Sellsword- the Amoral Hero by Logan Jacobs

Author:Logan Jacobs [Jacobs, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

It took us a while after that to figure out our whereabouts. Theo and I argued about which trees we did or didn’t recognize and remember having passed, when I was on foot tied behind him. We both made mistakes. We ended up going in circles. It began to grow dark, and I started to worry that we were well and truly lost, and just as likely to end up running into the same tribe again as we were to find our way back onto the path from Bluegarden to Fairhollow that had been mapped out for us. It was evident that the sorceress’ “enhancement” of my abilities hadn’t included an enhancement of my navigation skills.

But then, finally, we came across the exact tree where we had taken shelter and fallen asleep the night before, only to be awakened by hostile Savajuns.

“I’d know that damn tree anywhere,” I gasped out with relief.

“So would I, my friend,” Theo muttered bitterly. “So would I.”

Better yet, the saddlebags that the Savajuns had lifted off Theo’s back and left there beneath the tree were still there, and the contents did not seem to have been reduced, so guessed no one else had come that way since. I got off and replaced the saddlebags on Theo’s back.

By then it was dark already, but by mutual, unspoken agreement, we continued on probably half a mile farther in the approximate direction that we wanted to go. If we stopped at that exact tree, then we could have calculated the correct angle more precisely in the morning, but even though neither of us were superstitious by nature, that just somehow seemed like it would be bad luck.

We bedded down. I gave Theo some oats and water, and munched on some of the jerky and biscuits that I still had left in the saddlebags, since the Savajuns had rejected them as unpalatable.

“Hal?” Theo said. He sounded uncharacteristically meek.

“Yeah?”

“… I’m sorry I talked. Back in the Savajun camp.”

There was a pause as we both remembered the words-- “Yours, my ass”-- and the projectile glob of spit that had prompted all hell to break loose.

I snickered. “Well, I’m not.”

“I didn’t know you could fight like that,” Theo said.

“I can’t,” I said. “Not really, anyway. Not naturally. The Savajun sorceress that they brought me to; she did something to me. She was trying to help me. To make me powerful enough that I’d have a chance against Gorander. But the effects are only temporary. And I’m sure she never imagined that it would turn out that way, with the chief’s guards.”

“Are you really sure?” Theo asked. “I could see Vera doing something like that on purpose. Didn’t she kill a few of her own tribe members the night she left?”

“Yes, the ones that she felt had wronged her,” I said. “But this woman was nothing like Vera. And she was old, and still had the trust of her tribe, so it doesn’t seem like she had rebelled against the sorcerer’s role the way that Vera did.

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