Oath Breaker (5 page)

Renn!'"

 

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SEVEN

Silence boomed in Torak's ears. Dust clogged his throat. "Renn?" he called. No answer. "Fin-Kedinn? Wolf?" The rocks threw back the sound of his terror.

He was squashed under a tangle of saplings which had fallen on top of his boulder. A surge of panic. He was trapped. Wildly, he struggled. The saplings shifted. He pushed his way out and greedily gulped air.

"Renn!" he shouted. "Fin-Kedinn!"
Wolf appeared on the crown of the hill and ran down to
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him, his claws clicking on rock. Torak didn't need to say anything. A terse nose-nudge, and they began to search. Tree trunks shifted and creaked ominously. Someone was whimpering. "No no, not them, please not them." It took Torak a moment to recognize the voice as his own.

A flurry of wings, and Rek lit onto a branch ten paces away. Wolf raced toward her and barked. Torak wobbled after them.
Through the branches he saw a shock of dark-red hair. "Renn?"
He tore at the branches, dragged saplings out of the way. Thrusting his arm through a gap, he grabbed her sleeve.
She moaned.
"You all right?"
She coughed. Mumbled something that might have been yes.

"There's a gap, I'll make it bigger. Give me your hand--I'll pull you through." Being Renn, she pushed her bow through first--then wriggled out. Her eyes were huge, but apart from scratches, she was unhurt.

"Fin-Kedinn," she said.
"I can't find him."
The blood drained from her face. "He saved my life. Threw me out of the way."
Wolf stood below them in a wreck of dead spruce, looking down between his forepaws. His ears were
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pricked. Eagerly, he glanced at his pack-brother.
The spruce lay on top of a larger beech, itself aslant more spruce. Under the beech lay Fin-Kedinn.
"Fin-Kedinn?" Renn's voice shook.
"Fin-Kedinn!"
The Raven Leader's eyes remained closed.
Frantically, they tugged at branches and tree trunks. There was a creak, and the whole pile shuddered. They didn't speak, for fear of bringing down disaster.

The sun set, and they worked on. At last they cleared a way to the beech. It wouldn't budge. Torak wedged a sapling underneath and pushed with all his might. The beech shifted slightly.

"We'll have to drag him out," said Renn. It took both of them to haul him free. Still he didn't move. Renn held her wrist to his lips to feel for breath. Torak saw her throat work.

Half carrying, half dragging him, they finally made it to solid rock. On the hill's eastern flank, facing the Deep Forest, Torak found an overhang. The ledge beneath it was big enough to shelter them, although not high enough to stand up in.

 

Renn knelt beside her uncle, twisting her hands. Rip and Rek flapped their wings and cawed. Wolf sniffed the Raven Leader's temple. Then he whined, so high that Torak could hardly hear. He went on whining.

Fin-Kedinn's eyelids flickered. "Where's Renn?" he murmured.
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By taking the weight of the other trees, the beech had saved his life, but it had crushed the left side of his chest.
Renn set to work, pulling off his parka and cutting the laces on his jerkin. She was as gentle as she could be, but the pain was so bad that he nearly passed out. "Three ribs broken," she said as she probed his back with her fingers.

Fin-Kedinn hissed. His eyes were closed, his skin clammy and gray. He was breathing shallowly, and Torak could see that every breath, in and out, was a knife in his side.

 

"Will he live?" Torak said in a low voice. Renn glared at him. "Is he bleeding inside?" he whispered. "I don't know. If he bleeds from his mouth ..." Fin-Kedinn's lips twisted in a wry smile. "Then it's over. Saeunn was right. I won't reach the Deep Forest."

"Don't talk," warned Renn.
"Hurts less than breathing," said her uncle. "Where are we?"
Torak told him.
He groaned. "Ah, not here! Not the hill!"
"We can't move you, not tonight," said Renn. "This is a bad place," muttered Fin-Kedinn. "Haunted. Evil."
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"No more talk!" admonished Renn, cutting strips from the hem of her jerkin for bandages.

Wolf lay beside her, his muzzle between his paws. Rip and Rek stalked up and down at a stiff raven walk. Torak watched Fin-Kedinn turning his head from side to side. He'd never felt so powerless.

 

Renn told him to fetch wood for a fire, and he ran off. His hands were shaking and he kept dropping sticks. He thought, If that beech had fallen just a little differently, it would have crushed his breastbone, and we'd be putting on Death Marks. It would be my fault. I could have killed us all.

 

From where he stood, the hill sloped down to the Blackwater. A deer trail wound along its bank, past one of the stone jaws, and into the Deep Forest. He pictured the Oak Mage vanishing into the shadows. He had been so close.

 

Back at the ledge, Fin-Kedinn had slipped into an uneasy doze, and Renn was on her knees with a handful of birch-bark tinder, grimly trying and failing to get a spark with her strike-fire. "Well, go on then," she said without looking up.

"What do you mean?" said Torak.
"Go after him. That's what you want."
He stared at her. "I'm not leaving you."
"But you want to."
He flinched.
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"It'll take days to get Fin-Kedinn back to the clan," she said, still failing to get a spark. "And all the time, Thiazzi's getting away. That's what you're thinking, isn't it?" "Renn--"
"You never wanted us to come!" she burst out. "Well, here's your chance to be rid of us!"
"Renn!"
They faced each other, white and shaking.
"I won't leave you," said Torak. "In the morning I'll bring around the canoes. Then we'll figure out what to do."
Savagely, Renn struck a spark. Her lips trembled as she blew life into it.
Torak went down on his knees and helped feed the fire with kindling, then sticks. When it was fully awake, he took her hand, and she gripped so hard that it hurt. "He's beaten us," she said.
"For now," he replied.

Night deepened, and the sliver of moon fled across the sky. Renn said they should take comfort from it; it would grow stronger, and so would Fin-Kedinn. Torak thought she was trying very hard to persuade herself.

 

While she tended Fin-Kedinn, he fetched their gear from the canoes, then used branches to turn the ledge into a rough shelter, leaving a gap for the smoke. He'd found

 

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a clump of comfrey near the river, and Renn pounded its roots into a poultice, while Torak made the leaves into a strengthening brew in a swiftly fashioned birch-bark bowl. Together, they bandaged Fin-Kedinn's ribs. The binding had to be tight, to help set the broken bones. When it was done, all three of them were sweating and pale.

After that, Renn fed the fire with juniper boughs and wafted some of the smoke into the shelter to drive off the worms of sickness. Torak tucked a slip of dried horse meat in a crack in a boulder to thank the Forest for letting his foster father live. Then, as they were both famished, they shared more meat. Fin-Kedinn did not eat at all.

The moon set, and his restlessness increased. "Don't let the fire die," he murmured. "Renn. Draw lines of power around the shelter."
Renn gave Torak a worried look. If his wits were wandering, it was a bad sign.

Torak noticed that the ravens hadn't settled to roost, but were hopping warily among the rocks, while Wolf lay at the mouth of the shelter, watching the dark beyond the firelight. Torak had the uneasy sense that they were on guard.

Renn took her medicine pouch and went to draw the lines.
"Don't go far," warned Fin-Kedinn.
Torak fed the fire another stick. "You said this was a
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bad place. What did you mean?"

Fin-Kedinn watched the flames. "Nothing grows here now. Nothing has since--the demons were forced back into the rocks." He paused. "But they're close, Torak. They want to get out."

 

Torak dipped a clump of moss in the cup and cooled his foster father's brow. Renn would be angry if he let Fin-Kedinn talk, but he had to know. "Tell me," he said.

Fin-Kedinn coughed, and Torak held his shoulders. When it was over, the skin around the Raven Leader's eyes had a bluish tinge. "Many summers ago," he said, "this hill was thick with trees. Birch, rowan, in cracks between the rocks. Holding the demons inside." He shifted position and winced. "Soul's Night. Long past. People came to let them out."

Renn returned and knelt beside him. "But the demons couldn't get out, could they?" she said. "I feel them under the rocks, very close." "One man stopped them," said Fin-Kedinn. "He set a fire on the hill. Banished the demons back into the rocks. But the fire escaped." He licked his lips. "Terrible.... It can leap into a tree faster than a lynx, and when it does-- when it gets into the branches--it goes where it likes. You wouldn't believe how fast. It ate the whole valley."

Torak began to be afraid. "Was anyone hurt?"
Fin-Kedinn nodded. "Trapped. Terrible burns. One killed." He grimaced, as if he smelled charred flesh.
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Torak peered into the dark. "What
is
this place?" he whispered.
"Don't you know?" said Fin-Kedinn.
The hairs on Torak's arms prickled. "Is this where ..."
"Yes. This is where your father shattered the fire-opal. Where he broke the power of the Soul-Eaters."
Out in the night, a vixen screamed. From far away came the deep
oo-hu, oo-hu
of an owl. Torak and Renn exchanged glances. It was an eagle owl. Renn said, "When I was drawing the lines of power, I felt a presence. Not only demons. Something else. Lost. Searching."
"There are ghosts here," said Fin-Kedinn. "The one who died."
Flames leaped in Renn's dark eyes. "The seventh Soul-Eater."
The Raven Leader made no reply.
An ember collapsed in a shower of sparks. Torak jumped. "Were you here that night?" he said.

"No." Pain contracted Fin-Kedinn's features. Torak didn't think it was caused by his broken ribs. "After the great fire," Fin-Kedinn went on, "your mother and father sought me. They begged me to help them get away."

Renn put her hand on his shoulder. "You need to rest. Don't talk anymore."
"No! I must tell this!" He spoke with startling force,
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and his burning blue gaze held Torak's. "I was angry. I wanted revenge against him for--for taking your mother. I turned them away."
Torak heard the click of raven talons on stone. He looked into the face of his foster father and wanted it not to be true, and knew that it was.

"Next day," said Fin-Kedinn, "I relented. I went after them. But they'd gone. Fled to the Deep Forest." He shut his eyes. "I never saw them again. If I'd helped them, she might have lived."

Torak touched his hand. "You couldn't have known what would happen." The Raven Leader's smile was bitter. "So you tell yourself. Does it help?"

Wolf leaped up with a growl and sped after a quarry only he could sense. An ember dislodged from the fire. Torak nudged it back with his boot. Suddenly, the light seemed a fragile shield against the dark.

 

"Keep the fire bright," said Fin-Kedinn. "And stay awake. Demons. Ghosts. They know we're here."

The Chosen One watches the unbelievers sleep, and hungers to punish them and set the fire free. The girl who woke the fire did it wrongly and without respect. She is an unbeliever. She does not follow the True Way. The boy threw a branch at the fire and kicked it. He too has lost the Way.
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The fire is sacred. It must be honored, for it is the purity and the truth. The Chosen One loves the fire for its terrible glare and its hunger for the Forest, for its dreadful caress. The Chosen One longs to be one with the fire again.

 

The wind changes and the Chosen One moves to crouch in the breath of the fire, to drink its sacred bitterness. The Chosen One's hand cups ash. The ash is acrid on the tongue, heavy in the belly. It is the power and the truth.

 

The injured man moans in painful dreams. The boy's sleep is also troubled, but the girl slumbers as one dead. And over them, wolf and raven keep watch--while the fire sinks untended. Dishonored.

Anger kindles in the breast of the Chosen One.
The unbelievers are evil.
They must be punished.
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EIGHT
Torak woke before dawn. The fire had burned low. The others were still asleep. Renn lay on her side, one arm flung out. Fin-Kedinn was frowning, as if even sleeping hurt. Both looked disturbingly vulnerable.

 

Quietly, Torak wriggled out of his sleeping-sack and crawled from the shelter. Below him on the slope, a wolverine rose on its hind legs to snuff his scent, then bounded off. This told Torak that Wolf must have gone hunting. If he'd been near, the wolverine would have stayed away. With a twinge of apprehension, Torak wondered what else might have managed to creep close.

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Below him the valley of the Blackwater floated in mist. The Forest rang with birdsong, but the ravens were gone.

On the hill, he could see nothing except naked rock. He climbed to the crown. Nothing. Only an ancient tree stump on the western slope, its roots still clinging to the demon-haunted cracks. He thought of his father, who had sparked the events that had brought him to this place. He was shocked to realize that he could scarcely remember Fa's face.

As light crept into the sky, he spotted a faint dew trail of booted feet. Drawing his knife, he followed it around to the overhang above the shelter. Near the edge, he found a small cone of fine gray ash. He frowned. Someone had poured it with care, like an offering. Someone who had watched them in the night.

He caught a flicker of movement in the mist by the river. His heart contracted.
Someone stood on the bank, staring up at him. The face was indistinct; the hair long, pale. An arm rose. A finger pointed at him. Accusing.

Torak touched the medicine pouch at his hip and felt the shape of the horn within. Sheathing his knife, he started down the hill. He dreaded coming face to face with Bale's ghost. But maybe it would speak to him. Maybe he could say he was sorry.

The birds had stopped singing. On either side of the
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trail, hemlock floated in vaporous white. Footsteps heading his way.
A wild-eyed man burst from the mist and blundered into him. "Help me!" he gasped, clutching Torak's parka and glancing back over his shoulder. Staggering under his weight, Torak breathed the stink of blood and terror.