The Waterborn by Greg Keyes

Author:Greg Keyes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media Sci-Fi & Fantasy
Published: 1995-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

XI

The Cursed

Perkar awoke to morning light. He had been dreaming of the city and the girl, of the River. He was cold.

A chill mist was settling down from the hills; a few birds were chattering in the trees. Perkar was thirsty, his mouth as dry as cotton. He felt for his waterskin and found it, drained what remained there. The water burned terribly going down, and then he remembered his throat, reached up to feel for the hole. There was much blood there, clotted and congealed, but the wound had closed.

“One heartstring left. You are a lucky man.”

“I don’t feel lucky,” he tried to mutter, but only a strangling noise emerged from his throat. The dead lioness lay across most of his body, and she was heavy. It took much wriggling and squirming to extract himself. Her weight had shoved the arrow in his chest all the way through, and so saved him the effort of doing it himself. He reached back and grasped it on the shaft below the protruding head and pulled it on out. The one in his ribs he was able to extract more easily; the hauberk had all but stopped it.

Removing his armor was actually more painful than extracting the arrows; many of the bright rings were crusted to his rapidly healing wounds, which began bleeding afresh as he removed the ruined hauberk. Freed of that, he felt a bit better; lighter anyway. One heartstring left.

“Surely she knew,” he gasped, managing a faint whisper this time.

“Who knows? Gods can be fully as careless as mortals. Perhaps she did not know me.”

“Should she have?”

“She has never wielded me or met me in battle.”

Grimacing with a hundred pains, Perkar staggered to his feet, leaned against a scrubby tree for support. Mang—or what the wolves had left of Mang—lay not far away. He wondered why they had not eaten him, as well. Apad had not been spared that fate; Perkar could see his savaged body a few strides away, along with the two Bear-Men he had killed. Three dead wolves and the lioness were the only other testimony to their battle.

The sword Apad had been wielding lay near him, quiet now. For a moment, Perkar considered taking it; it seemed in many ways more powerful than the one he bore. But it hadn’t saved Apad, and the jade sword had saved him, for better or worse. He arranged the curved blade on Apad’s chest and left it there, regretting he had no time to bury his friend. He had to go, though. He might still be of some use to the Kapaka. He did spare the time to sing the “Ghost Homecoming Song” for Apad. He burned the last of his incense while singing; some for Apad, some few Mang, and after a moment’s hesitation, some for his slain enemies.

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