She remembered the tree, the boys. ‘My leg-’
‘A gash. I cleaned it, stitched it.’
Her hand flew to her stomach.
‘Your baby’s fine too,’ he murmured. ‘I heard its heart beat. He, or she, is going to be a tough fighter.’
‘How…’ Her throat was dry as dust.
‘Drink this.’ He lifted a wooden bowl to her lips and let her take swallows of tepid, strongly flavoured water. ‘Willow bark tea. From Alder. Kills the pain.’
‘What pain?’ She tried to lift her head off the pallet; a pain like a thunderclap echoed through her skull. ‘Ow.’
‘The Root was worried about the damage your head might have done to his tree on the way down. Look, another few days and you’ll be fine. But I had to wake you now.’
‘Why?’
‘Because Shade asked me to. He wants you to see what’s going to happen tonight.’
‘And what’s that?’
‘He’s challenged his father.’
‘Over me?’
He smiled, but it was a bleak expression. ‘Yes, over you. Wherever you go, trouble follows… Come on. If you can stand I’ll get you outside.’
She managed to sit up, and the priest threw a cloak around her shoulders and helped her to her feet. Her leg ached deeply, evidently it had been a bad cut, but with the priest’s help she could hobble. It felt as if her head had been cracked like an egg.
‘So,’ she said. ‘The Leafy Boys. Those things that got me.’
He pulled open the door flap and helped her through. ‘They are boys – human, though they don’t look it.’
Outside the air was fresh, cooler than it had been. Puddles stood on the ground of the clearing, and the sacred posts gleamed, wet. It had been raining, then; the weather had turned while she’d been unconscious. She couldn’t see anybody else.
Jurgi helped her to a log, and she sat, gratefully. He said, ‘I believe it was a Leafy Boy that threw down the branch at you, that time. Remember?’
‘When you saved me.’
‘And almost got killed myself.’ The priest glanced up at the night-black forest canopy. ‘They live in the trees. The canopy is so solid, the Pretani believe, that you could climb a tree and cross this country from north to south, east to west, without ever touching the ground. And there’s food up there, the fruit of the trees, the squirrels and the birds to hunt. And to drink, water that pools in the big leaves and hollows in the trunks. It’s a place to live, if a strange one.’
‘How do they get up there? The boys.’
‘Nobody knows how it started. Maybe a bunch of kids got lost somehow, or they were outcasts… They go naked. They lost the knowledge of speech. They’re more animal than human, I think. It’s a harsh life up there – one slip and you fall. Shade says they rarely breed.’
She grunted. ‘A gang of them tried to breed with me.’
‘Oh, they rape. They rut with each other like dogs. But even if one of them becomes pregnant, how could they handle the birth, look after a baby? It’s thought they keep up their numbers by stealing children from the ground, kids old enough to cling to a branch but too young even to remember their own names – toddlers of two or three.’
‘And the Pretani hunt them. What do they do, eat them?’
‘No, they have taboos about that. They display their skulls in their houses. I’ve seen them. And trade the little finger bones with other folk to make necklaces.’
‘I could have been killed.’
‘You’d have been fine if you hadn’t been hit by that stone. Once you were injured the Leafy Boys were on you in a heartbeat. It was the stone that caused it. Or rather, he who threw the stone. For it was deliberate.’
She remembered the stone’s flight. ‘Yes. Yes, it was. Who?’
‘It was their priest. He hasn’t been seen since – I suspect he won’t be back until we’re safely gone. It was a trap, you see – a trap for you. To get you isolated in a tree, in the Leafy Boys’ domain, and then to draw them to you. Ingenious in a way. And, with luck, it could be made to look like an accident. But their priest was seen.’
‘Who by?’
‘Me.’ He grinned fiercely. ‘I did promise your father I wouldn’t let you come to any harm. From the beginning of that hunt, something didn’t feel right. I spoke to Alder. He took my tree and I took his, which was close enough to yours for me to see. And another saw too, another who stayed close to you.’
‘Shade?’
He nodded.
She said, ‘That runt of a priest wouldn’t do anything without the Root’s say-so.’
‘Exactly. Which is what tonight’s drama is all about. Look, it’s starting…’ As they watched from their log the Pretani emerged from their houses, the Root first, then his son Shade, and then the hunters. The Root and Shade were both naked, but each carried a single blade in his right hand. There was still no sign of the priest, Zesi noticed.
Last of all to emerge was the Root’s wife. Aside from Zesi she was the only woman here. She stood and watched as the men walked through the ring of posts towards the sacred tree. It occurred to Zesi that she didn’t even know the mother’s name. And yet Zesi sensed she was the most important person here.
Shade and the Root faced each other. The hunters stood around them, reflecting the circle of the silent, watchful posts. Zesi thought it was like the stand-off between Gall and Shade.
‘I speak first,’ the Root said. ‘It is the custom.’ He spoke in his coarse Pretani tongue, and Zesi struggled to follow.
‘Then speak,’ Shade said, his tone dripping with contempt.
‘Why are we here, son?’
‘Because I challenged you, father.’
‘Why did you challenge me?’
‘Because you tried to kill Zesi of Etxelur. Tried in a way that lacked honour.’
‘The Leafy Boys attacked her.’
‘They were drawn by her wound. The cast stone caused the wound.’
‘I did not cast the stone.’
‘The priest is your creature. It is as if you cast the stone yourself. You shame yourself if you deny it.’
The Root shrugged. ‘I do not deny it. Why do you care if the Etxelur woman lives or dies?’
‘Because I lay with her. Because she carries my baby.’
The hunters gasped. Zesi saw the mother cast her a look of pure hatred.
‘And why,’ Shade asked now, ‘do you want to see Zesi dead?’
‘The same reason.’ It was the mother who answered, her voice shrill. She pointed at Zesi. ‘Because she carries your baby!’
The Root rumbled, ‘Be silent!’
But she would not. ‘I regret the day I told you to find brides for the boys in Etxelur! One son dead already. The seed of the other wasted in the belly of an Etxelur woman. Now she has Shade’s baby. She is here, stirring up trouble. Shade will leave me and go to her. It’s as clear as night follows day-’
‘I challenge you,’ Shade said to his father, ‘because you are less than a man. You tried to kill a woman. You tried to kill my child, your own unborn grandchild. Your clumsy meddling in our lives… You compound mistake after mistake. You have destroyed your family, and you keep destroying it, even to the next generation. And you did all this because of her,’ and he pointed to his mother. ‘I challenge you because I cannot challenge her.’
Jurgi murmured to Zesi, ‘He either loves you as no man loved a woman before. Or he’s gone insane. Or both…’
Alder stepped forward. ‘The priest is not here. I will say his words. The challenge has been issued. Yet neither need die. Agree a price. A finger from each man, an eye. Make your blows, your cuts. Then turn your backs and walk away.’
