The Legend of Broken

of what forces you will require; but above all, I must be sure that you understand why this war must be fought.”

“My lord,” Arnem manages to reply, “I can assure you, this duty comes as no surprise. We — I—have long expected it.”

“Yes, but you have cannot have understood the reasons that now compel us to act. All the reasons. I intend to be candid with you, Arnem — for you share many of Korsar’s opinions, I know, but not all. And you must know why you should share none. You go to war to achieve far more than the destruction of the Bane, Sentek, and easier access to their goods — you go to protect all that you hold dear.”

And with that, Baster-kin strides away into the apse, evidently expecting Arnem — who must puzzle over the Merchant Lord’s last remark, even as he adjusts to the altered circumstances of his own life — to match his pace toward the tall bronze doors of the Temple.

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In Davon Wood, the Specter of the Death …

The mad laughter had been unmistakable: it had come from Heldo-Bah, who had crept undetected around and below the entire area of activity on the rocky shelf above the Ayerzess-werten, clinging to ledges of wet, nearly sheer stone, then coming up on the flank of the Outrager Welferek. Although Keera and Veloc had been relieved to hear his voice, they had not been surprised by his appearance: it would have been unlike Heldo-Bah to run from such a confrontation or to abandon his closest (indeed, his only) friends, particularly at such a pass. The only remaining mystery had been how he had managed to immobilize the powerful Welferek; and when Veloc and Keera had approached the oak — Veloc to retrieve the Outrager’s short-sword, Keera to snatch the dagger from Welferek’s waist, along with a quiver of arrows from beneath his cloak — they had found their answer: two marauder knives had expertly pierced each of the Outrager’s muscular forearms just below the half-sleeves of his mail shirt, and then plunged deep into the tree. The first blade had been a particularly fine throw, catching Welferek’s outstretched sword arm against a stout lower limb of the tree; the second fixed his left arm to the tree’s trunk. Welferek had tried to wrench the knives free, but the movements had only caused the double-edged blades to cut further into his flesh and increase his bleeding; and so he had decided to wait, in order to discover the identity of his attacker.

Heldo-Bah now stands on the moss-covered ledge, soaked from head to foot in the waters of the Ayerzess-werten, which he tries to shake from himself like some unhappy animal. Keera and Veloc run toward him, Veloc ready with a friendly taunt:

“Heldo-Bah! As timely as ever, I see.”

Heldo-Bah keeps his third marauder knife ready, his eyes upon the form of the Outrager, who, from the mossy ledge, is a dark shadow within the larger shape of the oak. “You’re lucky I got here at all, philanderer,” he says. “I had to climb all round those damnable rocks.” He indicates his boots, which are strapped about his neck, and his trousers, the feet of which† are torn away. “With my feet bare, no less — look what it’s done to my trousers! There were spots where I had no more purchase than two toes’ worth.” He nods to the oak. “What do we know of him?”

“An Outrager, although that’s obvious,” replies Keera. “He claims to be someone called Welferek, Lord of the Woodland Knights.”

Heldo-Bah shows a delighted eye. “Welferek? He gave that name?”

“I could hardly dream it up, Heldo-Bah. Why? Do you know him? Great Moon, do you have an active feud with every Outrager?”

“No, no, Keera,” Heldo-Bah replies, with transparent disingenuousness. “We met once. That’s all.” He pulls on his boots, still furtive. “Our bags are still in the rocks — why don’t you ready them, and your brother’s bow, too, while Veloc and I glean what we can from this ‘woodland lord’?”

For an instant, Keera looks as though she will object; but a meaningful glance from her brother tells her that things may now occur in which she will wish to take no part — indeed, that she may not even want to witness. “This knight represents our only chance to determine what is happening in Okot, Keera,” Veloc says, taking care not to further alarm his sister. “He will tell us what he knows, that I promise you.”

Keera realizes that her brother is correct; and her concern for her family combines with this knowledge to overcome her usual repugnance at the bedeviling of any creature — even an Outrager. “Well, then,” she says hesitantly. “Work fast, Heldo-Bah — we’ve lost enough time here. And if he has nothing to tell us, do not bring divine wrath upon us by so tormenting him that he lies, simply to put a stop to it.”

“No, no, Keera,” Heldo-Bah answers quickly. “In his case, I’ll not need to go so far; nor will I require much time. As for tormenting him — past what I’ve already done — when have you known me to abuse my enemies? Although the Outragers never stop at such behavior.”

“I trust, then, that you will not let your hatred of them make you behave as despicably as do they.”

Keera gets a vague inclination of Heldo-Bah’s head in return, and remains uncertain of his true intent; but she does not press the issue, and sets off toward the crag, wishing to remain unaware of what may now take place under the oak, and deciding that the chore of organizing the foraging bags may take a little longer than usual. Even so, her ever-keen ears cannot but hear one final exchange between her brother and Heldo-Bah:

“We can’t kill him, Heldo-Bah,” Veloc says. “We’ve as good as slain a soldier of Broken already, this night — we can’t have Keera mixed up in murdering an Outrager, as well.”

For her brother’s consideration, Keera is grateful; yet she must confess that there is something in her heart that almost hopes Heldo-Bah will reply as he would on any other night — as, indeed, he does now:

“And who will know that it was we who killed him, Veloc, once the bastard’s body is in the Ayerzess-werten? No — you leave this matter to me. Whatever we must do to find out if Tayo and the children are safe, that we shall do.” And then, he moves merrily toward the oak, calling out in full voice: “Welferek! Imagine our meeting out here like this. But what’s happened to you — great Moon, man, you look like the Lord God of the Lumun-jani!”†

Keera is relieved by these statements, yet at the same instant feels even more anxious at the mere intimation that her family may be in danger. She moves faster toward the crag, and when she reaches it, she finds that the words of her companions have once again vanished into the thunder of the Ayerzess- werten: a fact for which she is grateful.

The next few minutes are difficult for Keera, although not in any physical sense: her responsibilities as the Bane’s finest tracker, along with the numerous foraging terms that she has been forced to undertake with her brother and Heldo-Bah, have made her as strong as almost any male member of the tribe. The retrieval of her party’s three deerskin sacks is a cumbersome affair, but one easily managed, and she almost effortlessly draws Veloc’s powerful bow, in order to sling it over her head and onto one shoulder. She replaces his uniquely well-made arrows in their quiver and straps it to her waist, after which, Keera is ready to begin the final stage of the homeward run; but she realizes that she must wait, and allow the process of questioning the Outrager to proceed as it was always fated to do, given Welferek’s arrogance, his apparent acquaintance with Heldo-Bah, and the latter’s fiery hatred of all Outragers.

The specific causes of that hatred are largely a mystery, to Keera, although she knows as much as anyone in the Bane tribe about Heldo-Bah: about his eternal dissatisfaction with and grumbling over all aspects of his existence, and about his powerful yen for violence. Both Keera and Veloc were born in Davon Wood, of parents whose own parents had been exiles; and they are therefore counted among the most respected of tribesmen, the “natural” or “native” Bane (for even a tribe of exiles must have its hierarchies). Heldo-Bah’s origins, by contrast, could scarcely be humbler, or more troubling, and it is his place in the scheme of Bane society, Keera knows, along with how he was relegated to that place, which holds the explanation for her friend’s eternal rage.

The secondary, or “fated,” class of Bane tribesmen is made up of those who were born in Broken, but exiled to Davon Wood and to presumed death because they were afflicted with what the Kafran priests term