped on his belt and knife.

A boy arrived with a breakfast of porridge and spiced eggs. Badger was still sleeping, so Wilson ate by himself. He left Kaya outside the bedroom and walked down to the plaza.

On the far side, dozens of traders from other tribes showed their wares on blankets.  In the center a group of twenty young men listened to a lecture on rifle cleaning by a man in a white jacket.            Wilson was more interested in a crowd of people around a small, table-top machine. A villager dumped a basket of what looked like chokecherries into a funnel at the top. He noticed Wilson watching from the crowd.

“We have an honored guest! Please, Your Grace––try it for yourself.”

Wilson approached the machine. “Thanks, but you don’t have to call me that.” He turned a wooden crank at the side and mashed fruit poured into a bowl at the bottom.

“It saves time,” said the villager.

“I can see that. Very nice.”

He walked to the traders on the far side of the plaza. The tribals were offering furs, dried meats of unknown provenance, intricate animal carvings, and bundles of herbs. The David villagers bartered leather goods or well-made knives for these items.

The medicine from the night before was wearing off. Wilson thought about having Kaya find more for him. Instead of returning to the meeting hall, he wandered the streets with somber, threadbare feelings. The villagers went about their daily routines of gathering, making, fixing, cooking, but it was too unreal to Wilson. He felt like a rabbit who’d been caught right outside his hole. The Circle will run through this place like a prairie fire, he thought.

He sat on a bench just under the northern stone tower.

“Having a good rest?” A voice came from above.

Wilson looked up. Yishai’s head stuck from a tiny window in the stone tower, ten meters up. Yishai disappeared and a moment later opened a wooden door at street level.

“What were you doing up there?” asked Wilson.

“Want to see?”

He led Wilson up a long flight of wooden stairs along the inside of the stone tower. Men’s voices drifted down from the top. They spoke with quiet and deliberate tones.

Wilson climbed into the fresh air and stared at a huge cannon.

Dark gold in color, it was supported by a wooden framework. Wilson gathered from handles on the sides and deep grooves in the thick beams of the floor that it could rotate a half-circle.

The workmen around the cannon watched him walk around the small, open space.

“How on earth ...”

“Your father,” says Yishai. “I said last night that we’ve been preparing for years.”

Wilson looked down at the rooftops of David. “But how did you get it up here?”

“We built the tower under the cannons, block by block. You can imagine how much effort that took, but it wasn’t the hardest part. It was harder to cast a metal barrel that wouldn’t crack and explode.”

“Still ... wait, you said ‘cannons.’ There’s more than one?”

Yishai pointed to the southern tower. “There.”

Wilson realized the other tower was identical. He squinted and could see a shadowy cannon and a few tiny figures around it. He looked down at the village streets and watched a girl carry a bundle of gray blankets. Smoke drifted from chimneys, cooking the midday meal or heating iron for a blacksmith. The miniature vendors in the plaza bartered and the soldiers performed a miniature drill. He looked toward the eastern hills. He didn’t imagine those wheeled transports.

“Yishai, I didn’t make it up. We saw them coming this way.”

“I trust you,” said Yishai. “Those bandits we ambushed last night were Circle.”

“But–”

“We’ll do a test of this cannon, Your Grace. Please follow me where it’s less disturbing.”

Wilson walked down the wooden steps and outside. Yishai led him through the streets to a wooden fire-step on the eastern wall. Soldiers could stand on the fire-step during an attack and fire over the top of the palisade.

Yishai pointed to a hillside across the corn fields. Halfway up the hill the trunk of a large oak tree was painted white. Yishai waved a yellow flag in his hand and the northern tower repeated the signal. A few seconds later the tower boomed smoke and flame. The cannon-shot flew through the branches. The tower fired a few more shots and splintered the trunk with a direct hit.

“Impressive,” said Wilson.

Yishai nodded. “It’s thanks to your father. But now that he’s gone ...”

Wilson didn’t say anything and simply stared at the splintered oak tree.

HE WENT BACK TO his father’s room. Badger sat on the edge of the bed brushing her hair. She wore a blue dress and looked fresh from the bath.

“Hello stranger,” she said.

“I was talking with Yishai about the village defenses. Didn’t want to wake you.”

She smiled. “It’s just like you to worry. Those Circle pigs can’t touch us now. If they show up and get slaughtered I won’t shed a tear.”

“I guess you’re right. I just have a strange feeling about this.”

“I know what you mean,” said Badger. “Somehow it’s like I never woke up, that I’m still … back there.”

She kissed him and turned away. “But you’re not me, are you? A few days of rest and you’ll be fine.”

“Kira––where’s that girl who punched Mast in the nose?”

Badger wrinkled her nose. “She’s right here, buddy. I’ve already eaten so let’s take a stroll.”

They walked out to the square. A boom came from the southern tower.

Badger shaded her eyes from the sunlight and watched the smoke drift upwards. “Sounds like a really big gun,” she said.

“Yeah, that’s basically it,” said Wilson.

They walked toward the main gate to get a better view of the cannon practice. Villagers bowed as they passed and Wilson did his best to ignore it.

“How’s your arm?” he asked.

“Better. The sleep helped to close the wound and there’s less pain. One strange thing ... when I took a bath Kaya was shocked that some of my scratches and bruises were gone.”

“Tribal people heal very slowly,” said Wilson.

“But that’s me. I came from the tribes.”

Wilson nodded. “The difference is you’ve got an implant and they don’t.”

The main gate was open and they joined a crowd of villagers outside. The target for the cannon was a pair of oak trees across the field, both with white-painted trunks.

“I just don’t understand,” said Badger.

“What? They’re trying to hit those trees.”

“No, about the Circle. They’ve got to be crazy to attack this place.”

Wilson didn’t say anything. He kept looking at the eastern hills without wanting to.

YISHAI INVITED THEM TO an evening meal at his house. The table was set with the same red porcelain dishes and tan cloth just as before. Wilson was glumly reminded it had only been two weeks since he’d sat down with Teacher and Father Reed.

“Is anything wrong?” asked Yishai. “You look very pale.”

“It’s nothing,” said Wilson. “I’m fine.”

A girl in a blue dress poured everyone a bowl of corn and egg soup.

“Any sign of the Circle?” asked Wilson.

“Not yet.” Yishai swallowed a mouthful of soup. “The Circle may have heard our cannons and decided to go home.”

“I doubt that,” said Badger.

Wilson nodded. “I don’t see Darius giving up without a raid.”