Hunters Unlucky Part 10

Pathar didn't answer. Instead, he bent his head and hissed in Storm's ear. "Do not make me sorry for spending so much time on you, Storm! What were you thinking, drawing attention to yourself like that? By all the ghosts of all our ancestors, we'll be lucky if he doesn't ask about you!"

Storm was bewildered and humiliated. Nearby ferryshaft were giving them a wide berth. Storm knew that they thought he was being berated for inserting himself among the herd leaders. But that wasn't what Pathar was saying.

"That black creasia...?"

"His name is Arcove. He's their king. You do not want him taking an interest in you."

"But why would he...?"

"Because of your color." Still talking softly, but with a furious expression, Pathar said, "Now, we are going to pretend that this fight ended our friends.h.i.+p. Ferryshaft know that I taught you. They link us, and that is unhealthy. We will not be seen together in public on friendly terms again. However, you may come to me at night or alone, and I will try to help. I am doing this to protect you, Storm."

Storm did not have to pretend to be hurt. Pathar snarled loudly, probably for the benefit of those watching, and turned away. Storm resisted the urge to call after him, to denounce him as a hypocrite and a coward. You probably go to those "conferences" every year. Where else would Arcove ask about me? What do you talk to him about, Pathar? Do you decide how many of us will get slaughtered?

But he kept quiet. He wanted to believe that his old teacher cared about him and really was trying to protect him.

To get his mind off it, Storm went to get a better look at the stone with the strange marking, now that the eastern end of the cave was free of creasia. He soon realized that the creasia side was substantially larger. It also included an area where bats nested, and a colony of rock rats that appeared to live on the insects attracted by the bats' dung. These things const.i.tuted a food source, which was absent from the ferryshaft side of the cave.

However, Storm did not think this had always been the case. From either side of the marked stone, he found a deep line gauged in the cave floor from front to back. It disappeared over places that were too rocky or uneven, but picked up again on the far side. The line ran through the bat colony.

This is the true boundary, thought Storm. This line splits the cave evenly-fairly. He was still thinking about the implications the next morning, when the ferryshaft herd finally left the cave.

Chapter 20. Ambition.

Callaris's new ru was called Valla-a dainty, cream-colored foal, small for her age, and timid. By the time the river froze, the clique had added another new member, as well-a big yearling male named Tarsis-orphaned in the first creasia raid. The clique actually turned away another, smaller male, who tried to join about the same time. Mylo thinks he can afford to be picky, thought Storm.

Maybe he did, or maybe he just didn't think they could support another light-weight. Two rues were a lot for an orphan clique to defend, and Valla did not bring down her share of prey.

Storm thought that Tarsis might be scheming to take over the clique after Mylo moved on. He was smart enough, and he could fight. However, he wasn't too ambitious to be patient. Mylo would be four years old in spring. Some ferryshaft took a mate at four, but Mylo did not have the looks to attract an independent mate, and Tollee was not old enough. More likely, Mylo would stay with the clique until he was five and better able to defend a ru on his own. At that point, Tarsis might be big enough to consider fighting Callaris for control of the clique.

At least, that was what Storm, Tracer, and Leep thought would happen. "And then there's us," said Leep with a thump of tail, "the solid middle. Big enough to matter, not big enough to rule. Or probably to mate, either."

Tracer snorted. "You could have a mate this spring if you wanted."

Leep had been spending excessive amounts of time flirting with various female cliques. He was getting less embarra.s.sed about it. "You think so? At three? I couldn't father a foal...could I?"

"I think there are a few who'd let you try," snickered Tracer.

"Oh, well, you're one to talk-you and that b.u.t.terfly-eyed...what's her name?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Tracer sweetly. He had, indeed, been making eyes at a young adult female who'd lost her mate last year. She was not high-ranking or particularly pretty, but she laughed whenever Tracer tried to be funny, and she just happened to be on the edges of her clique whenever he came around.

"Well, alright, her name is Mia," said Tracer. He glanced at Storm. "And if I can find an interested female, anyone can."

Storm did not rise to the bait. He was looking up at the cliff from where they lay in the lee of a boulder.

Tracer nudged him. "Oh, come on, you don't even try."

Storm smiled. "I'm only a yearling."

"You'll be two this spring. Foals like us have to start early-"

"I'm not like you," said Storm. "I'm a runt." He still stood a head shorter than any ferryshaft his own age.

Tracer squirmed. "That doesn't mean-"

"They talk about your fur," put in Leep. "They notice you, believe me."

Storm snorted. "They notice me. That doesn't mean they want to mate with me."

"They're curious," persisted Leep. "Rumors still go around about how Kelsy couldn't catch you. All you'd have to do-"

"I'm not going to flirt with the female cliques until someone deigns to notice me," said Storm. "I'm going to fight Mylo for Tollee."

A moment of perfect silence greeted this announcement. Then Tracer and Leep both spoke at once.

"Oh, Storm, no!"

"Bad idea!"

"What did you just say about being a runt?"

"If you win a ru in a fight, she has to choose you afterward," said Tracer. "You don't have the right to claim her the way a rogan does who has supported her all winter. Even if you manage to beat Mylo...she could just walk away!"

"Then she'll walk away," said Storm, still staring at the cliff.

"You won't beat Mylo," said Leep. "Storm, tell me you're not about to do this tomorrow."

Storm finally looked at him. "Of course not. Next year, maybe."

"Good. Then there's time to talk you out of it."

"Yes," said Storm, "but you won't. Instead, maybe you should help me learn to fight." He'd been working on his plan since the start of winter. Storm could tell he was filling out, putting on muscle, gaining better coordination. When he skated this year, he rivaled the three and four-year-olds for agility. He took long runs in the winter twilight, pus.h.i.+ng himself for speed, building muscle that would put power behind his kicks.

He'd found the sheep trails again, too. Slowly and methodically, he'd begun to learn some of the ones near the winter feeding grounds. He chose his favorites and memorized every leaf-thin ledge, every drop and gap. Out on the windy cliff face, Storm's small size and light weight were an a.s.set. He was becoming bolder. He searched for the trails that led to caves. Sometimes he left prey there. He would return for it days later and find it frozen, still fresh and undisturbed. I can help feed a foal, and I can protect a mate. I might do it differently than others, but I am capable.

Except the mate he wanted was Tollee, and to win her, he would have to fight-and probably kill-his clique leader. Storm did not dislike Mylo. He didn't think Tollee disliked him, either. But she doesn't want to be his mate. She feels trapped. He saw it in her eyes every time someone mentioned the coming spring-one season closer to fulfilling the bargain she'd made for protection.

"Just wait for her," Leep told him reasonably. "She's only obligated to stay with Mylo for the number of years he was her rogan. That would be..."

"Four," said Storm flatly. Ordinarily, mating relations.h.i.+ps were renegotiated on a yearly basis. They usually lasted for several years, occasionally a lifetime. However, the rules for rogans and rues were different.

"So four," said Leep, as though that were not longer than any of them had been alive. "And probably less. Sometimes the rogans break up those long partners.h.i.+ps after a couple of years. If Mylo sires big, healthy foals or fights his way up the hierarchy, the other females will take an interest. Anything could happen in four years!"

Storm shook his head. "You don't understand." Tollee saved my life from those curbs. Now I'm going to save hers. I'm going to give her back her freedom. She can do whatever she wants with it. He was by no means certain that she would want him, although he tried not to think about that. To Leep and Tracer, he said, "Why don't you just show me how to fight?"

They tried. To their credit, they tried hard, but Storm soon realized that neither of them were very good at it. There was a reason that Tracer and Leep were not contending for the top positions in their clique.

In desperation, Storm finally went to Tollee and explained, awkwardly, that he'd like to learn to fight. She gave him a strange look, but she didn't ask why. As the winter wound down, he spent long afternoons with her, ducking and dodging, and trying to flip her over.

"You're quick," Tollee told him. "So very quick, Storm, but you'll lose in the real thing unless you fight dirty. You don't have any weight behind your attacks."

"What do you mean by dirty?" Storm asked.

Tollee shrugged. "Hamstring your opponent. Open an artery and just keep dancing away until he bleeds out. Slash at the forehead so that he has blood in his eyes and can't see what he's doing. Or...you know...back him off a cliff...or over weak ice."

Storm frowned. Ferryshaft didn't usually fight like that. They did not fight to kill. There was always the chance that an opponent would simply surrender. "Did you do that to any of the males who hara.s.sed you?" He'd wanted to ask before, but never dared. She would have been less than a year old. Could she have managed to kill another ferryshaft?

Tollee looked away.

"You don't have to answer," said Storm quickly, but she interrupted him.

"One. I thought about a lot of ways to do it, but I only killed one."

Storm wanted to go to her and nuzzle her cheek, but he didn't think she'd like that.

Tollee kicked at a rock. "I went to Mylo right afterward. I didn't think I could do it again."

Her eyes met Storm's and he stared back wordlessly. He wondered whether she'd guessed what he was practicing for. He wondered whether she would tell him not to do it. She could fight Mylo better than I could, thought Storm. But she won't.

The herd might punish a ru who attacked her rogan, but Storm wasn't sure that was why Tollee wouldn't do it.

Maybe Mylo will yield. Maybe he doesn't really want Tollee. Maybe I won't have to kill him.

"Storm," said Tollee, "don't do anything stupid."

"I won't."

Chapter 21. Riddle of an Island.

So-fet foaled that spring. Dover would not let Storm enter the cave at first-behavior that Storm found infuriating. Storm believed that Dover still harbored a secret suspicion that he took food from So-fet when Dover was not looking.

So-fet called, "Storm, is that you?" and he brushed past Dover into the cave. She was standing at the back. A tiny head peered from around her legs. So-fet gave a tired smile. "Meet your sister, Storm."

Storm sidled nearer and lowered his head to sniff. The newborn foal looked up with big, inquiring eyes and chirped at him. Storm loved her at once. "She's so small..." he whispered.

So-fet laughed. "You were smaller."

Storm gave the baby a playful lick on the nose. "What's her name?"

"Sauny."

"It's a good name." The foal was mouse-brown-not an unusual color. But as Storm gazed into her bright eyes, he noticed that they were as gray as his own.

Sauny grew quickly. Soon she was sniffing among the rocks, never venturing more than a few lengths from her mother. Storm visited them often. He renewed his habit of bringing small gifts of rare food, which seemed to appease Dover. Sauny adored her brother. One of her first half-p.r.o.nounced words was "Sorm."

Storm's summer coat came in even paler than last year's. He was the color of smudged snow, almost white in places. What must you think of my fur now, Pathar? He thought of Pathar's ancient, graying muzzle. We're almost the same color! Storm had not spoken to his old teacher since the scene in the cave. He knew he might have sought him out at night among the rocks, but he didn't. He was tempted, as he tried to learn to fight, but something held him back-a bitterness that lodged in his throat and made it hard to talk. If Pathar is ashamed to be seen speaking to me, perhaps it's better that we not speak.

When they crossed the fields to Chelby Lake, Storm slowed his pace to match Sauny's. He was prepared to join So-fet and Dover in protecting her if they needed to spend a dangerous night alone upon the open plain. However, Sauny made the walk a little ahead of most of the other newborns. She was bright and alert early the next morning. "Look, Storm, look! Big trees!"

Dover groaned, and So-fet yawned. Storm got up. "Can I take her for a walk in Chelby Wood? We won't go far."

"Please," muttered Dover.

When the foal entered the trees, she was speechless with wonder. Seeing her here for the first time reminded Storm of his own first visit to Chelby Wood-one of his earliest memories. The scent of loamy earth, the play of dappled shadows, the sounds of birds, and the noises of squirrels among the leaves-it was all new again.

Finally, they reached the lake-cool and still in the late morning sunlight. Sauny let out a gasp of pleasure. "Storm! What is it?"

"That's Chelby Lake, Sauny. Soon I'll teach you to swim in it."

The baby gave an unintelligible reply and ambled down to the water, where she amused herself by wading on the edges and watching the minnows dart away. "What are they?! What are they?!" She squealed in excitement as she chased the flitting forms, trying to catch them in her mouth.

Storm laughed. "They're fish. Sometimes, if you sit very still, you can catch one of the big ones."

Sauny vowed to try, but she couldn't achieve more than an instant of stillness before leaping after the minnows again, squealing and splas.h.i.+ng. At last, she grew tired and came over to sit with Storm on the bank. "What's that?"

Storm followed her gaze over the water. "Oh. That's Kuwee Island."

Sauny tottered up again. "Let's go there!"