Chronicles of Ancient Darkness Part 85

Hearing Wolf's voice lightened Torak's spirits. Wolf didn't seem to mind his tattoo. Nor did the Forest. It knew, but it hadn't cast him out.

The jay flew up, scattering droplets, and for a moment, Torak followed its flight. Then he pushed himself off the tree and began to run. He left the thicket and Aki head-b.u.t.ted him in the chest and sent him sprawling.

The Boar Clan boy was almost unrecognisable. His reddened eyes glared from a skull that was black and slimy with pitch, and he stank of pine-blood and rage. 'You made a fool of me!' he shouted. 'In front of everyone, you made a fool of me!'

Struggling to his feet, Torak scrambled backwards. 'I didn't do it on purpose! I didn't know you were there!'

'Liar!' Aki swung his axe at Torak's shins.

Torak jumped out of the way, then side-stepped and kicked Aki's axe-hand. Aki dropped the axe. He drew his knife. Torak drew his too, and they circled one another.

Torak's heart hammered against his ribs as he tried to remember every fighting trick Fa and Fin-Kedinn had taught him.

Without warning, Aki lunged. He mistimed it by a heartbeat. Torak kicked him in the belly, then punched him hard in the throat. Choking, Aki went down, grabbing at Torak's jerkin. The throat-lacing ripped and Aki saw it. The mark on Torak's chest.

Time stretched.

Aki released him and staggered back.

Torak's legs wouldn't move.

Aki glanced from the mark to Torak's face. Beneath the pine-pitch, his features were blank with shock.

He recovered fast. He pointed one finger at Torak, aiming straight between the eyes. He made a sideways cut of the hand: a sign Torak had never seen before.

Then he turned and ran.

Aki must have regained his dugout and paddled faster than a leaping salmon, because when Torak finally reached the Raven camp by mid-afternoon, the Boar Clan boy had got there first. Torak knew at once from the stillness of the Ravens as he ran into the clearing.

The only sounds were the creak of the drying racks and the murmur of the river. Thull and his mate Luta, whose shelter Torak shared, stared at him as if he were a stranger. Only their son Dari, seven summers old and Torak's devoted follower, rushed to greet him. He was yanked back by his father.

Renn burst from a reindeer-hide shelter, her dark-red hair flying, her face flushed with indignation. 'Torak, at last! It's all a mistake! I've told them it isn't true!'

Behind her, Aki emerged with his father, the Boar Clan Leader, and Fin-Kedinn. The Raven Leader's face was grim, and he leaned on his staff as he crossed the clearing; but when he spoke it was in the same quiet voice as always. 'I've vouched for you, Torak. I've told them this can't be so.'

They had such such faith in him. He couldn't bear it.

The Boar Clan Leader glared at Fin-Kedinn. 'Are you calling my son a liar?' He was a bigger version of Aki: the same square face and ready fists.

'Not a liar,' replied Fin-Kedinn. 'Simply mistaken.'

The Boar Clan Leader bridled.

'I've told you,' said Fin-Kedinn, 'the boy is no Soul-Eater. And he can prove it. Torak, take off your jerkin.'

'What?' Renn turned on her uncle. 'But you can't even think '

Fin-Kedinn silenced her with a glance. Then to Torak, 'Quickly now, let's clear this up.'

Torak looked at the faces around him. These people had taken him in when his father was killed. He'd lived with them for nearly two summers. They had begun to accept him. Now he was going to end that.

Slowly he took off his quiver and bow and laid them on the ground. He untied his belt. There was a ringing in his ears. His fingers belonged to someone else.

He said a prayer to the Forest and pulled his jerkin over his head.

Renn's mouth opened, but no sound came.

Fin-Kedinn's hand tightened on his staff.

'I told you,' cried Aki. 'The three-p.r.o.nged fork, I told you! He's a Soul-Eater!'

TWO.

Why didn't you tell me?' said Fin-Kedinn in the voice that made grown men blench.

'I wanted to,' said Torak. 'But I . . . '

'But you what?'

Torak hung his head.

They were alone in the clearing. The Boar Clan Leader and his son had left to gather their people, and messengers had been sent to clans camped within reach. Fin-Kedinn who'd been sc.r.a.ping a reindeer skin before Aki burst in had returned to his work: a sign to the others to get on with theirs and leave Torak to him. Some had gone hunting, or to spear fish upriver. There was no sign of Renn.

The Raven camp was eerily calm. Torak saw a deerhide canoe drawn up on the bank; a wovenbark net draped over a juniper bush. Around him the birch trees were a brilliant green, the undergrowth bright with blue anemones, yellow celandine and silver fish-scales. Nothing to show that a storm had broken over his head.

He watched Fin-Kedinn fling the hide over a log and stretch it taut. The veins on the Raven Leader's forearms bulged, and his movements usually so measured were savage. 'If you'd told me. We could have found a way.'

'I thought I could get rid of it without you knowing.' Torak realized how that sounded: covering one lie with another.

Fin-Kedinn took a deer's rib-bone and started sc.r.a.ping fat from the hide with short, vicious strokes. 'You brought that evil mark into my clan.'

'I didn't mean to! Fin-Kedinn, you've got to believe me! I tried to fight, but they were too many!'

The Raven Leader flung down the sc.r.a.per. 'But you sought them out! You got too close!'

'I had to! They'd taken Wolf!'

'Ah, there's always a reason!' The force of his anger made Torak step back. 'You're just like your father! I warned him not to join them, but he wouldn't listen. He said they meant to do good, he went on calling them the Healers even after they'd turned evil.' He broke off. 'In the end it killed him. And it killed your mother.'

Torak saw the deep lines at the sides of his mouth, the pain in the fierce blue eyes. This was his fault. He had hurt this man whom he'd come to love.

The Raven Leader went back to work. Torak smelt the stink of dead reindeer, and watched the b.l.o.o.d.y fat bubbling over the edge of the rib-bone. He pictured a knife slicing into his own flesh to rid it of the Soul-Eater tattoo. 'I'll cut it out,' he said. 'Renn says there's a rite.'

'Which can only be done when the moon is full. We're in the moon's dark. You've run out of time.'

A gust of wind brought the smell of rain, and Torak shivered. 'Fin-Kedinn. I'm not a Soul-Eater. You know this.'

The sc.r.a.per stilled. 'But how will you prove it?' He met Torak's eyes, and his own were filled with a sorrow that was even more frightening than his anger. 'Don't you understand, Torak? It doesn't matter what I believe. It's everyone else you've got to convince. This is out of my hands. Only your own clan can vouch for you now.'

Torak's heart sank. He was Wolf Clan, but his father had kept him apart from them, and he'd never even seen the rest of his clan. Few had. The Wolf Clan had been deeply ashamed when its Mage Torak's father turned Soul-Eater. Since then, it had stayed hidden, becoming as shadowy and elusive as its clan-creature.

Torak touched the tattered sc.r.a.p of wolf fur sewn to his jerkin. Fa had prepared it for him, so it was precious. It was also his only link with his clan. 'How do I find them?' he said.

'You don't,' said Fin-Kedinn. 'Not if they don't want to be found.'

'But what if they don't come? If they don't vouch for me '

'Then I'll have no choice. I'll have to obey clan law and cast you out.'

The wind strengthened, and the birch trees lifted their branches as if Torak was already outcast, and they feared to touch him.

'Do you understand what it means,' said Fin-Kedinn, 'to be outcast?'

Torak shook his head.

'It means you would be as one dead. Cut off from everyone. Hunted like prey. No-one could help you. Not me. Not Renn. We couldn't talk to you, give you food. If we did, we'd be outcast too. If we saw you in the Forest, we'd have to kill you.'

Torak went cold. 'But I didn't do anything!'

'It's the law,' said Fin-Kedinn. 'Many winters ago, after the great fire which scattered the Soul-Eaters, the clan elders made this law to stop them coming back. To stop others joining them.'

The first spots of rain pattered onto the reindeer hide. 'Go to your shelter,' said the Raven Leader without looking up.

'But Fin-Kedinn '

'Go. The clans will gather. The elders will decide.'

Torak swallowed. 'What about Thull and Luta and Dari? It's their shelter too.'

'They'll build another. From now on, don't talk to anyone. Stay in the shelter. Wait for the clans to decide.'

'How long will that be?'

'As long as it takes. And Torak . . . Don't try to escape. You'll only make it worse.'

Torak stared at him. 'How could it be worse?'

'It can always get worse,' said the Raven Leader.

Torak learned the truth of that two days later, when Renn finally came to see him.

Until then, he hadn't caught a glimpse of her. His shelter faced away from camp, so he couldn't see much except by peering through gaps in the hides, or when he went to the midden. The rest of the time he sat and watched the small fire before the opening, and listened to the clans gather.

Late on the second day, Renn stalked up to the shelter. Her face was pale, the blue-black bars of her clan-tattoos livid on her cheekbones. 'You should have told me,' she said stonily.

'I know.'

'You should've told me!' She kicked the doorpost, and the shelter shook.

'I thought I could get rid of it in secret.'

Squatting by the fire, she glowered at the embers. 'You lied to me for two whole moons. And don't tell me that keeping silent isn't lying, because it is!'

'I know. I'm sorry.'

She didn't reply. Over the winter, she'd developed a tiny freckle at the corner of her mouth, and he'd teased her, asking if it was a birch seed and why didn't she wipe it off. He couldn't imagine teasing her now. He'd never felt so bad.

'Renn,' he said. 'You've got to believe me. I'm not a Soul-Eater. '

'Well of course you're not!'

He drew a breath. 'So can you forgive me?'

She picked at a scab on her elbow. Then she gave a curt nod.

Relief flooded through him. 'I didn't think you would.' She went on picking at the scab. 'We've all got secrets, Torak.'

'Not like this.'

'No,' she said in an odd voice. 'Not like this.'

Then she surprised him by asking which of the Soul-Eaters had put the mark on his chest.

' It was Seshru. Why?'

She ripped off the scab and dug her fingernail into the rawness underneath. 'Where were the others?'

He swallowed. 'Thiazzi held me down. The Bat Mage watched. Eostra . . . ' He shuddered as he recalled the ghastly wooden mask of the Eagle Owl Mage. 'I didn't see her. But there was an owl, watching from an ice hill . . . '

Suddenly he was back in the freezing dark of the Far North. He felt the powerful grip of the Oak Mage. He saw the hunched bulk of the Bat Mage standing guard, and caught the orange glare of the greatest of owls. Then Seshru the Viper Mage was blotting out the stars, and he was staring up into eyes the deep blue of the sky before middle-night. He watched her perfect mouth p.r.o.nouncing his fate as she drove the bone needle again and again into his skin and smeared him with the blood of murdered hunters. This mark will be like the harpoon head beneath the skin of the seal. One twitch and it will draw you . . .

'Torak?' said Renn.

He was back in the shelter.

'What are you going to do?'

'What I should have done in the beginning. I'm going to cut it out. Tell me how to do the rite.'

'No,' she said without hesitation.