Author's Notes: 2,640 words. Yep.
The few days that
followed, before and even after Eremia was deemed healthy enough to walk around
the camp without supervision, were a blur.
Madeleine had been angry at Eremia for the latter's insomnia, but it
meant that Katerina was back to her cheery self; that brought the color back to
Eremia’s cheeks. Jonathan visited
frequently now, whether to start the fire, bring in fresh food, or just sit
with Eremia (talking was, with him, a brief event). His presence was always blissful, and he
added a drop of exciment to her boring schedule.
The land, in the
meantime, grew more arid the farther they headed south. Katerina had said that The Doves were not far
from the desert and would soon arrive at The Confederacy's border. This unnerved Eremia, as the border guards
were infamous for their defenses; she had read they were most of the reason
that the Confederacy had not been challenged by a foreign power for almost a
century. Katerina had said they were strict
about those coming in - those leaving were usually ignored. The worry didn't dissipate, though.
One morning, when the
skies were cloudy and grim, Yorew had arrived instead when she sent out a
soldier to fetch Jonathan. The old
servant said Jonathan was with a hunting party.
"You summoned
me?" Yorew asked, poking at the ashes of the fire with a stick. A few embers jumped out and vanished in the
breeze.
Eremia ate porridge from
a bowl as she sat, criss-crossed and wrapped in a blanket. She watched the ashes intensely. "Yes," she said at last, eyebrows
furrowed. "I would like your
help."
"And put the
charming young man out of a job?" said Yorew, as neutrally as possible.
Blushing, Eremia set the
bowl down between her and the fire.
"Hardly," she said, straining to sound sarcastic and
roll her eyes. "I would like to do
something more than read. Are there any
towns nearby?"
Yorew pointed towards a
black speck in the distance, past the green-brown flatlands. "What do you
want from such a town?"
"A trainer,"
replied Eremia, picking up the bowl and standing up, staring him in his sunken
eyes. "I want to know how to use a
sword."
"I-" began
Yorew, setting aside the stick and sounding almost indignant.
"You have been
busy," said Eremia just as quickly, gaze softening. "I would like someone more available
than you and the others here. And I
cannot stand walking around here for much longer, as everything is the
same."
"That doesn’t sound-"
Yorew said, breathing in deeply.
"-As you will. Will you
bring anyone else with you?"
Eremia thought for a
moment, then looked around and waved towards someone in the distance. As that person began to run from the
background, Eremia turned to Yorew and nodded.
"Katerina, of course."
Katerina arrived in her
usual fashion - embracing Eremia and nearly toppling her, knocking the bowl
from Eremia's hands and sending it flying into a flustered Yorew's grasp. "What do you have in mind today?"
asked Katerina, pushing back to look at Eremia.
The latter pointed off
towards the distance, while Katerina turned her head to follow the motion and squint
into the distance. "I should like
to head to the town and find a trainer."
Katerina looked back and
frowned. "That might be hard. I'm not sure if Madeleine would let you
leave. And Alarick-"
"Well, this
is for my education," said Eremia.
"What are they going to do?
There are no prisons here, and confining me to a wagon would not be a
new punishment." She smiled craftily.
They let go of each
other, and Katerina steepled her clawed fingers. "And you've been in one place for so
long that they'll hardly think you'll just up and leave. Still, I guess the Doves' spies will figure
it out, so we'd better not attract attention to ourselves. Do you have to bring him?" She pointed to Yorew. "He sticks out like a sore thumb."
"We need defenses,
correct?" said Eremia, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, yeah, that'll
be fine," said Katerina, waving off the thought. "I'm sure I can find something for
him."
Katerina disappeared
without another word, leaving Eremia to wait.
Eremia was impatient, as this was to be the first time that she would
leave the camp in however many days, and she was interested to see if the
culture of Walenty was any different from her home's. She was not pleased when Katerina returned
carrying two large, black cloaks, nor did Eremia like Katerina's reasoning that
they could pretend Eremia and Yorew were ill.
Nevertheless, Eremia wanted badly to leave, so she slipped one of them
on, helped Yorew fit into his (it was a few sizes short for him), and let
Katerina talk the guards at the edge of camp into enough of a state of boredom
to allow them to pass.
A faint wind blew from
the south. Eremia was happy that she had
her cloak, as the traces of desert sand carried by the breeze buffeted against
her. Katerina was unbothered by it, skipping
along happily. Both kept a few paces
behind Yorew, whose long strides would've cast wide shadows over the earth if
the clouds weren't around. They carried
on in silence. Eremia swam through the
depths of her mind, faint worries rushing through her thoughts. Walenty was the best place for axemen, and
she wasn't about to handle something so big and unwieldy. Their disguises looked stupid - maybe the
townsfolk would only focus on them more.
She hadn't even come up with a good comeback against Yorew.
Actually, she did have
one. "And where might your love be,
Yorew?"
"We've treated the
patients from that little spat," he said calmly. "She doesn't need me much now."
"Naturally,"
said Eremia. "You might have put
her out of a job."
"Now, there'll
always be a need for healers. The more,
the better." Yorew began to walk
faster.
Eremia wiped some sweat
from her brow as she tried to catch up.
"Is something amiss?"
"Not at all. She merely doesn't need my help."
He went silent and gave
the unsubtle impression that he wasn't going to be talking anymore. Eremia whispered in Katerina's ear, "Do
you know?"
Katerina thought for a
few seconds. "Ceinen's always taken
a liking for her. She helped nurse him
back to health after he joined us."
Eremia scowled. "The deer who worships false gods? Is that his competition?"
A big gust of wind caused
Eremia's cloak to billow, briefly masking Katerina from view. "Well, I don't know if Madeleine likes
him back. That's the complicated
part."
Throwing her hands up,
Eremia groaned. "Ceinen may be
threatening him, then? Why should that
bother Yorew?"
Shrugging, Katerina said,
"I don't know. Isn’t he your
servant or something?"
As Yorew moved ever
faster, Katerina and Eremia started jogging.
Eremia tapped her chin. "Ceinen
was gross when I met him, and Yorew has always been a prude. Not as though we talk much."
"Why not?" said
Katerina, voice cutting through the mild wind.
"He's usually with you, and you seem pretty close."
"Yorew has been
quiet. He only answers questions, and in
few words." Eremia panted, and her
steps became more uncertain.
Katerina laughed. "Like Jonathan, then?"
Hesitating, Eremia
thought out a response between her short breaths. "No," she said slowly,
"Jonathan is more liable to give advice.
Why should that matter, anyhow?"
"Just that you don't
seem to like quiet people – I mean, you like me - and they’re both
locked doors about feelings."
"However-" said
Eremia, before she looked behind her and realized that she'd shot ahead of both
Yorew and Katerina. Stopping, she turned
around and saw the village spread out in front of her.
It was, to put it simply,
small. The main street was mostly
abandoned, a dirt road passing from and to nowhere. A tavern/inn, a blacksmith's shop, and a
general store were on one side of the road, and a few houses, each with
chimneys, graced the other. Homes
littered the countryside in the distance; Eremia thought she could see farmers
plowing the land. The place seemed
desolate, and she thought it amazing that anyone could grow anything here.
"May as well start
looking," said Yorew, walking forward.
Eremia bent over and tried to catch her breath as Yorew and Katerina
went past. As she watched, the two
walked towards the two-story, windowed, dull-colored tavern. Yorew said something in hushed tones to
Katerina. Katerina nodded, and Yorew
pushed open the door of the tavern. He
vanished from sight, the faint candlelight of the tavern’s insides peeking
through the cracks of the door.
"What - did he ask
you?" Eremia said, as Katerina ran back.
"Only that he'd see
if anyone was there. If he found
somebody, he could tell them that we’re looking for a swordsman."
Eremia pulled herself
back to her full height, waving the hair from her eyes. "Why not let you join him?"
Katerina suddenly seemed
shy. "You didn't look too well, and
he wanted someone to keep an eye on you."
"Fine," replied
Eremia. She looked around at the
"town," and quickly came to the realization that many of the homes,
and even the buildings, seemed to be made of adobe. There were hardly any trees in the area - she
guessed the residents had had to do with what they had. The houses were pitiful, composed of blocks
stacked together in odd angles, several tilted to one side and with pieces
falling out. Not another person, beyond
Katerina, was in sight. Smoke emanated
from one or two chimneys, but Eremia wasn't in the mood to know what they were
burning. She could already smell
it. Katerina's fending off an expression
of disgust said she’d come to the same conclusion.
A man shoved open the
door of the tavern and sprinted down the road, a bronze coin falling out of his
coat. The door, knocked off its hinges,
lay on the ground. Yorew arrived shortly
to lift the door, put it back in place, and pick up the coin from its resting
place. He returned to the tavern.
"Is this
normal?" Eremia asked, raising an eyebrow as she put a hand over her eyes
and squinted at the horizon, watching the fleeing man.
Katerina shrugged
again. "Walenty's not a happy
country, that's for sure. The King lives off in his palace, but he cares more
about burning Wyandanch than helping farmers.
I know there's groups of nomads that come in from the south sometimes
and raid. There's also-"
"Raid?"
"Yeah, they're from
the desert. Guess there's more food here
than over there. They like to pick on
the herders." Katerina watched with
Eremia, smiling as the man disappeared behind a distant house.
"I find it hard to
believe the herders were doing well in the first place, if these are the
farmers," said Eremia, gesturing to the huts.
Yorew carefully pushed
open the door and walked outside.
"It doesn't seem like it, but at least they don't have to sleep in
a house of mud." Katerina noticed
Yorew first, turning around and waving to him.
"Any luck?"
"Someone lives off
to the east," Yorew said, pointing towards a distant shack, not far from
where the fleeing man had hidden.
"He's shy, doesn't visit the town much. The owner also said he's handy with a sword
and he works odd jobs for whoever has the money."
"Well then!"
said Katerina, starting off on a brisk pace.
"He sounds good enough.
Let's meet him!"
Yorew nodded in agreement
and followed, quickly regaining the lead.
Eremia came last, jogging to catch up with Katerina.
“What did you do to that guy?” Katerina said as the group left
the boundaries of the town, briefly running up to Yorew to ask the question.
“He was being a nuisance,” Yorew said, “so I dealt with the problem.”
Satisfied with the answer, Katerina stopped and waited for Eremia to
trudge past. “What does he mean by
that?” Katerina asked, whispering into Eremia’s ear while staring at Yorew in
intense curiosity.
Eremia glowered at Yorew – she was getting tired of how impassive and
deflective he was. “Perhaps he just
frowned at the man. I have seen
Yorew throw people in his yearly analysis, but he does not like to use his
strength.”
“Yearly analysis?” Katerina stopped and reached down to pick up a
small blue flower. She examined it
eagerly as she caught up, slipping it into the fur by her ear.
“He looks after royalty. As old
as he is, it never hurts to check.”
Eremia though she could see Yorew tense up when she said “old,” but it
was hard to gauge his reactions.
“How old?” said Katerina, smiling bemusedly; she had seen what Eremia
had.
Eremia shrugged, grinning. “Not
a clue. One hundred years, perhaps.”
Yorew briefly coughed, then pointed to a speck in the distance,
growing closer. The girls silenced, and
Eremia frowned as she tried to walk a little faster to keep up with Yorew. As the figure approached, taking wide steps,
Eremia realized it wasn’t the man they had seen before. It didn’t appear to be a man at all, but a
bipedal, brown hawk. The hawk looked
tall and graceful, dressed in a black tunic adorned with a blue sash. Peeking over its back was the scabbard of a
large sword. Beads jumped on the side of
his head as it spotted them and walked faster.
Yorew slowed and stopped, crossing his arms; Eremia realized he was
tensing up.
“Morning!” it hailed in a masculine, deep voice as it stopped beside
them. His large wings spread out as he
bowed, feathers waving in a faint wind.
Yorew bowed in response. “It
is.”
The hawk opened his beak in a smile, showing plenty of sharp white
teeth. He closed it quickly and resumed
a grim expression, his piercing stare utterly ineffective against Yorew. “Were you the man that frightened that poor
bastard I passed?”
Eremia and Katerina exchanged nervous glances. “He was making his leave when I caught him,”
said Yorew. “The man dropped a sack of
money and sprinted out the door on my command.”
The hawk threw his head up, laughing.
“That thief!” he shouted, nearly knocking into Yorew in the wide sweep
of his wings. “I always knew that he’d
run into trouble. Well done!” He bowed again, after controlling the mirth
that shook his feathers. “Might I ask
who you are, to scare him off like that?”
Unsubtly, eyes narrowed, Eremia moved behind Katerina, peeking behind
Katerina’s head to see the lofty stranger.
Yorew made no effort to respond, so Katerina took initiative. “Hello!” she said, bowing deeply
herself. “This man here would be Yorew”
– she gestured to him – “I’m Katerina, and she’s – well, shy.” Katerina stepped out of the way and stretched
her hand to Eremia, who remained glowering.
“Shy? What an odd name,”
remarked the hawk without any hint of sarcasm.
“My own is Iasquam.”
“-How do you pronounce that?” Katerina replied, smiling uncertainly.
“E-s-kawm,” the hawk said, emphasizing each syllable. “It means ‘Sunset Cloud’ in the Old
Language. As a fox, wouldn’t you know
that?”
Katerina looked embarrassed.
“Well, there are a lot of old languages,” she said, laughing
nervously.
Yorew intervened, causing Katerina to breathe a sigh of relief. “I believe you are who we’ve been looking
for. Are you the mercenary?”
To Eremia’s surprise, Iasquam’s expression grew sadder, and he looked
down momentarily. “Perhaps we’d better
talk of this in my home. It’s not far
from here.” He turned around, not
waiting for a response, and stepped forward briskly. Yorew stood still, watching Iasquam for a few
seconds, and then turned to face Eremia, eyebrow raised. She nodded, and they followed the hawk.
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