The Whisperer by H. M. Clarke

Author:H. M. Clarke [Clarke, H. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Psychic magician telepathic, children griffon gryphon journey cat furry, Dragon monster wizard, coming of age quest, shamon psionic Sword Sorcery magic, Dark Fantasy Novel Young Adult, Epic Military battle army Series
Publisher: H.M. Clarke
Published: 2018-03-30T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

DEAREN AWOKE TO THE morning sounds of camp life.

Hauga was sitting beside her with his tail wrapped around the head of her bedroll. She sat up and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. The sun had not finished rising from behind the mountains and the camp was still covered in an eerie grey twilight.

‘Morning Hauga.’

‘Good morning Dearen.’

‘Anyone start breakfast yet?’

‘Someone has started some of that porridge mush that bareskins seem to like so much, but I’m going to stick to my jerky.’

‘Porridge mush huh. If it’s warm, I’m having some.’

Dearen then studied the camp around them and then looked to the conifer trees beyond.

‘I wonder why the snow hasn’t hit this part of the mountain range yet? It’s fallen everywhere else but not here.’

‘I don’t know, He of the West Winds could answer you, but our lore always states that the Northern approach to Daegourouf never received snow.’

‘Not that I’m complaining about not having snow here. It’s just odd.’

Hauga gave her one of his shrugs. It was one habit that frustrated Dearen about the Dymarki. If they could not explain it they simply did not worry about it.

‘Maybe the Pydarki mountain has a magic of its own.’

‘Maybe.’

Dearen sighed and gave Hauga an affectionate smile.

‘I’m going to see if that porridge is hot. I’ll be back.’

Hauga nodded as he retrieved some of his jerky from his bandolier pouches and started to munch on it.

Dearen served herself a thick bowl of porridge from the cook pot and came back to her bedroll to eat.

‘I think we need to head back today. The others need to know that the Arranians have not accepted our challenge to meet on Haten’s Field.’

‘I agree. Are you completely sure that your need to head north is gone?’

‘I’m sure.’

‘So does that mean that you were looking for Adhamh all along?’

‘The urge to head North did stop when I found him.’

‘Does that mean what they have been saying is true?’

‘Even if what they say is true Hauga. It does not change the present. I am Cearc. I am now Dymarki. I have the future of our people on my shoulders-‘

‘Our shoulders,’ Hauga cut in.

‘On our shoulders,’ Dearen agreed.

‘How are we going to leave? I don’t think Kral Tayme or Adhamh will let us go now that they have found you.’

‘They will have no choice in the matter. We go, or they will need to imprison us or kill us to stop us. If they do that then they will be breaking their word to us.’

‘Hmmmmm...’

Dearen placed her now empty bowl on the ground between them.

‘Should we go now while most of the camp is asleep?’

‘Adhamh is awake. He is still watching you.’

‘So we cannot leave unseen.’

‘No.’

“Good morning.”

Dearen started and turned back to see Kral Tayme standing behind them with his own bowl of porridge in his hands.

“Good Morning. Did you sleep well?” Dearen asked quickly to cover up her surprise.

“As well as I can under the circumstances,” he replied. Tayme then sat down on the ground beside her.

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