He glanced back at his squad. Most likely it would be Stone-four, he thought. Fresh from the Stone training pen, he had yet to earn a fighting name. He had talent, though, as his apprentice name showed. He had finished fourth of fifty in the Pen rankings for that year. Three-swords ordered his companions to remain where they were, then carefully scouted further along the deer trail that led south through the trees. The ground was hard. Three-swords moved on. He heard the sound of water trickling over rocks and moved through the undergrowth towards it. Here the ground was softer, and between two bushes he saw hoofprints, and alongside the water the deep impression left by a boot.
Calling out to his soldiers, Three-swords waited for them to join him. ‘Maybe half a day, maybe less,’ he said, his golden gaze focusing on the boot-print. ‘Edges are drying out and crumbling.’ The hulking, round-shouldered Iron-arm ambled forward. Pulling his scabbard from the black sash around his thick waist, Iron-arm dropped to his knees then bent over, sniffing at the print. Closing his eyes, he screened out the scents of his three companions. A male fox had urinated in the bushes close by, the musky smell all but masking the delicate aroma left by the humans. Opening his eyes, he looked into the grim features of his captain, Three-swords. ‘One is very tired,’ he said. ‘The one with drying blood upon him. The other one – the Riaj-nor – is strong.’
‘He is not Riaj-nor,’ said Three-swords. ‘Their order has died out. I am told they now have pale imitations calling themselves Rajnee. They have gone soft in this world. It happens.’
‘Not to us,’ said Stone-four.
Three-swords looked at the powerfully built young warrior. ‘Until idiots start thinking that,’ he said. Stone-four gave a low growl. His shoulders hunched. Three-swords stepped in close to the angry Kriaz-nor. ‘You think you are ready to face me? You think you have the skill? Make the challenge, sheep turd! Make it – and I will take your head and eat your heart.’
For a moment it seemed that Stone-four would draw his sword. His hand hovered over the black hilt. Then he relaxed.
‘Wise,’ said Three-swords. ‘Now you might live long enough to earn a name.’
‘We should have them by nightfall,’ said Iron-arm. ‘If we push hard.’
‘Better to reach them at midnight,’ said Long-stride, the tallest of the quartet. His face was long and heavily bearded, his eyes deep-set, the pupils slitted. ‘They’ll be deep asleep.’
‘I’d sooner kill them in combat,’ said Stone-four.
‘That’s because you’re young,’ said Long-stride amiably. ‘They taste better if they die relaxed. Is that not so, Three-swords?’
‘Aye, it is true. Rage or fear stiffens the muscles. Don’t know why. Midnight it is. We shall rest here for an hour.’
Three-swords moved away and sat by the stream. The powerful Iron-arm joined him. ‘No sign of Striped-claw’s squad. They must be near as close as us.’
‘Maybe closer,’ said Three-swords, dipping his hand into the stream and scooping water to his thin mouth.
Iron-arm dropped his voice. ‘Then why agree to wait until midnight? You want Striped-claw to be first?’
Three-swords smiled. ‘I do not like Striped-claw. Too much cat in him. One of these days I’ll have to eat his heart. I’ll wager it will taste bad.’
‘So why allow him the glory of the kill?’
‘All the stories talk of the great skill of the Riaj-nor and the deadly spell-poisons of their blades. If Striped-claw overcomes such a blade, and takes the heart of the warrior who carries it, I will be disappointed. But I shall shrug and live with it.’
‘You don’t think that he will?’
Three-swords thought about the question. ‘Striped-claw – though a ferociously good swordsman – is foolhardy and reckless. It would neither surprise me nor break my heart to hear of him being cut down by a Riaj-nor.”
‘You said these warriors were but pale imitations,’ put in Iron-arm.
‘I said that is what I have been told. I prefer to withhold judgement until I have seen for myself.’
Three-swords pulled the two scabbards from his waist sash and laid them on the ground. Then he stretched out on his side and closed his eyes.
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