The Rage by Lassiter Williams

Author:Lassiter Williams [Williams, Lassiter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Regent Street Press
Published: 2019-05-02T05:00:00+00:00

rib walked beside Kwineechka’s litter with her sword drawn. She had intended to go her own way when the Natives left the cave, but Jongren had asked her to accompany them for protection in case they met any New Murians or Puritanics. The journey would take a day, and she would set off on her own as soon as Peyewik and Kwineechka were safely in the village. She didn’t know where she would go, but it didn’t matter so long as she went far away from the Natives.

In the meantime, she kept a close eye on the former Puritanic. Mid-way through the morning he stepped away from the litter-bearing party and disappeared into the trees. She followed stealthily, certain he was up to no good, but all he did was make his way around the litter in a wide circle, pausing every now and then to watch and listen. Trib noticed that he moved through the forest as silently as Peyewik or Kwineechka. Near the end of his circumnavigation he stopped and looked back at the tree behind which Trib had thought herself concealed.

“There is no need to spy on me,” he said. “I am only making sure we are not being watched or followed.”

Trib stepped out from behind the tree, scowling. “So you say,” she said.

He smiled unexpectedly. “I am glad to know you take protection of the Natives as seriously as I do.”

“You see any of your Puritanic friends out there?” Trib goaded him.

“Puritanics are no friends of mine, and I will need to go farther afield to be certain no one is hunting us.”

Trib eyed him, still convinced of treachery.

“I will not go if you do not trust me,” he said. “One of the hunters can scout instead.”

“Aye, send a hunter,” Trib said, moving back towards the others. “You stay where I can see you.”

Jongren fell in step beside her. “Please believe that my main concern is the safety and well-being of my friends,” he said.

“If you’re such good friends with Kwineechka’s father, how come he ain’t mentioned you before?”

“I do not suppose he had a reason to,” Jongren said. “He has known me his whole life and was never given a reason to connect me with either the Puritanics or the New Murians.”

“Except you look like a Puritanic, talk like one, and act like one.”

Jongren gave her a direct look and smiled again. “Surely you have noticed that I do not act like a Puritanic? Though I look more like one than usual today,” he gestured at his linen shirt. “Kwineechka has only ever seen me in Native attire, browned by the sun, and living in the wild.”

Trib was unwilling to accept his explanations. “Why ain’t you a Puritanic anymore?”

Jongren looked off into the trees, his smile fading. “My wife.”

Trib was surprised into silence.

After a pause he continued, “Puritanic tenets hold that women are too weak to know God directly. They can only achieve blessedness by serving their more spiritually capable husbands. I believed this until I met my wife.

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