Talon: The Windwalker Archive (Book 1) (18 page)

He was
suddenly furious and didn’t know why; he had never snapped on his friend like that before. Talon released Jahsin’s shirt and stared at his hands as if the appendages belonged to someone else.

“
I’m sorry,” he said, walking to sit on the bed. He slumped down and put his head in his hands to try to clear his mind. Too much was happening too fast, and he was terrified. What if they freed Chief only to find he’d been turned into a vicious killer? What if he was already dead? They had made many unsuccessful attempts to find him. Was Jahsin right? Was he risking too much on the hopes that Chief would be the friend he remembered?

“
It’s all right, Tal; you’ve a lot on your mind. It’s your life the most at risk here. You call the shots,” said Jahsin.

“
No,” said Talon. “It isn’t my place to dictate your fates. You two should leave now. I will find a way to free Chief and meet you some…”

“
Not a chance,” said Jahsin. Akkeri shook her head as well.

“
Us against the world, remember?” she said.

The
door opened without warning and Vaka Fyrfang nodded to Talon and Jahsin. Talon felt his heart fall to his feet.

“
He said ‘within the hour,’ not in five minutes,” he protested, but Akkeri wasted no time with such feeble arguments. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him long and hard.

“
Only two weeks, Talon, two weeks and we’re free,” she whispered in his ear.

“
I love you, Akkeri.”

“
I love you, Talon.”

They parted with a final kiss and Akkeri hugged Jahsin. Talon moved to the door before he lost his nerve.

It comes! Thodin’s eye.
Great and terrible shall it gaze down upon us. On the night of dying, the night of storms.

—G
retzen Spiritbone, 4976

The long walk
back to their hut was taken in silence. Jahsin knew Talon was upset and he gave him his space. Talon felt as though his heart was being torn from his chest with every step. He wanted to turn and run to her a hundred times and struggled to put one foot in front of the other. His surroundings became a blur and he thought only of the night they had shared. The memories helped to ease his anxiety. He reminded himself that Akkeri was a strong woman who could take care of herself. Still, he hated being so powerless.

The sky above reflected his mood
: gray, with big, fat clouds hovering motionless above the Skomm village. Mud covered the ground from the recent rain, with the occasional respite of hard stone rubbed smooth by thousands of feet. The barbarians of Volnoss didn’t mind the mud. To them the mud and rain represented the end of the long winter and rebirth, and celebration. Most went around barefoot, as boots picked up too much mud and made walking harder. The village bustled with activity, many of the Skomm pulling double duties in preparation for Freista, a night dedicated to their slaughter.

The first thing
Talon did when they returned to the hut was to put the ring on Akkeri’s red ribbon. He did this behind Jahsin’s back, but then he thought about it. He had to tell him.

“
Remember the owl we ran into a while back?” he asked.

“
Sure, the white one, eh?” said Jahsin.

“
Right. Well, I have seen him many times coming back from the mines, and a few times besides.”

“
Yeah?”

Talon told him about following the owl into the thicket and what he found in the cave. At first Jahsin looked intrigued,
what with the strange vine tunnel grown beside the mines. At the mention of the firelight coming from inside the cave, his intrigue turned to grim-faced curiosity. When Talon mentioned the sleeping bear and leaf-clad elf sitting by a fire, Jahsin laughed, “you
Bacraut
!” and slapped him on the shoulder.

“
You had me goin’ for a time, didn’t you? A
feikin
bear,
and
an elf! Ha!” he laughed.

“
I’m serious, Jahsin. I’m serious!”

Jahsin waved him off with his good hand but
soon lost his grin when Talon remained stone-faced.

“
Buffalo shyte, you’re serious…”

“
I swear to the god of whatever the hells you want,” said Talon, raising his hands to the roof.

“
You don’t believe in the gods,” said Jahsin.

“
What, and you do?” said Talon, and his friend shrugged.

“
Swear on your mother, then,” said Jahsin.

Talon rolled his eyes
. “I swear on my mother.”

“
You can’t roll your eyes and swear on something, much less your mother!” Jahsin demanded.

“
For Thodin’s sake, Jah, listen to me. I met an elf, and that’s the truth of it. You wanna hear the rest or not?”

Talon told him the tale and
handed the ring to Jahsin. He rubbed his hand on his pant leg and with nervous fingers took the ring and held it up to the light.

“
Shyte, Tal, you’d get a good coin for this in Agora. Probably enough to set us up for a season!” he said, looking to Talon with sparkling eyes.

“
I can’t sell the ring!” said Talon, swiping it from Jahsin’s grip.

“
You really think it’s magic? You think the ring summoned the bear to your danger?” Jahsin asked with sudden wonder.

“
I don’t think so, but I believed Azzeal when he said it was magical.”

“
What’d he say it does?”

Talon shrugged
, thinking how to explain. “He said the ring would give me the strength of my enemies if my heart is righteous.”

“
Have you tried to use it yet?”

“
No. He said to be careful to reveal the ring’s power. When I do, I don’t know. He said I would be hunted, people would be after it.”

“
Shyte, Tal, you’re goin’ to be hunted soon enough anyway,” said Jahsin, eyeing the blue gem. “Well, if it turns out the thing don’t work, you can sell it in Agora like I said.”

Talon slid
the ring back on the ribbon and put it around his neck.

“
Nah, if it turns out not to be a magical ring, I’ll make it one: I’ll give it to Akkeri in marriage.”

Jahsin’s grin spread like a hungry fox’s.
“Well, you devil.” He began to laugh but soon his big cheeks turned bright red and his muffled chuckles cracked.

“
I’d like to see that wedding,” he sniffled.

“
You will, Jah; you will.”

Later, during the night, they walked the road to the mines and collected the herbs and flowers needed by Majhree. They talked about possible places for the traps they intended for Fylkin. One place caught their eye: a wide game trail crossing in the woods. The trail went ten feet into the woods and broke off to the right and back again to the road. Thick trees grew on each side, and Jahsin suggested they use some of their rope as a trip line.

“
Lead him this way; we’ll put the rope ’bout two feet up. Just don’t trip yourself,” said Jahsin.

“
I don’t even know if I can outrun him. You know how fast a Vald can run. It’s downright scary. His stride is two of mine easily,” said Talon.

“
Well, if Akkeri does her part, the poison should slow him down a bit. And you can change direction faster than him. I’d avoid runnin’ in straight lines if you can.”

Talon hadn’t
thought about having to outrun Fylkin for miles. He did so with dread. He had watched the Vald’s races many times from afar, and the memories of their speed did nothing to calm him.

J
ahsin must have seen his dread, for he patted him on the back as they looked for another spot. “They’re fast at top speed; takes ’em a while to get going, though. And they’re heavy as all hells; they can only keep up that pace for so long. Not like you; you’re, what, one-fifty?”

“
What if he’s on a chariot?” The thought suddenly occurred to Talon and he stopped dead.

Jahsin’s expression said
, “Oh shyte!” But he quickly shrugged and smiled. “They rarely use chariots during Freista.”

“
Rarely!”

“
Yeah, mostly when they’re making a show of riding into the village,” said Jahsin. “But the Vald need at least two horses to pull ’em; they can’t maneuver too well in the village with the huts so close together.”

Another hal
f a mile down the road, they came on a swampy area to the left whose waters trickled from the hills. The stagnant waters were home to what sounded like thousands of frogs. The swamp echoed with their croaks and calls. Among the willows and reeds, patches of raised earth offered the only way through the bog. Talon and Jahsin followed a meandering trail through the swamp. After a time they found a way back to the road; they traced it two more times, improving the route, and added it to the list. Talon would be able to slow Fylkin considerably in the swamp. Much of the trail was no more than a foot wide. In some places he had to leap to certain stones to avoid the murky waters. He had two weeks to learn the route, while Fylkin would be going it blind.

They found
another place where a pit might be dug. This was another game trail leading off the road and winding through the woods. The trail ran parallel to the road for thirty paces before leading off into thicker forest. They marked the spot with a small pile of stones and continued down the road.

Soon they came to a mile-l
ong stretch of road where the forests to the left and right gave way to rolling fields of grass. The white buffalo often grazed here. To the east and west the fields stretched for miles.

“
We can dig out a hole in the field and cover it up with a few boards and sod. Might give you a place to catch your breath, at least,” Jahsin suggested.

Talon nodded and stared out on the field. The humped
silhouettes of many of the white buffalo could be seen in the faint moonlight as the clouds sailed by.

“
Think you can get ahold of some pop balls and noisemakers?” asked Talon.

“
Sure, there’ll be plenty ’round for Freista. Why, what you thinkin’?” Jahsin followed his eyes to the sleeping buffalo. “A stampede? You crazy?”

Talon shrugged and headed for the road once more.
“Can’t hurt as a backup plan.”

“
The buffalo are likely to crush you just as easily as Fylkin. I would use ’em as a last defense if I was you,” said Jahsin.

The plains gave way to a
sparse wood of birch on either side of the road. Here the land dropped down and the hill led on for a quarter of a mile. They walked through the thin forest on both sides looking for another place to put a trip line. When they found a suitable spot off the road, they marked it as before.

The mines came into view shortly
, and Talon showed Jahsin the entrance to the shaft High Vaka Moontooth had indicated.

“
A few yards in, the tunnel branches off into three others,” said Talon. “I can lose him easy enough in there. Let’s hope Moontooth and his cronies hold up their end of the bargain and wait until I get out to blow it sky high.”

Jahsin’s only reply was a wary eye
.

They traced the route back to Skomm Villag
e and found a few more places that might come in useful. Over the next two weeks, Talon would trace the route to the mines until he knew it perfectly. His life depended on it.

Later on
, when they had settled in for the night and Talon was laying in his cot staring at the ceiling, Jahsin suddenly shot straight up in bed.

“
Wait a minute!” he said with growing excitement.

“
What?” asked Talon, rising up on one elbow.

Jahsin scrambled out of bed and lit the lantern. He put it between the two cots and sat back on his. His hand and his stump flew wildly around as if he were composing a symphony.

“The ring the Elf gave you: what…what did he call it?”

“
Kyrr,” said Talon.

“
Right, Kyrr. He said it’d make you as strong as your enemies, right?”

“
Yeah.”

“
Well, then, the ring should make you just as strong as Fylkin, right? Feikinstafir, Tal! Strong as Fylkin; can you even imagine?”

“
No,” said Talon truthfully. The more he had thought about it, the less real it seemed. Real or not, he too doubted the ring was magic. He had heard tales of the elves’ strange and powerful magic, but tales were tales: as plentiful as they were altered with each telling.

“
You can outrun him easy if you have his power; you would move like the wind.” Jahsin went on. “Hells, Tal, you wouldn’t have to run at all; you could kill him!”

“
I can’t kill him. He’s been training to kill since he could walk. I been training to
not
get killed since I could walk. The rabbit don’t kill the fox,” said Talon.

“
Well, maybe they should, especially if there are more rabbits,” Jahsin sighed, his bluster gone in the face of Talon’s uncertainty.

“
All the rabbits would die,” said Talon, lying back down.

“
Well, at least they’d die fightin’!” said Jahsin. “We Skomm spend our days slavin’ for the
feikin
Vald, while we outnumber ’em four to one. Their gods-damned standards are so high, they thin their own numbers.”

He fell back into his cot and puff
ed out a frustrated sigh. “Know what, Tal? When I get to Agora I’m goin’ to make a fortune somehow, and I’m going to come back here with a group of renegades and pirates and the like, and I’m goin’ to free this entire village!”

Talon could not help but
laugh.

“
What?” Jahsin asked, hurt.

“
Renegades and pirates?” He laughed.

“
And so?”

“
I’m sorry, Jah, I’m just tired,” said Talon, trying to hold himself together. To Jahsin his words were suspect, but soon Jahsin lost interest as his daydream of vengeance and liberation played before his mind’s eye.

“
I’ll tell you what,” Talon said, feeling bad for his jesting. “If this ring ends up being magic, you can count me in. I’ll help you free the Skomm. Hells, I’ll help you either way.”