At last he said, "They must be difficult neighbours."
Pasko chuckled. "Indeed."
While they stood upon the parapet looking at the inn, a door opened and a young girl appeared carrying a large bucket. She glanced up and saw them and waved. "Hello, Pasko!"
"Hello, Lela!"
"Who's your friend?" she asked playfully. She appeared to be a few years older than Talon, but unlike the girls he had known among his people, she was dark. Her skin was dark with a touch of olive colour, and her hair was as black as night. Her large brown eyes sparkled as she laughed.
"A lad we picked up along the way. Leave him alone. You've enough admirers already."
"Never enough!" she shouted playfully, swinging the bucket around as she twirled a step, then continued on her path. "I could do with some help fetching water," she said with a flirtatious grin.
"You're a healthy enough lass, and the boy's injured." Pasko paused, then asked, "Where are Lars and Gibbs?"
"Kendrick's got them out," Lela said, disappearing behind the other side of the barn.
Talon stood silent for a moment after she vanished from view, then asked, "What am I to do?" Inside he felt a profound hopelessness, a lack of volition and will he had never known in his young life. Without his family . . . Memories of his village made tears gather in his eyes. The Orosini could be an emotional people, given to loud celebration in times of joy and tears in times of sorrow. But they tended to be reserved in the presence of strangers. All that seemed without purpose now and Talon let the tears run down his face.
Ignoring them, Pasko said, "You'll have to ask Robert about that when he returns. I just do as I'm bid. You do owe him your life, so that debt must be settled. Now, let's walk you around a little more, then get you back inside to rest."
Talon felt a desire to explore, to go inside the inn and investigate its wonders, for a building this large must contain many, he judged. But Pasko took him back to the barn, and by the rime they reached his pallet Talon was glad to be there, for he felt exhausted deep into his bones. The wounds on his body ached and stung and he knew that even that little bit of exercise had torn some new scar tissue and that he would need time to heal. He remembered when Bear Who Stands had been gored by a boar. He had limped for almost a half year before regaining full mobility in his leg.
Talon lay back on his pallet and closed his eyes while Pasko puttered around in the barn with some items he had brought in from the wagon. Despite having felt alert when he had awoken just a scant half-hour before, the boy drifted back off to sleep.
Patient by nature, Talon let the days go by without pestering Pasko with questions. It was obvious to him that the servant was by nature taciturn, and by instruction not very forthcoming. Whatever he discovered would be through his own powers of observation.
The pain caused by his people's destruction was never far from his thoughts. He had shed tears nightly for a week, but as the days passed, he turned away from his grief and began to court anger. He knew that somewhere out there were the men responsible for his people's obliteration. Eventually he would hunt them down and take retribution; such was the Orosini way.
But he was also enough of a realist to understand that one young man on his own had little chance of extracting full vengeance. He would need to gain strength, power, knowledge of weapons, many things. He knew that his ancestors would guide him. Silver Hawk was his totem: the boy once known as Kielianapuna would be a talon for his people.
The days became routine. Each morning he would awake and eat. Pasko and he would walk, at first just around the compound surrounding the huge inn, then later into the nearby woods. His strength returned and he started helping Pasko with chores, hauling water, chopping wood, and mending reins, halters and traces for the horses. He was a clever lad and had to be shown a thing only once or twice to grasp it. He had a fierce passion for excellence.
Occasionally, Talon would catch a glimpse of Robert as he hurried about the inn, often in the company of any of three men. Talon didn't ask Pasko to name them, but he marked them. The first Talon guessed to be Kendrick. A tall man with grey hair and a full beard, he moved around the property as if he owned it. He wore a fine tunic and a single ring of some dark stone set in gold, but otherwise serviceable trousers and boots. He often paused to give instructions to the servants-the girl Lela, and the two younger men, Lars and Gibbs. Lars and Gibbs had also been regular visitors to the barn when travellers called at the inn, for they cared for the horses.
The second man Talon saw he thought of as Snowcap, for his hair was as white as snow, yet he looked to be no more than thirty or so years of age. He was not quite as tall as Kendrick or Robert, but somehow seemed to look down at them. He carried himself like a chieftain or shaman, thought Talon, and there was an aura of power about him. His eyes were pale blue, and his face was coloured by the sun. He wore a robe of dark grey, with an intricate pattern woven at the sleeves and hem, which was just high enough for Talon to glimpse beneath it very finely crafted boots. He carried a wooden staff upon occasion, while at other times he affected a slouch hat that matched his robes in colour.
The last man bore a faint resemblance to the second, as if they were kin, but his hair was dark brown, almost the same colour as Talon's. His eyes were a deep brown as well, and his manner and movement suggested a warrior or hunter. Talon called him the Blade in his mind, for his left hand never seemed to venture far from the hilt of a sword, a slender blade unlike any Talon had seen. He wore blue breeches tucked into knee-high boots and a dark grey shirt over which he wore a tied vest. He also wore a hat all the time, a twin to Snowcap's slouch hat, though this one was black. Once Talon had seen him leave the inn at sunrise carrying a longbow and that night he had returned carrying a gutted deer across his shoulders. Instantly the young man had felt a stab of admiration; hunting was considered a great skill among the Orosini.
Robert, Pasko and Talon were treated much as if they were part of the surroundings. Only Lela took a moment now and again to call out a greeting to Pasko and Talon, or to nod or wave. Lars, a stocky red-headed lad, and Gibbs, a slender older man, would occasionally speak to them, asking for a piece of tack, or assistance in holding a horse that was being tended. But both avoided any casual conversation. Most of the time, Talon felt as if he and Pasko didn't exist in the minds of those inside the inn.
After a full month had passed, Talon awoke one morning to find Robert deep in conversation with Pasko. The young man arose quietly, and dressed, then made his presence known.
"Ah, young Talon," said Robert, smiling at him. "Pasko tells me you're recovering nicely."
Talon nodded, "My wounds are healed, and most of the stiffness is gone."
"Are you fit enough to hunt?"
"Yes," he answered without hesitation.
"Good; come with me."
He left the barn and Talon fell into step beside him. As they walked to the inn, Talon said, "Sir, I am in your debt, am I not?"
"Agreed," replied Robert.
"How shall I discharge my debt?"
Robert stopped. "I have saved your life, true?"
"Yes," replied the boy.
"If I understand the ways of your people, you have a life-debt to me, correct?"
"Yes," Talon said calmly. A life-debt was a complex concept, one that involved years of service, directly or indirectly. When a man of the Orosini saved the life of another, the man who was saved was considered to be at the call of the other. It was as if he became a member of that family, but without the privileges of that membership. He was honour bound to ensure that his saviour's family ate, even should his own go hungry. He was obliged to help bring in his saviour's crops before his own. In every way, the rescued man was in debt to the other. What Robert was telling Talon was that he must now consider Robert his master until such time as Robert released him from service.
"This is a heavy debt, is it not?"
"Yes," Talon replied evenly.
The wind blew slightly, rustling the leaves in the distant trees and Robert was silent, as if thinking. Then he said, "I shall test you, young Talon. I will judge your mettle and see if you will do."
"Do for what, sir?"
"For many things. And I shall not tell you half of them for years to come. Should you prove lacking, I will bind you over to Kendrick's service for a number of years so that you may learn to care for yourself in a world other than the highlands of the Orosini, for that life is now denied you forever."
Talon heard those words and felt as if he had been struck a blow, but he kept his expression blank. What Robert said was true. Unless others had somehow survived the attack and crept away into the mountains, he was now the last of the Orosini and no man could live alone in those mountains.
Finally Talon said, "And if I am not lacking?"
"Then you shall see things and learn things no Orosini could imagine, my young friend." He turned as another man approached. It was the Blade, and he had a longbow across his back, and carried another in his hand, with a hip-quiver of shafts. "Ah, here he is." To Talon, Robert said, "This man you have seen, I am sure, for you do well in observing things; that I have already noticed. Talon, this is Caleb. He and his brother Magnus are associates of mine."
Talon nodded at the man, who remained silent, studying him. Up close, Talon decided that Caleb was younger than he had at first thought-perhaps no more than ten years his senior, but he stood with the confidence of a proven warrior.
Caleb handed the bow and hip-quiver to Talon, who tied the quiver-belt around his waist, and inspected the bow. It was longer than the one he had learned with, and as he tested the draw, he felt Caleb's eyes observing his every move. There was wear at one end of the string, but he didn't judge it frayed enough to be a problem yet. Even so, he asked, "Extra bowstring?"
Caleb nodded.
Talon set the bow across his back and said, "Let us hunt."
Caleb turned and led the way, and soon they were trotting down the path into the woods.
They moved silently through the trees. Caleb had not spoken a word to Talon yet. Half an hour into the hunt, Caleb led Talon off the path and down a game trail. The younger man looked around, marking signs in his mind to guide him back to the road should there be a need.
Caleb had led the way at a steady trot, a pace that would have been no problem for Talon when he was fit. But his injuries had weakened him and he found the pace difficult after the first hour. He was considering asking for a rest, when Caleb slowed. He had a water skin on his left hip, where his sword usually rested, and he unslung it and handed it to Talon. Talon nodded and drank sparingly, just enough to wet his throat and mouth. Feeling revived, he passed the skin back to Caleb. The silent man motioned as if asking if Talon wished to have another drink, and Talon shook his head. Looking at the rich woodlands around him, Talon reckoned he could not be far from any number of sources of water-streams, pools and brooks-but being from the high mountains where water was far more difficult to find, drinking sparingly while on a hunt was an inborn habit.
They resumed their hunt, but now Caleb led them at a walk rather than at a trot, looking at the ground for game sign. They entered a meadow after a few minutes, and Talon paused. The grass was nearly waist-high, pale yellow-green from the summer sun and ample rain.
He quickly unslung his bow and tapped Caleb on the shoulder with it. He motioned with his left hand, and Caleb looked to where he indicated. They made their way into the meadow, noting how the grass had been parted and some of it broken and crushed. Talon knelt and looked for prints. In a depression in the damp soil, he found one.
Softly he said, "Bear." He reached out and tested the broken blades. They were still moist at the break. "Close."
Caleb nodded. "Good eyes," he said softly.
They began to follow the bear's trail, until they had crossed nearly half the meadow. Caleb held up his hand and they halted. Then Talon heard it. In the distance, the snuffling sounds of a bear, and a dull thump.
They crept along until they reached a small brook. On the other side stood a large brown bear, busily rocking a dead tree trunk and ripping at it with its claws in an effort to expose a hive of bees, which were swarming futilely around the animal. The bear tore open the dried wood and revealed the rich comb inside while the bees stung ineffectually at its thick hide, one occasionally finding the only exposed part of the animal, its tender nose. Then the bear would hoot in outrage, but after a moment it would return to its task of getting to the honey.
Talon tapped Caleb on the shoulder and motioned towards the bear, but the older man shook his head and motioned back the way they had come.
They moved silently away from the scene and after a short distance, Caleb picked up the pace and led them back towards the road.
Nightfall found the two hunters returning to the inn, a deer across Caleb's shoulders and Talon carrying a pair of wild turkeys tied together at the feet.
Robert waited at the gate. When they got there, Gibbs appeared and took the turkeys from Talon. Robert looked at Caleb.
Caleb said, "The boy can hunt."
Talon watched Robert's face and saw a flicker of satisfaction. He wasn't sure what had been said, but he was certain it had to do with more than merely hunting game in the woods.
Caleb followed Gibbs around the side of the inn, towards the kitchen door.
Robert put his hand on Talon's shoulder. "So, it begins."
CHAPTER THREE - Servant.
Talon struggled.
He followed Lela up the hill from the stream that ran through the woods, carrying a large basket of dripping-wet laundry. For the previous week, he had been put in her charge, essentially providing an extra pair of arms and legs for her.
The one oddity had been Robert's insistence that she speak only the language of Roldem to him, answering him only when he asked a question correctly. A few of the words in that language were used in the Common Tongue, but Common was mainly the hybrid of Low Keshian and the King's Tongue, developed by years of trading along the border of those two vast nations.
Still, Talon discovered he had an ear for language and quickly picked up the language from the constantly cheerful girl.
She was five years his senior, and had come to Kendrick's by a circuitous manner, if her story was to be believed. She claimed to have been a serving girl to a Princess of Roldem, who had been en route to a state arranged marriage with a noble in the court of the Prince of Aranor. Depending on his ability to understand her language and the frequency with which her story changed, she had either been abducted by pirates or bandits and sold into slavery, from which she had been freed by a kind benefactor or had escaped. In any event, the girl from the distant island nation across the Sea of Kingdoms had found her way to Kendrick's where she had been a serving girl for the last two years.
She was constantly happy, always quick with a joke, and very pretty. Talon was becoming quickly infatuated with her.
He still ached inside at the thought of Eye of the Blue-Winged Teal, lying dead somewhere with the rest of her family. Left unburied for the carrion-eaters. He shoved the image aside and concentrated on lugging the huge wicker basket he carried on his back.
Lela seemed to think that because he was assigned to her she was freed from the need to make several trips to the stream to clean the clothing. So she had found a basket four feet high and had rigged a harness so he could haul it up the hill on his back. Taking the clothing down to the stream was the easy part of the morning; carrying the sopping-wet garments back up to the inn was the difficult part.
"Caleb says you're a good hunter."
Talon hesitated for a moment. He had to think about the words before he answered. "I've hunted my life for all."
She corrected his sentence structure and he repeated what she had said. "I've hunted all my life."
Talon felt considerable frustration as Lela prattled on; half of what she said was lost on him even though he listened hard, and the other half was mostly gossip from the kitchens, about people he had barely glimpsed.
He felt lost in a lot of ways. He was still sleeping in the barn, though alone now that Pasko had vanished on some errand for Robert. He saw Robert only rarely, glimpsed him through a window of the inn, or as he was crossing from the rear of the inn to the privy. Occasionally, the man who had saved his life would pause and exchange a few idle pleasantries with Talon, speaking in either the Common Tongue, or in Roldemish. When he spoke the latter, he also would only reply if Talon spoke in that language.
Talon was still not allowed inside the inn. He didn't think that strange; an outsider wouldn't have expected to be admitted to an Orosini lodge, and these were not the Orosini. Since he was a servant now, he assumed his sleeping in the barn to be a servant's lot. There was so much about these people he didn't understand.
He found himself tired a great deal. He didn't understand why; he was a young man, usually energetic and happy, but since he had come to Kendrick's, he found himself battling black moods and almost overwhelming sadness on a daily basis. If he was set to a task by Robert or Pasko, or when he was in the company of Caleb or Lela, he was distracted from the darker musing he was prey to when he was left alone. He wished for his grandfather's wisdom on this, yet thinking about his family plunged him deeper into the morbid introspection which caused him to feel trapped within a black place from which there seemed to be no escape.
The Orosini were open amongst themselves, talking about their thoughts and feelings easily, even with those not of the immediate family, yet they appeared stolid, even taciturn to outsiders. Gregarious even by the standards of his people, Talon appeared almost mute to those around him. Inside he ached for the free expression he had known in his childhood, and though the edge of that childhood was only weeks earlier in his life, it felt ages past.
Pasko and Lela were open enough, if he asked a question, but Lela was as likely to answer with a prevarication or misinformation as Pasko was likely to dismiss the question as being irrelevant to whatever task lay at hand. The frustration Talon experienced as a result only added to his bleak moods. The only respite from this crushing darkness was to be found in hunting with Caleb. The young man was even more reticent than Talon, and often a day of hunting would go by with less than a dozen words spoken between them.
Reaching the stabling yard, Lela said, "Oh, we have guests."
A coach, ornate with gilded trim on black lacquered wood and with all its metal fittings polished to a silvery gleam sat near the barn and Gibbs and Lars were quickly unhitching from the traces as handsome a matching set of black geldings as Talon had ever seen. Horses were not as central to the mountain tribes of the Orosini as they were to other cultures in the region, but he could still appreciate a fine mount. The coachman oversaw the two servants, ensuring that his master's team was treated with due respect.
"Looks as if the Count DeBarges is visiting, again," said Lela.
Talon wondered who he might be, but remained silent.
"Put the basket down in the back porch," Lela instructed.
Talon did so and the girl smiled as she vanished through the rear door to the kitchen.
He waited a moment, unsure what to do, then turned and headed back towards the barn. Inside, he found Pasko seeing to one of the many constant repairs the old wagon required, humming a meaningless tune to himself. He glanced up for an instant, then returned his attention to the work at hand. After a few moments of silence, he said, "Hand me that awl there, boy."
Talon gave him the tool and watched as Pasko worked on the new leather for the harnesses. "When you live in a big city, boy," Pasko commented, "you can find craftsmen aplenty to do such as this, but when you're out on the road miles from anywhere and a harness breaks, you have to know how to do it for yourself." He paused for a moment, then handed the awl back to Talon. "Let me see you punch some holes."
The boy had watched Pasko work on this new harness for a few days and had a fair notion of what to do. He began working the straps where he knew the tongue of the buckles would go. When he felt unsure, he'd glance up at Pasko who would either nod in approval, or shake his head indicating an error.
Finally, the strap was finished, and Pasko said, "Ever stitch leather?"