Outcast (18 page)

She breathed out. Rising to her feet, she gazed across the Lake. Then she turned, and he could tell that she wasn't seeing him, but was looking through him to the power he could give her.

 

"Until now," she said, "not even I understood the strength of the spirit walker." Returning, she knelt, and her long hair brushed his chest as she brought her face close to his. "Think what I can do with such power! I can learn the darkest secrets. I can bend all, all to my will!"

 

Torak shut his eyes. That made the churning worse. He tried to sit up--but although movement was returning to his limbs, he remained weak as a fledgling. Seshru pushed the sweat-soaked hair back from his forehead.
"This
is the will of the World Spirit.
This
is why it sent such a gift to me--with the spirit walker and the fireopal I shall rule! All creatures, all demons will fear me and obey!"

Sickness engulfed him. He raised himself clumsily on his elbow and retched.
With her icy hand, the Viper Mage pressed him to her breast. "Great power is bought with suffering, I know. But now you understand. You belong to me." 243
Exhausted, he slumped against her.
"Say it," she whispered, and her breath was hot and fetid on his skin. "Say that you belong to me!"
He gazed up at her, and she was very beautiful. Even her black smile was beautiful.
He said, "I belong to you."
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THIRTY

Renn was shaken by her dream about the viper.. "What did it mean?" said Bale as they loaded the skinboat. "I'm not sure. But it was in color, so it must be true. I think ..." "Yes?" "I think it means she has him now."
Bale stopped with his paddle in his hands. "You said the Magecraft had worked."
"I said I
thought
it had. You can never be certain."
He considered that. "Well. I've got more faith in you. And in Torak."
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Renn didn't reply. She hadn't told him about the real viper she'd glimpsed as she'd started awake. What would have happened if those ravens hadn't chased it away?

Oh, Seshru was cunning! She'd cut Torak off from the clans, from his friends, even from Wolf--and now she had him to herself, on this Lake which she was taking for her own. Somewhere, she was laughing at them all.

 

It was a hot dawn, and with the wind at their backs they made good speed. Their islet turned out to have been much farther west than they'd thought, and by midafternoon the Island of the Hidden People came into view.

 

As they bobbed in the shallows, Renn made an offering, asking leave to go ashore; then they landed the skinboat on a black beach backed by a watchful Forest. It had rained recently, and a steamy haze rose from the trees. A smell of decay wafted from a band of reddish pine-needles which reminded Renn of a snake.

"No sign of Torak," said Bale, returning from a search farther up the beach. "But I found other tracks."
When Renn saw them, her heart quickened. "A wolf." She blew her grouse-bone whistle, but got no answer. Her unease deepened.
As soon as they entered the Forest, the wind dropped and the heat settled on their skin. Clouds of
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midges whined in their ears. The rasp of crickets was loud, but there was no birdsong, except for the brief warble of a redstart.

Wading through springy lingonberry scrub, they followed a rivulet upstream. They passed man-high nests of wood-ants, and hunched boulders mantled with steaming moss. Over her shoulder, Renn caught the glint of the Lake between the trees; then the pines closed in and she saw it no more. The presence of the Hidden People was strong. She saw Bale touch his seal-rib amulet.

They reached a clearing where the stream had been dammed by branches. Brown pools spread amid gnawed stumps and piles of wood chips. The air was fresh with the tang of tree-blood.

"Beaver," they said together.
Bale gave a lopsided smile, and Renn's unease lessened. If the Hidden People allowed beavers on their island, then maybe Torak ...
Again that redstart.
Renn froze. "Torak?" she called softly. "Is that you?"
Bale raised his eyebrows, and she explained that it was a signal they sometimes used.
Once more she called. The Forest tensed. Her heart raced.
"Maybe it's our weapons," said Bale in a low voice. "He'll be wary."
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Renn stared at him. "Not of us!"
"Renn. He's been outcast a long time. Let's set them aside; and we should move into the trees. If it is him, he won't come into the open." Propping their weapons against a stump, they left the clearing and reentered the Forest.
"Torak!" Renn breathed to the watching pines.
"We came to help you," whispered Bale.
They hadn't gone far when they rounded a boulder and found their weapons neatly laid on a lingonberry bush--except for Renn's bow, which hung from a birch tree. "Couldn't let it get wet," said Torak.
There was no time for greetings.
Torak jerked his head at them to follow and headed into the trees. "Got to get deeper in, or she'll see us."
"She's
here?"
cried Renn and Bale together.
"Up on the north cliff," muttered Torak, "that's her eyrie. I don't think she'll risk the island because of the wolves."
Renn's skin prickled. "You've actually seen her?"
"She lured me there. She thought I was going to help her. I--I got away."
"How?" said Bale.
Torak's face closed. "Even the Viper Mage has to sleep." 248 "Not for long," said Renn.

Torak didn't answer. His expression was taut and unsmiling, and he kept turning to listen for sounds of pursuit. There was a bruised look about his eyes that told of broken nights and not enough food. And Renn noticed with a pang that he no longer wore the rowanberry wristband.

 

She couldn't tell if he was glad to see them. She couldn't tell
what
he was feeling. She tried to overcome the awful sense that he'd become a stranger.

And he looked so different! He'd been a skinny boy when he'd left, but now he was as tall as Bale, and the veins on his arms stood out like cords. There was a scab on his chest where the mark of the Soul-Eater had been, and some puzzling scratches on his shoulders; and although he still wore a headband, it only reminded her of the outcast tattoo beneath, and of all the dangers he'd survived on his own. Without her.

They found a fallen pine and hid behind it while Bale shared out dried duck meat from his food pouch. Torak ate fast, like a wolf. He didn't say much about the past two moons, just told them briefly about Wolf joining a pack. Bale told how they'd met the Otter Clan and wrecked the boat, but to Renn's relief, he didn't mention her attempt at Magecraft. Throughout, Torak spoke mostly to his kinsman, and avoided looking at her.

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Silence fell and she plucked up courage. "You got rid of the Soul-Eater mark."
He nodded. "I did the rite, but I'm not sure it worked. I got sick. A kind of madness."
"Soul-sickness," said Bale.
"Is that what it was?" said Torak. "Well. I got better."
"How?" said Renn.
"I don't know. I just did."
There was a whirring of wings, and a raven flew down onto Torak's shoulder. Wincing, he lifted it off. "I told you not to do that!"
Renn and Bale exchanged startled glances.
Another raven alighted on a juniper bush. Torak gave each bird a scrap, and they flew to a nearby tree, where they eyed the newcomers suspiciously. Renn was astonished. Ravens are supremely wary birds, but with Torak they behaved with perfect ease.
"Where did they come from?" said Bale.
"There was a hailstorm," said Torak. "They fell out of their nest, and I--I had to look after them. It's odd, but after that I got better."
Bale caught Renn's eye and smiled.
She didn't smile back. She didn't
want
to be good at Magecraft. And she was a bit envious of the ravens.
"I call the bigger one Rip," said Torak. "The smaller one's Rek. Watch your gear, because they like to steal;
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and what they can't steal, they shred. And when Wolf's around,
don't
make a fuss of them. He gets jealous."
Feeling self-conscious, Renn bowed to the ravens. "Well met, little grandfathers, and thank you."
Rek flapped her wings and croaked, "Well met well met!" and Rip lifted his tail and spattered the ferns with droppings.
Torak glanced at Renn in surprise, but she didn't speak. Let him think the ravens had come to him by chance.
Bale stood up and said he was going to hide the skinboat, and suddenly Torak and Renn were alone and the awkwardness was worse. Torak frowned. "Renn ..."
"What?"
"That elk. The one that attacked you--"
"I know," she said quickly.
"Do you?" His frown deepened. "I was so worried. That's why I went back to camp, to see if you were all right."
"I know. Torak--"
"She made me do it!" he burst out. "She made me do terrible things! Attacking you, then Ak--the Boar Clan boy ..."
"Aki?" Renn snorted. "He's all right!"
He stared at her. "He is?"
"Broken arm, but it's on the mend."
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"He's
alive."
"Actually, I wish it'd been a bit worse. Bale said that when he left, Aki was trying to get his clan to come after you."
Torak wasn't listening. He had both hands to his temples, and he looked younger and more vulnerable. Renn said, "Maybe you haven't changed as much as I thought." He blinked. "You're the one who's changed."
"Me?"
He touched his cheek, to show that he'd noticed her moon-bleed tattoo. "You seem older."

She was embarassed. "I
hate
sharing with Saeunn. She grinds her gums in her sleep. First time I heard it, I thought someone was sharpening a knife. But it went on
all night."

His lip curled. "Does she smell?"
"Like a three-day-old carcass."
He grinned. And suddenly he wasn't a stranger anymore.
Bale returned, looking worried. "I should have hidden the skinboat earlier; she might've spotted it."
"Whatever you do," said Torak, "she'll soon know you're here. She knows everything."
Renn went cold.
"But what does she
want?"
said Bale.
"She wants to crush the Lake into submission," said
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Torak. "She wants me to help her find the last piece of the fire-opal. She wants to rule."
"How would she get you to help her?" said Renn, feeling breathless.
Torak hesitated. "That pebble I made for you? She has it."
Renn shut her eyes. She'd been dreading this.
"But--I still got away," he said uncertainly. "And I fought off the soul-sickness. And when she made me spirit walk in the viper, I fought back."

No you didn't, thought Renn. The ravens woke me in time. Out loud she said, "She'll make you do it again, Torak. Or she'll think of something else. She's like a snake. If she meets an obstacle, she slithers around it."

Torak stood up. "Then we'll have to find the fire-opal before she does. Come on. We'll be safer with the wolves."
Everything was happening too fast; Torak couldn't take it in.

First his flight from Seshru: scrambling down the rock face, splashing through reeds, crashing into the Forest. Fearing at any moment to feel a viper's fangs sinking into his calf; to come face-to-face with that all-seeing, all-powerful gaze.

And now suddenly, Renn and Bale.
He should have been elated, but he was too churned
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up. Renn looked so different! The birch-seed freckle was still there at the corner of her mouth, but the red bar on her clan-tattoo made her seem older, less like his friend. It was a stark reminder that the life of the clans had gone on without him; that he'd been left behind.

 

It was a shock, too, to see her with Bale. As they moved through the Forest, he saw how easily they fell into step together. He watched Bale hold a branch out of the way of her bow, and felt a twist of jealousy. The Seal boy had taken his place.

 

Renn, though, didn't seem to notice. She wanted to know everything Seshru had said and done when he'd been with her at the spring, and she listened with the same intense concentration which she brought to hunting.

"She'll find some way to get you," she said. "If only we knew what she was doing."
Bale watched Rip alight in a pine. "Torak could spirit walk in a raven, and find out."
"I thought of that," said Torak, "but I can't. In the Far North, I promised the wind I'd never fly again."
"How she'd laugh if she knew that," Renn said bitterly.
The light was failing as they reached the water lily lake. The denning place was quiet. Torak gave two short barks.
I am here!
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He ran to search the Den. No cub-watcher. No cubs.
"They've gone," he said in disbelief. "The pack is gone."
Renn stood with her hands on her hips, looking about her. "Where would they take the cubs?"
Torak thought for a moment. "When they get big enough, the pack takes them to a new place, to learn to hunt." He breathed out. "Yes, that must be it." "Will it be far?" said Bale, his voice strained.
"A day's lope, maybe more." "So--it'll be off the island?" said Renn. "Yes," said Torak. "But Wolf will come back for me, or we'll find each other by howling--" "Torak," cut in Bale, "don't you see what this means? If the wolves have left the island, it means--" "Yes," said the Viper Mage, "it does." 255

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She sat cross-legged on the boulder above the Den, gazing down at them with her mocking sideways smile. "The wolves are gone," she told Torak. "I sent them all away."

"Don't listen to her," said Renn. "Why, what harm can I do?" said the Viper Mage without taking her eyes off Torak. "It's three against one, and I have no weapons." Her voice was as smooth as water that wears away stone, and she made him feel as if she spoke to him alone: as if they were the only ones here in this hot, airless dusk. "No weapons," she murmured, "not even a knife."

256 Torak felt the sweat starting out between his shoulder blades. He darted a glance at his friends. Bale stood transfixed, his axe forgotten in his hand. Renn gripped bow and arrow, but did not take aim.

 

"Not even a knife," repeated the Viper Mage, drawing his gaze back to her. At her breast the medicine pouch softly rose and fell. In the failing light her eyes were black, unblinking as a snake's. "You lied to me," she told him. "You deceived me and ran away. I thought you were braver than that."

Torak swayed. "You can't make me go with you," he said with an effort. "Ah, but I can." She touched the pouch.
You know I can. I have your stone, caught fast in the coils of the green clay serpent. You cannot defy me!
"Don't listen to her," snarled Renn again.