Wolf Hunting by Jane Lindskold

Author:Jane Lindskold [Lindskold, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Fantasy Fiction, Fantasy, Wolves, Epic, Human-Animal Relationships, Firekeeper (Fictitious Character), Human-Animal Communication, Wild Women, (v3.0)
ISBN: 9780765351432
Google: _BwDIEFsUwwC
Amazon: 0765351439
Publisher: Tor Books
Published: 2006-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

XIX

THE MEDDLER VANISHED SOON THEREAFTER, again promising them his aid and assistance.

"I wish we knew for certain he was gone," Derian said, looking around uneasily. "He seems a nice enough fellow, reasonable, eager to help, but - maybe it's being able to see through him from time to time - he makes my skin crawl."

Truth sniffed the air, then said to Firekeeper, "I have taken scent of both here and the other here. I think the Meddler is gone. He may not be completely honest with us, but in one thing I am sure he is - even freed from his prison, he is not as strong as he should be. I think his effort to make contact with all of us wearied him."

Firekeeper nodded and made a quick translation that across the gist, but left out Truth's elaboration. She could tell the jaguar was annoyed, but she didn't care. She had other things to think about.

Harjeedian was frowning at Derian. "Do not let yourself be fooled into thinking of the Meddler as a 'fellow' of any sort. You heard the legends Plik related. He is not a creature to be trusted in the least."

"Those were good stories," Derian said, "but I don't know if they're exactly history."

"They are not unlike those I learned as sacred lore," Harjeedian said in a lofty tone that Firekeeper thought might have worked if Harjeedian was speaking as aridisdu to the faithful, but was sure to annoy Derian. "The Meddler is not to be trusted. This is what we are taught."

Firekeeper interrupted, "What language you hear the Meddler talk?"

Harjeedian and Derian turned from their nascent argument and spoke almost at once: "Pellish" from Derian, "Liglim" from Harjeedian. Then they stared at each other.

Firekeeper looked at the Beasts.

"I did not think of it," Eshinarvash said. "He spoke, I understood."

"The language of Liglim," the ravens said.

"He spoke to me as in my dreams," Truth said. "I'd never considered him speaking any particular language."

"Liglimosh," Blind Seer said.

"And I heard Pellish," Firekeeper said. Then she translated for the humans what the Beasts had said.

"This is very strange..." Derian began, but Harjeedian interrupted.

"This odd power is proof of what I said. The Meddler is a deific figure of some sort."

Firekeeper huffed annoyance at him. "Hush. Tell me this. We all saw him. Derian speaks of being able to see through him. Was this so for all?"

Various sounds and gestures of agreement followed. Firekeeper took a deep breath.

"And what did he look like to you?"

"A man of my race," Harjeedian said, "of perhaps midle years, his clothing and the style of his hair after the way such was worn before the coming of Divine Retribution."

Eshinarvash said, "Also a man of Harjeedian's people, but dressed like those at u-Bishinti."

"He looked like someone from Liglim," Derian said, "but he smiled just like my father's brother, the one everyone knows isn't quite honest, but who you can't help but love."

"A wolf," Blind Seer said, "with yellow-golden eyes and fur perhaps a bit darker than my own.

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