Curse of the Gods
Chapter One
The moment Tarenek sensed energy in the storm that had nothing
at all to do with drumming thunder or slashing lightning, he knew his nightmares weren’t only dreams. No, this energy
linked to a soul, the soul he killed every night moments before waking breathless in a sticky sweat.
Tarenek peered out at the soggy, gray
surroundings from under his wide hood, moving only his eyes to view the expanse of fields circling the small village on the
hill. Thunder hammered the clouds and growled along their hidden peaks. Everything on the surface was a shade of brown or
gray with hints of wilting greens under the constant slaps of rain. Daylight waned as somewhere beyond the thick cloud deck
the sun sank ever closer to the horizon, promising a silent and concealing night. Finding nothing in the fields, he focused
on the town just beyond a low stone wall.
Then he saw her. She stood behind the
livestock stables with her arms out, face to the sky, as the drops fell like crystal shards and melted onto everything they
touched. They glossed her long dark hair, her delicate face, her sleek neck, her hands, and her fingers, causing her to shimmer
like a jewel, though his eyes saw much more than anyone else could. He saw her essence, the life energy that coursed through
her, gorgeous and vibrant to the extent of intoxicating. He closed his eyes at once, not able to inhale from the intensity
of her, reaching even this far, surging through the storm to wash over him more powerfully than the rain. He shook from her
essence mixed with the storm and from sheer terror. Then he had to look again.
She danced in the downpour, not flinching
from the booming thunder, her long, thin coat swaying around her waist to her ankles. Didn’t she know the dangers of
dancing with lightning? Even as the question formed in his thoughts, he somehow knew she didn’t care about danger. Somehow
he knew she lived her life not in fear, but in unbridled enjoyment of every simple thing. She reached up to the sky then,
sliding one hand over her other arm, pushing her coat sleeves to her elbows. Oh so seductive was her simple act of enjoying
the rain.
He never saw her before, not outside
his dreams, and he had to be sure he would never see her again. For her sake. He glanced back to the hilltops where he left
Elek, his one true friend. People of the villages on this equator continent didn’t know of the Drako Wars from nearly
four hundred years ago. Seeing a drako wasn’t a common occurrence for them now, so he always had Elek deliver him out
of sight from the village either at night or during torrential rainstorms such as this. He took some comfort in knowing all
he had to do was call out and Elek would be there to whisk him away for everyone else’s safety. He wouldn’t care
if seeing the great flying beast would terrify them then. If it happened, he and Elek would never be back to hear about it.
Work had called him into the settlement
now, a request from his aunts’ granddaughter three hundred and fifty years descended. Tarenek didn’t know exactly
what all those years made Marana to him, only that her ancestor had been his father’s youngest sister.
He was a ranger in these lands, helping
to keep order among the people as civilization spread out to continents reemerging from the ocean as ice sheets grew at the
poles and lowered sea levels. Rangering was easy for him. Being a rogue, no one bothered to notice or ask why he did not age
or why he always kept himself concealed even in the warm climate. No one needed to know what a threat he was to every living
thing he neared.
Thunder cracked and hammered, drawing
his attention to the sky. The worst hadn’t begun yet, not even close, and he couldn’t help feeling his passing
thought came from much more than the storm.
He shrugged out from under the plaguing
notion, glanced at the magnificent woman in her glowing beauty again, and headed west away from her. He planned to enter at
the far side of town and keep to the alleyways to meet with Marana. Hopefully she would be quick with the details of the job
and he could be on his way again before morning’s rise.
The slosh of rain muffled his passage
onto the muddy streets. A yellow, brown-spotted lizard slithered across his path and under a rock as he moved over the threshold
where the stone wall allowed entry from the outer lands. It was all made with stone hauled in from the quarries of his homeland
hundreds of miles over sea waters away. No one remembered how it got here, not the work the Annunakar gods did, or the lifting
and flight the drakos had done. Those details were lost in time to all but those like him. Those cursed to live on and on
while others around them aged and passed into the spirit world.
He had tried to join that spirit world
on several occasions, but the inability to become or stay badly injured long enough for life to drain from his shell was another
curse of being what he was. The thought sickened him now, but he shoved it aside as brutally as he did the door to Marana’s
tavern.
The crowd inside the single story drink-house
was the usual town’s folk at the far left tables, farmers and ranchers to the right, and a few outlanders settled into
the darkest alcoves to each side of the exterior door.
Setanian slaved over the open grill centered
inside the chest high bar, his bulk hinting to his absolute love for food, cooking it and consuming it. He shouted orders
and tossed plates to the servers waiting to take them to the customers. Tarenek slid into one of the tall stools farthest
away from everyone else and laced his gloved fingers together on the counter, waiting and watching. He took note of everyone
in the room, seeing the glowing hues of their life forces easily enough to know all were peaceful. Even the outlanders tucked
inside their shadows held no ill feelings toward anyone near. He alone was the danger in the room.
Marana turned after pouring a drink for
an older lady. She raised her brows in surprise, then blinked as if to clear her vision in exaggerated teasing. She smiled
at him, asked for a moment, and continued to arrange the ale bottles into their correct places. When she finished she strode
to him. He pulled his hands back safely from her reach.
“Why Taren, that was fast,”
she said.
“Wasn’t too far away.”
Marana smiled. “It seems you never
are these days, a good sign I hope. Can I get you anything?”
Tarenek shook his head. “Not a
social visit. Your message said you had an urgent job you needed me for.”
She sighed. “Yes, well, a girl
can try, can’t she? Come on to the back room where we can talk.”
Tarenek gritted his teeth. “Rather
it be said here.”
“Not an option. Not with this.”
She slipped around the counter and strode to the door across the room into the only separate private space in the building.
Tarenek hesitated then slowly followed. He cringed when she closed the door behind him, sealing off the sounds of clanging
dishes, Setanian’s bold voice, and the hum of conversations. He side-stepped away from her as she moved past him too
closely. She seemed to disregard the risk all together when she handed him a towel.
“Dry yourself before you soak my
floors.”
“Why do you insist on playing with
flames?” he asked.
Marana scowled at him. “I suppose
you consider yourself the flames? I’ve been burned often in my life, boy,
so don’t worry your pretty little head over it?”
“Boy?” He cocked one brow.
“No nevermind your age, you still
look young, so give me that right.”
Tarenek sighed and rubbed the towel over
his leather gloves and drako-hide jacket, doing his best to at least stop the dripping. He remembered his aunt Janni, Marana’s
ancestor clearly enough to know the spry attitude was genetic. There was no arguing about it or changing it. “The job,
Marana.”
“Tsk, tsk, enjoy a bit will you?
Relax.” She gestured one heavily worked hand to a nearby chair, wide and upholstered.
“I don’t relax,” he
said. “Who are you? Or has someone stolen your memory?”
Marana sat leisurely in a matching chair
across from him and peered up at him, her bright eyes framed with just a touch of wrinkling, a result of four dozen years
on a human and a hard life. She ruffled her mid-length curls and sighed.
“My memory is just fine, I’m
not that old yet. I was just hoping we could talk a bit. This job is a little different, a little more personal, I guess you
could say. And I do worry about you. You may be my elder many times over, but it’s not healthy, living like you do,
always out there alone.”
“Not alone.”
“No humans,” she amended.
Tarenek eyed her but refused to respond.
She knew why he lived the way he did. She still had contact with his parents and had the knowledge passed down to her from
her ancestors. She knew what he was.
She waved her hand in the air, and kicked
her shoes off, tucking one leg up under her as she made herself more comfortable. Tarenek stood where he was.
“I will say no more until you sit,”
she said. “You’ll give me a crick in the neck if you don’t.”
“Are you deliberately trying to
annoy me?”
Marana smiled. “Oh how tempting,
but no. Please, this is serious.”
Tarenek rolled his eyes but relented
and lowered to the very edge of the seat.
“Thank you,” she said. “Are
you sure you don’t want something to eat or drink?”
Tarenek stared at her.
“You could humor me,” she
said.
“If it’s so important, get
on with it.”
Marana scowled. “Social skills
are really something you need to work on.”
“Social skills concerning me will
get people killed. Start speaking or I’ll be on my way.”
“So you believe. Have you talked
to your parents lately? Your dad asked about you the other day when I called up. I hate having to lie to him. Why can’t
I tell him you’re down here?”
“Marana.”
“Fine, fine. Relax. I do have a
bonafide job for you. I need you to be the ranger, help a rancher take a hundred head of cattle through Pirist and out to
Markson Shore.”
“Cattle?” Tarenek frowned
at the simplistic thought.
“Yes.”
“They take cattle up the gorge
through the forest to the shore all the time, what’s so different here?”
Rain pattered the roof and walls and
thunder growled. Marana lowered her feet to the floor and leaned toward him with elbows on her knees. She raked her fingers
through her curly hair before looking up at him. “I think there’s a bigger threat with this one. You ever hear
of a man named Falkrany?”
“Falkrany? Owns most of Markson
Shore, runs supplies over the seas. Why?”
“Do you know anything more of him
other than the pleasant biography?”
Tarenek grinned then. “You have
to ask? There’s a reason I steer clear of him—to keep from accidentally on purpose turning him into dust.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t,”
Marana said, then smiled sadly. “A friend of mine, her son-in-law made a deal with him. A hundred head of cattle
and he could keep his ranch, a few hundred leagues west from here, not too near the shore. Jerridan apparently had borrowed
a bit of money from Falkrany several years ago, before he wed. He paid it back, but Falkrany wouldn’t let him fully
remove the debt. So Jerridan had this contract of sorts drawn up and had it notarized by Monarch himself. If Jerridan delivered
to Falkrany a hundred healthy head of cattle, the debt would then be cancelled.”
Tarenek straightened in his seat. “Sounds
fair enough. I’m sure {Monarch} made certain the contract was seamless.” [Paragraph Removed to not act as Spoiler
to earlier book]
“Until Jerridan turned up dead,”
Marana said, her voice thick with emotion. “I talked with {Monarch} about it, but they’re powerless at this point
to do anything from this angle. There’s no proof of any wrong doing on Falkrany’s end. They’re trying to
uncover his unsavory side from other angles but it’s taking too long.”
“So where is my part in all this?”
“I want you to see that these hundred
cattle make it to Falkrany and make sure no one else ends up dead. You can do that, Taren, I know you can, no matter what
that man throws at you. And if you see fit to obliterate him, so be it.”
Tarenek wrestled with a shiver at how
casually she referred to his curse. He didn’t like being reminded of what happened to people who were unlucky enough
to upset him or to simply come across him at the wrong time. He worked diligently all the time, even now, to keep his energies
under control and tightly held within his flesh.
“It’s not so far outside
your usual clients,” Marana continued. “Just with a hundred animals added to it, but you shouldn’t have
any problem with those. And there will be ranch hands to help with the herd. I simply want to make sure Falkrany doesn’t
take anything more from my friend. Her daughter, Alie, is left to honor Jerridan’s debt, if she has any hope of keeping
her home. Please, Taren. They’ve really been dealt a rotten hand here. You can help.”
Tarenek wiped his face, hating the cold
rough feel of the leather on his cheeks. He peered at Marana’s pleading eyes, a desperate look. He’d never seen
her like she was now. “Fine,” he said.
Marana smiled instantly, her brows rising
just a bit. “Wow, that’s a huge relief. I wasn’t expecting it to feel this good.” She took a deep
breath and blew out. “You really can’t know how much I appreciate this.”
Tarenek shrugged, but decided against
reminding her that he did know. He felt her emotions in the air just as clearly as if she hugged him. “I’ll need
a horse and some supplies,” he said.
“Horse?” Marana raised one
brow.
“If you want all hundred to make
it through, I best not tempt Elek into a feast, don’t you think?”
Marana sat back in her chair. “A
horse it is then. Eat cows…” she shuddered and rubbed her arms.
“What did you think he ate?”
“Not an entire cow.”
“He’s a big drako.”
“What—What do you do, go
stealing cattle when he’s hungry?”
Tarenek frowned at her. “Of course
not. When he’s hungry he takes a little hunting trip into the mountains, helps keep the predator populations under control.
And he only needs to eat once a month or so.”
“Is it his time of the month then?”
She chuckled.
“Very funny. No, but I wouldn’t
want to torture him with temptation. Besides, he might spook the herd.”
Marana nodded and gazed down at the floor.
“Good point. They’ll be safe enough just having you along.”
“Gee, thanks. Now it seems you
want me only for my drako.”
Marana smiled at him. “See, I knew
you were fun in there somewhere. Come on, let me get you something to eat. Alie won’t arrive for a few hours. You can
meet her then and start preparing for the trip out.”
“I’d rather stay in here
to wait.”
Marana finished slipping her shoes on.
She shook her head at him. “You’re not as much of a danger as you think you are.”
“You have no idea.”
“Oh, I think I do. You are your
own worst enemy. Besides, I refuse to bring food in here. If you want to hide again after you’re through eating, so
be it, but until then you’ll sit at a table like normal people.”
~*~
Alie dashed from her cozy little inn
room and down the street to Marana’s tavern under a thin cover of her knit wrap. She hadn’t packed for being in
public and wore her only non-work clothes now, a pair of dark slacks beneath a long, flowing blouse of pale and loosely spun
cotton. Despite her best efforts, the rain soaked her shoulders and spine. She shoved through the door to the warm and crowded
tavern just as thunder boiled across the dark sky. She hated to leave the sound she found enrapturing for the boisterous voices
of men inside the tavern. Some obviously had too much ale, and others shouted above each other in an ever growing list of
great accomplishments bigger than the next man’s.
She shook her head to keep from scowling
at the manly competitions. It was none of her concern. Her only concern was handling the task ahead, regaining full control
of her ranch, and moving forward with her life. Only forward. She carefully and purposefully folded her dripping wrap into
a neat square on her arm and looked about for Marana.
The woman bounced around behind the bar,
serving drinks and smiles. Alie sidled through the crowd to the bar, and pulled herself up into a stool. She watched Marana,
inspired by her energy and never ending charm. She was older, at least as old as Alie’s mother, but she wore the age
well and was still a very beautiful woman. She smiled at Alie and motioned for her to wait. Alie nodded her agreement.
She glanced around the room, shaking
her wet hair down her back, glad for the heat in the space. Even damp, she didn’t feel any shivers growing, not like
they had after her dance in the rain a few hours earlier. She quickly directed her attention away from John Largon’s
longing stare, not at all comfortable with the man’s expression. He had asked her to join him for a meal the day before.
She refused, of course, and asked Marana to let her patrons know she was not looking for a companion. She had just buried
a husband and tradition dictated she mourn him for a dozen years.
She wrapped her arms around herself and
safely directed her attention down at the bar, focusing then on the small scratches from years of use. From across the counter,
someone called for Marana, a strong and strained voice. Alie glanced up, feeling the weight of someone’s attention press
on her. When her gaze met the gleam of a stormy blue glare, she shivered. The man narrowed his eyes, and she suddenly felt
caught, as if snagged in a net and ready to be fed to some wild beast. Thunder exploded, and she startled despite it being
muffled by the building.
The man looked away, still speaking in
hushed tones with Marana. He was tall, taller than any other man in the room. Strange violet highlights danced in the dark
tossed waves of his hair. The angles of his face, perfectly proportioned, chiseled but not harsh, hardened as he spoke, his
words obviously heated. He leaned forward, his hands pressed tightly to the edge of the bar. Gloved hands. In fact, every
inch of him was covered in black except for the pale gray skin of his face. The collar of the jacket he wore wrapped around
his neck, ruffling the back ends of his hair. There was something decidedly wild about his appearance, brooding, but also
alluring.
“Ah, ya spotted Marana’s
nephew,” a woman said.
Alie startled and turned to a short lady
with fuzzy brown hair who now stood next to her.
“Not a-one of us here who hasn’t
lusted after Tarenek.”
“Excuse me,” Alie said.
“I kin tell that look, honey. Don’t
waste yer time. He’ll be gone ‘fore sun’s up. Not int’rested in any of us lowly folk. I hear rumors
he’za prince from the upper lands.” She waved her hand in the air as if swatting away a bad smell. “Or some
such thing. Has to be something like that for a man ta act like he does. Or is that does not?” She lifted a mug from
the bar and tilted dangerously to the side. “Woopsie.” She laughed as she turned, sloshing ale out over the side
of her mug. Alie leaned away from her to avoid being perfumed with liquor.
“That’ll be your last, Ms.
Margrel,” Marana shouted at the woman. Alie looked up at her, prepared to smile at her friend, but the cold, angry gaze
that greeted her from the nephew, kept her silent.
He pushed back from the bar, as if wanting
to shove it and her away, then turned his glower to Marana. Marana said something further to him and he whirled, vanishing
too quickly behind a door in the far corner. Alie blinked against disbelief and focused on taking a breath, realizing now
she’d been holding it. The oddness of the situation startled her. He had looked at her as if she was his worst enemy,
but she was sure she had never seen him before. What he could have against her, she couldn’t fathom. She toyed with
the idea that she had imagined it all but realized that thought was crazy. She wasn’t so delusional to imagine a look
like that and she felt his animosity.
“Hi Honey,” Marana gripped
her hand. “Sorry, this place is crazier tonight than it’s been all month. Must be the storm bringing them in.
Are you all right? What’s wrong?”
Alie shook the odd sensation off and
smiled for her friend. “I’m fine, just fine. It is a bit crazy in here, but that’s good for business.”
“I suppose so. Let me get you something
to eat, you’re usual?”
“Sure.” Hot stew was perfect
for a night like this and she hoped it would dull some of the chill caused by the nephew’s glare.
Marana bustled about, quickly dishing
up the steaming stew and adding two slices of fresh baked bread to a plate. She served it with the speed and confidence only
she could master then folded her arms on the edge of the bar. “Are you sure you’re all right? You look a little
pale.”
Alie shook her head and blew steam from
a spoonful of the hot meal. “Perfectly fine. Just, well, I was wondering who you were talking to. I’ve never seen
him before.”
“Ah,” Marana sighed. “That
would be Tarenek, my brother’s temperamental son.”
“I didn’t know you had a
brother.”
Marana waved the thought away. “Cedrik’s
a great deal older than I am and he lives with his wife in the upper lands. Tarenek, though, he…he resides down here,
wherever his whim takes him. He’s actually the ranger I promised to help you.”
Alie nearly choked on the swallow of
stew. She quickly took a bite of bread to hide the cough.
“Watch, it’s really hot,”
Marana gestured to the bowl. “It’s going so fast tonight I haven’t been able to keep the pot full so it
was just boiling.”
Alie nodded and decided to wait until
it cooled more. “He—was he upset about something?”
“That boy’s upset about one
thing or another all the time, I swear. But he’s excellent at what he does. I guess it’s probably all his solemnity
that makes him as good as he is. He will get you and all the cattle through, get that contract honored, I promise you.”
Alie smiled despite the uncertainties
rushing her thoughts. Her mouth went dry at the idea of Tarenek, alone with her in the forests with nothing but a hundred
cows and seven ranch hands for miles around. If not for the angry look in his eyes, she could have enjoyed the fantasy. In
fact, she almost could still.
“After you finish, we’ll
go in and discuss details. He’s promised to wait so don’t feel you have to rush.”
“Thank you,” Alie said but
her stomach tightened so much the delicious meal in front of her suddenly seemed more like a chore. She nursed it down as
best she could, taking a lot longer than she wanted, then very reluctantly followed Marana through the door into the secluded
room.
Tarenek stood in the shadows of the office,
a dark hidden form except for his eyes. She felt as if lightning somehow broke through the roof and zapped her with a bolt
of heat and nervous energy. He turned directly to Marana.
“I said I wanted to talk to you.
Only you. Not her.” He stabbed one gloved finger through the air, aimed at her.
“Tarenek,” Marana gasped.
“Now,” he said, his deep
voice viciously harsh through clenched teeth, Alie couldn’t force herself to stand still. She mumbled something about
waiting outside, stumbled over the threshold and shut the door a little too loudly. Thankfully, the layer of voices in conversation
muffled the sound.
If her only other choice was taking the
herd north alone, she would rather do so than put her life in the hands of Marana’s nephew.
Chapter Two
“What in creation’s name
is wrong with you!” Marana spat at him. She furrowed her brows into an angry V. “You’ve always been antisocial,
I’ve come to accept that, but this, that—rude doesn’t begin to express it.”
Tarenek stood pillar still, understanding
her reasoning. A part of him felt as if he should apologize, but if he did, he was afraid that would fix it and Alie would
be brought back. He couldn’t allow that but he had no idea how to explain it and not sound fully crazy.
“You need to find another Ranger
to take her,” he said as calmly as he could.
Marana stared wide-eyed at him, her jaw
slack. He looked away, not able to face her.
“You promised me,” she said.
“You promised you would keep her safe, you are the only one able to do that without fail, you know why.”
He shook his head too violently. He sensed
Alie even now, a hot and powerful tug threatening the iron hold he kept on his energies. “I did, I promised, and this
is how I’m keeping her safe. I need to go.”
“You will not. I understand you
are not actually my nephew, that you have a great many years over me, but I will not stand here and watch you abandon this
poor girl for no reason at all. Tarenek, you’ve never been so unreasonable. I don’t understand.”
“No, you don’t, and you can’t.”
The heat of his earlier anger drained a bit. “Marana, you say you’ve come to trust me. Please, trust me now when
I say it is for the absolute best that I not be the one to go with this girl.”
“Alie,” Marana said sharply.
Tarenek flinched, not able to bring himself
to say her name. He still couldn’t get the image of her dancing in the rain out of his mind. It was almost as clear
as her screams from his nightmare.
“If I send her out there with anyone
else, she’ll be dead before she clears the other side of the forest. Taren, I know this, I feel it. I promised safety to her and her mother. You can’t let your fears of yourself condemn her.”
She stood, her eyes, her very soul pleading
with him, nearly breaking his resolve. He whirled away from her. “You send her out there with me,” he said, struggling
to keep his voice steady. “You insist on this and you are condemning her to a worse death. Don’t do that. Don’t,
because you will also be cursing me. And then where do I exile myself?”
He turned back to see if she heard him
and stumbled from her nearness. She reached out one hand and pressed it to his cheek, such an alien feeling, he gasped and
jumped away. It was the tears in her eyes that kept him from fleeing out the door.
“There, don’t you see, I
managed to feel your flesh and I’m fine. How many years has it been, Taren? Two
hundred seventy or more? When are you going to forgive yourself?”
He shook from the mention of it, the
wicked memory clawing from the depths of his mind, threatening to regain power. He swallowed, unable to breathe.
“I don’t know exactly what
happened,” Marana said, her voice too gentle. “But I do know no one blames you. It was an awful situation and
you were young. Everyone knows it was out of your control.”
“I permanently maimed a Dreovid.”
He growled. “Me, my powers.”
“Not permanently. She has healed
almost fully.”
“A Dreovid, Marana. Maybe you don’t
know what that means exactly.”
“She was in danger, your mother,
you were trying to help.”
Acid tears burned the edges of his eyes.
Tarenek fought the memory but it stormed too violently to the surface anyway. His mother face to face with the rogue drako.
He had only wanted to pull her to safety, to stop the drako.
His stomach twisted painfully and his
blood raced with energy dangerously close to escape even now, always. He had unleashed it on that day, unleashed it and watched
the drako turn to dust as his energies shook, breaking the very bonds that gave everything shape. If his mother had been anything
less than the powerful Dreovid she was, he would have killed her too.
He dropped onto the chair, fully defeated,
exhausted, and hating Marana for dredging it all up again. “Doesn’t matter what I was trying to do,” he
whispered. “It only matters what I did do. It is exactly what they were warned about, why they were told to kill me.”
He looked up at Marana then. “They should have. I was young enough when they were warned, they could have.”
A tear slipped down Marana’s pink
cheek. She swatted it away. He hated her pity.
“It’s been so many years
since then, Taren. You’ve done so much in helping protect all of us from the wrath of the Niribarians and humans alike.
How do you know you don’t have more control over your powers now? Maybe now, after maturing as you have, it wouldn’t
happen like that. How do you know?”
Tarenenk ground his teeth together to
keep the sarcasm from being too sharp. “I don’t know anyone who would like to be the experiment,” he said.
“And I don’t feel it any differently than I did then. I wasn’t all that young then either. I was a seasoned
warrior, twenty some years.”
“No, they said you were still growing,
you were hardly more than a teen-ager.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Maybe not, maybe so. What is it
about Alie that set you off like this? What? Because she’s the sweetest kid I know. She can’t be a threat to you.
She’s been through some hard times, Taren. Her husband an arranged marriage she wasn’t all that thrilled about,
but she dealt. Then he got himself into this mess with Falkrany. The only thing she has now is this ranch. If he takes it
from her—I hate to think what will happen to her and her mother. It would be much worse than whatever it is you fear.”
Tarenek shook his head, too tired now
to argue verbally. He looked over at the solid and heavy door, sensing Alie moving away, and then she left, back out into
the storm. He relaxed as the charge from her soul left his.
“I realize this probably seems
so ridiculously simple to you, but as for her safety, I trust you. Explicitly. Isn’t that enough?” Marana said.
“You have no idea,” he said
and rubbed his face again. He felt calmer now, but fatigued, strangely so.
“I might not be some god-enhanced
human, but I can read people. I can not in any way believe you could harm anyone who didn’t mean harm to another.”
“Even if I tell you I’ve
seen her die, this...” Tarenek lifted his gaze angrily to her. “This Alie. I’ve seen her die as a result
of my powers.” He shuddered at speaking it out loud.
Marana watched him. Her tears dried.
She suddenly stooped down right in front of him. “Saw how?”
He shrugged, knowing how crazy it would
sound to someone who didn’t understand. “In a clairvoyant dream, a constant dream.”
Marana reached gingerly for his hand,
gently grasping it. He was thankful for the leather keeping him from feeling her full touch. “Dreams aren’t always
what we translate them to be, not even you, Taren. It could be something completely different. Maybe you are to help her—the
screams, to keep it from happening, is that not a possibility?”
Tarenek closed his eyes, too exhausted
to think further. He always awoke when he heard the girl’s torture. “Not a chance worth taking,” he whispered.
“I don’t doubt you for a
moment. I don’t and she needs you to do this. I need you to. Keep your distance from her if you must but watch over
her. Please. I’ve never felt a need of anything as strongly as I do this. Can’t you trust a woman’s intuition
for that?”
Tarenek wondered if she had any idea
of what she was asking him to do. Even now he felt Alie’s energy pulling at him, teasing him. To be near it but refuse
it for too long would not be possible. But if he could keep his concentration on the cattle, if he could move them all along
quickly enough…. But if he failed, if the dream came to pass, he would not be able to continue on. Then he would have
to make Elek end him, somehow. With that resolve, he slowly, ever so slightly nodded his head.
“Good, I’ll call her back
in now.” Marana stood.
“Can’t,” Tarenek said
and looked at the door. “She left a few minutes ago.”
“How do you—” Marana
scowled. “Well, then, I suggest you go find her. I can’t leave with all the business in here and it’s your
fault she went.”
Tarenek stood and bowed his farewell
to her, thankful to finally be free of her. And once out the door he could vanish into the storm, back to Elek and far away
from Alie.
~*~
Alie shrugged into her still damp riding
coat, cinching it tight around her waist. The storm had worsened and she couldn’t force herself to sleep. She finally
convinced herself it was due to worry over the herd, all one hundred head gathered in a field outside of town. She had brought
along several extra head to guard against the loss of a few. She wanted nothing used as an excuse for Falkrany to reject her
efforts like he had so often Jerridan’s. The thought of what her spouse had gotten himself—and her by extension—involved
in still bristled her anger. She wanted it finished.
If she didn’t know about Falkrany
and what he was after with the possession of her ranch, she would let him have it, but if she did, once she did, he would
have his foothold on this coast. With that, he could change it, just as he did in Markson
Shore. And the land she loved wouldn’t remain beautiful and loosely tamed.
He would overrun it and the people. She had to try and stop that from happening.
Thunder slammed in the clouds so viciously
it echoed in her chest. She glanced up at the dark heavens now, but saw only the silver sheen of the downpour. It took a few
moments more for her eyes to adjust enough for her to decipher buildings and posts from muddy streets. She pulled her hat
tightly down on her head, its wide brim shielding her face, and dashed off, knowing her way to the horse stable by heart.
She quickly bridled her tall buckskin mare, but ignored the saddle. She didn’t wish to have it soaked. She leaped easily
onto Rhast’s back and nudged her out into the storm, out the opening in the stone barrier wall, and into the grasslands.
Lightning cracked the clouds open and
splashed a blink of daylight over the fields. She knew then what had drawn her from her room. Barit, Goran, and Joli shouted
to each other. Another flash of light showed the scattered herd too clearly. Alie leaned down and kicked Rhast into a gallop,
racing as quickly as she could into the field. She had to reach the front of the herd and keep them from the cliffs. Cows
bawled and ran in varying directions. More thunder exploded, chasing the animals as if a great whip snapped down from the
sky to lash at them. She leaned close to Rhast, flying past Barit, ignoring the sting of the rain on her face when her hat
fell back.
If even a quarter of the herd was lost,
she couldn’t replace them for another season. That would be too long. Akil, or at least she thought it was Akil, shouted
something at her, but she ignored him, intent only on reaching the head of the scattered herd. Night fully concealed the cliff
she knew waited out ahead. Somewhere. She turned Rhast, glancing quickly about, using the lightning flash as it streaked through
the furious clouds to gain her bearings. Claec was across the herd, turning his horse toward her.
Two cows nearly slammed into Rhast. Alie
reined the horse to the left and right, intent on turning the bovines around. Then she caught the sound of thrashing waves
over the screams of the storm. The precipice was a lot closer now than she had feared. She glanced back in near panic wondering
how she had come so far so quickly. She screamed at the dumb animals, willing them back. Rhast reared, startling Alie and
she slipped on the horse’s soaked hide, barely holding onto the mane.
Something was in the dark, something
more than the storm-spooked herd and horses. She saw the streak of some small thing the size of a dog, and the dark shadows
of cows lumbering by her in a whirl. She shouted her frustration, ordered the men to gain control of the herd, demanded it
even though she suddenly knew how impossible it was.
Then Claec on his pale stallion broke
out of the shadows. Frost reared, something the horse never did and she knew then the rider was not the short, stalky ranch
hand she had hired three years ago. This man was tall and sleek and launched from the saddle to land on his feet in front
of her where black shadow of rock turned to gray mist. Alie held onto Rhast as the mare reared again, dangerously close to
the edge of solid earth.
The herd suddenly curved. The animals
turned in a fluid stream as if the cliff shot up instead of down. Alie stared even as she hung on to reins and mane to keep
from falling. The dark shadow of a small predator shot out from the herd, caught before the man. He reached for it and the
animal streaked south away from the bawling bovines.
Rhast stomped her hooves to the sodden
soil. Alie straightened on her back and peered at the man. A wide hood concealed his face. Even so, she recognized the dark
clothing and the potent energy. She shivered, wondering if he glared at her as hatefully as he had at the tavern.
Men shouted to her. She answered without
looking away from the new arrival. He moved along the edge of the sea cliff, his cloak blowing in the thrashing wind. He bowed
his head to her as he passed and vanished into darkness.
Alie brushed rain from her face, blinked,
but her eyes burned from rain and couldn’t peel away the layers of storm and night. She nudged Rhast ahead, wondering
if the man was walking all the way back to town and in the next second, wondering why she cared. She halted Rhast as the downpour
washed over her. She shook, but not from the chill. The reality of her situation leaked into her as the precipitation piled
on, soaking into every seam, every joint, down her throat, into her shirt to the waist band of her trousers. Fabric clung
to her thighs. She felt completely and totally miserable and far too vulnerable to this wicked world. Rhast lumbered forward,
her head down, her sides swelling from heavy breaths.
Alie slid from her back, stumbling when
her boots hit the uneven ground. Dozens of hooves had left deep pocks in the soil. Alie dropped Rhast’s reins and raised
her face to the rain. She focused only on the sting of each drop to her face, eyelids, and then spit water from her mouth
and swallowed her scream.
She never wanted to run cattle. She never
wanted to feel so trapped, so alone, so against all odds. But it was all handed to her no less and she had to find a way to
deal. It also wasn’t an option to show the men just how doubtful and how unwilling she was. She lowered her head, wiped
her hair and fresh rain from her eyes, repositioned her hat, and parted her lashes. Someone stood just in front of her.
Lightning flashed, glittering in his
stormy blue eyes. She wasn’t sure he was real for a moment, he stood so still, so solid against the storm, his hood
and blowing cloak gone, leaving his hair and tight black coat to the elements. Then he turned his head, looking back toward
the herd and the distant shimmer of town. She moved ahead, suddenly not sure she wanted to be alone with this man or why he
was there at all after the outburst at the tavern. He turned toward her as she moved by him.
She felt him there, following her. She
did her best not to seem too obvious in her glances over her shoulder. Common sense told her she should feel nervous with
him just steps back and to her right, but instead she felt an uncanny feeling of safety.
It seemed to take forever before she
reached the outer field where the herd had once again gathered. The shadowed forms of the ranch hands, her husband’s
friends, all mounted on their horses, including Claec on Frost, bunched the cows tightly together once again.
Other riders were there as well and she
realized they were preparing the herd for a drive east. She stiffened, wondering what was happening, then frantically looked
for Rhast, but the mare had most likely made her way back to the dry stable. One rider reined his horse up next to her and
leaned down. She recognized his bearded face as one of the farmers from Marana’s tavern.
“Ain’t ‘specting this
storm to let up for a few more hours,” he shouted and she still hardly heard him. “My farm’s just over the
ridge and I’ve got a pen that’ll fit your herd here. Not the best fence, but it’ll be a lot easier for your
boys to keep ‘em corralled.”
Alie nodded. “Much appreciated,
give me a minute to get my horse.”
“No need, we’ll get them
there for you. You head on back into town for the night. I’ll send half your men back once we get ‘em all settled.
No sense all of you being exhausted when this clears.” He snapped the reins of his horse and raced off after her retreating
herd. She cringed at seeing them go, too aware of what could happen when she wasn’t looking.
“Mr. Calkroun is a good man.”
The voice drifted to her from over her shoulder, impossibly quiet and intensely clear. She whirled to face Tarenek, startled
by his nearness.
She wanted to say something, anything
but the storm would steal her words away unless she shouted. “I…I have to find my horse,” she said and hurried
into the street. Most of the buildings were dark save for the front room of the inn, where she had rented rooms for herself
and her men, and the windows of Marana’s tavern at the center of town. She wished now she had rented rooms on Marana’s
second floor instead. Something about her building was more inviting than the inn.
Alie wrestled with her hat, the leather
strap tangling in her curling locks and dragging over her neck. She slapped it to her side when she finally got it free of
her hair. Water streamed from the wide brim and from her coat, spraying horizontal drops against the vertical ones still falling
from night hidden clouds. She hurried a little faster along the street when the shelter of the stable grew distinct in the
torrents.
The humid air, thick with the scent of
hay and horse, wrapped her instantly when she stepped through the sheet of falling water that curtained the wide door. Rhast
stood at the far end, soaked and none too calm. She hurried to her horse, holding her hands out.
“Shhh, girl, it’s all right
now. All right.”
Rhast jerked her head high and jumped
away from her. Alie stood still, talking softly until Rhast settled enough for her to place her hand on her forelock and then
take a gentle hold of the reins. “Sorry girl, so sorry for throwing you away like that.” Rhast snorted and shook her head as if to scold her. Alie smiled through a moment of amusement before everything
crashed in on her again.
The sound of the sheeting water slapped
louder for a split second and then she wasn’t alone in the building. She turned and faced Tarenek. In the dim solar
lights of the stable, she saw him fully and half expected to find him glaring at her, but his expression was much softer,
yet no less intense.
She scowled at the thoughts trickling
through her mind. “Is there something you wanted?” She did her best to sound annoyed.
“Are you always so crazy reckless?”
Alie felt her eyes widen in total disbelief.
He thought her reckless? And for what? The thought was absurd.
The right corner of his lip curled almost
into a smile and she silently swore she would throw something at him if he did. Instead he seemed to tightly control his expression.
“Marana tells me you’re in need of a ranger to take you through to Markson
Shore.”
He said it with an authority, a finality
that aggravated Alie’s tired mind almost as much as his first comment. He breathed deep then and bowed his head to her.
“Tarenek Brye Annis. And I’ll be that ranger. I’ll keep an eye on the weather and let you know a few hours
in advance when we can leave.”
“Excuse me?” she said, wondering
when he gained permission to say when they left or not.
“I’ve been asked to look
after your well-being,” he said.
“Not by me.”
Again, the corner of his lip curled up
ever so slightly. “I was informed otherwise.”
“A few hours ago, maybe. What’s
your problem?”
“Everything,” he said.
Alie nearly stumbled from the quick response.
She frantically searched for the right words to reply. “Well, not me. I’m not your problem at all.”
He bowed his head again, so mannerly.
It seemed extremely odd to her. “You don’t need my help?” he asked.
“I’m sure I can find someone
else, someone who knows as much as you supposedly do. Don’t feel you have to be inconvenienced by me at all.”
“Alie,” he said, stopping
her, but almost seeming pained by her name before he looked down, the first time he broke eye contact since she met it.
“Coralie Angenil,” she said
as formally as she could muster. He raised his gaze to her again, sending a shiver through her heart. His eyes were absolutely
and stunningly gorgeous coupled with his beautiful face.
“Coralie,” he said in a whisper
that sent quivers through her being. “I apologize for our first meeting going as it did and assure you the problem has
been…resolved.”
“Money?” Alie said, the heat
of anger rising again. For him it took so little to spark. Every man seemed so hung up on money. She slapped her hat to her
thigh to keep from throwing it and stormed toward him. “I will not let Marana pay my way, and I can’t afford—”
“I don’t need money,”
he cut in so calmly his voice doused her anger as thoroughly as the rain soaked the ground. He took a step back from her to
where the splash of the storm water falling from the roof reached him.
Had he moved away from her? She took
another step forward to test the theory. This time he straightened even taller but didn’t move into the storm.
“If you have a problem with me,
Mr. Brye Annis, don’t feel you need to torture yourself.”
He looked to the right then, his eyes
darker than before. “I’ll take you and your herd of one hundred twenty to Markson
Shore. I’ll see Mr. Falkrany honors that contract of yours, no exceptions.
You will keep your ranch. All I ask is that you don’t question me. I make my decisions based on my experience, for the
safety of you, your men and your animals. Don’t question it. You will owe me nothing else. Agreeable?”
Alie stared at him and realized she was
holding her breath again. People had made promises to her before, but Tarenek did much more than promise. There was a finality
to his words, a refusal to do anything less than what he stated. He watched her now, the intensity still pouring from him.
She finally managed to force a nod.
“Get some sleep,” he said
with another polite dip of his head. Then he bowed into the sheet of water, and was gone.
Alie stared after him, seeing nothing
beyond the shimmering river falling from the roof to slap the ground, wearing a ditch in the hay and soft mud where it landed.
She finally managed to suck in a slow inhale. The thought she should chase after him and refuse his show of chivalry swept
through her and fell away as quickly as water ran from her coat. She sagged against Rhast, leaning on the horse and realizing
she was at a total loss in the situation. No amount of denying or fighting it would help. She would follow Tarenek Brye Annis,
wherever he ordered her to go.
She turned Rhast loose into a dry stall,
but couldn’t keep her thoughts from drifting out into the night. Somewhere out there, Tarenek wandered, the man who
considered everything his problem. She thought of his name, so different from Marana’s. Then she remembered Marana’s
maiden name. It wasn’t Brye Annis. Alie quivered from the sound of it even in her mind. She’d never met anyone
with a double surname before, but he had definitely paused between the syllables yet not so much as to denote them as separate
names.
She hurried from the stable and back
into the stormy night, not caring about her apparel or state of appearance. It was late when she reached the tavern again
and she was relieved to find it empty except for Marana and several of her employees. The smell of spilled ale and grilled
food permeated the space.
“I’m sorry, we’re….”
Marana turned and raised her hands in greeting. “Aile, thank the gods! Worried me, you running out like you did.”
“You’re closed,” Alie
said, finishing Marana’s first statement.
“You’re not a customer, you’re
family, come on in, goodness, you’re soaked through to the skin, let me get you something dry.”
“No, really, I just came to ask
you a couple questions, then I’ll head back to my room and dry off there.”
Marana motioned for her to take a seat
at one of the cleared tables. “Ask away.”
Alie suddenly felt foolish, a schoolgirl
asking after a first crush, but this was so much more than that. She had a right to know the things she wanted if she was
to trust her life to someone else.
“Your nephew,” she began,
finding it hard to bring up all the words. “He introduced himself as Tarenek Brye Annis. I was just wondering, I mean,
that’s not your maiden name, but you said he was your brother’s son.”
Marana smiled. “So he did find
you then?”
“Well, yes, he helped bring the
herd back in after something spooked them.”
“Spooked them, is everything all
right?”
“Fine, I just—after his reaction
here. I mean, does he have some sort of personality disorder or something?”
Marana laughed a hearty sound. “Oh,
I would love to see his face if he heard you say that, or maybe not, he might agree with you, but no, he’s of sound
mind, as sound as the rest of us. And yes, his name is Brye Annis. It’s his mother’s name. She’s from a
different culture in the upper land, from a high-ranking family. To preserve her family line through the generations, her
children and my brother’s are given her name.”
Alie nearly melted into the chair with
relief, feeling worse than foolish. “I’m sorry, it all just struck me as very odd. I mean, did I do something
to upset him? Even in the stable, he was a perfect gentleman but I got the feeling he couldn’t stand to be there with
me. So I have to ask, is someone compensating him behind my back, because I can’t have that, I don’t want to be
indebted to anyone else—ever.”
Marana reached across the round table
and gripped her hand tightly. “You won’t be. I simply asked him to watch after you, nothing more. He’s not
really in need of anything more.”
“Then what is it? The look he gave
me earlier, I’m not sure I want to go to Markson Shore
with him.”
“His fear earlier was of failing
you. What he showed was anger he felt toward himself, not you. And you left before I got him talked down. He’s a lousy
one when it comes to dealing with people. Comes with being a good ranger, I suppose.”
“Is there really no one else?”
Alie said softly, watching down at her hands, her fingers wrinkled from the water.
“There are other rangers, you know
that. But none like Tarenek. He can do things no one else can and he will absolutely get you through. If I had known before
Jerridan…” Marana sighed.
Alie squeezed her friend’s hand.
“Even I didn’t know it all before. I had no idea he was in so much danger. I guess maybe that’s why I’m
being so cautious now.”
“Cautious is a good thing. And
Tarenek is your back-up when cautious isn’t enough.”
“If he’s so good, why would
he be so…upset about failing me?”
Marana raised her brows at the question.
“Well, first, he is extremely modest. He would never admit he’s good at what he does. Second, I honestly can’t
tell you why he worried so much about it where you are concerned. Maybe my dear nephew finally finds himself fancying someone.
He wouldn’t be the first in this town to be taken with you.”
“Oh, please. Look at me.”
“I do, all the time. Anyway, I
doubt he’ll be easy to deal with at least at first until he works through whatever it is he has to work through. Be
patient with him, ignore his odd behavior as much as you can. No one is saying you have to put up with him forever, just a
couple of months until you get where you’re going and possibly back again. Right?”
Alie forced a smile. “Exactly.
I suppose I just wanted to understand a bit more about the man who’s going to be taking me out into the unknown.”
Marana patted her hand again. “You
sure you don’t want something warm, a drink of tea, you’re soaked to the bone?”
Alie plucked the collar of her coat out
and half laughed. “That I am, but I’ll get this way again the moment I step outside. I should go anyway. Tarenek says we’ll leave as soon as the storm clears so I best make sure I’m
ready.” She raised her brow at that, feeling like she was a child again. She hugged Marana gingerly to not make her
too wet and promised to take care before she forced herself back into the storm yet again.
Chapter Three
Tarenek sat on the high peak of the four
story inn. He had watched Alie dash from the stables but she hadn’t come this way. Instead she had gone to the tavern
again. It wasn’t long before she emerged, nearly as bright as a star even in the downpour.
He blinked away the rain to clear his
vision and shoved his dripping hair from his brow. At first, when he left the tavern, he planned to flee to the hills where
Elek rested. Guilt had gotten the better of him and forced him to look in on the herd he found not far outside of town. They
had seemed fine, everything calm even in the storm, but he sensed something out of sorts and shortly after, someone set a
hungry feline into the animals, unleashing chaos. He couldn’t simply leave then. He tried again after clearing the threat.
He was certain Alie had lost sight of him in the storm before she dismounted. She had believed she was alone. It was then
he felt the coursing of her energies change in the air, change with the weight of despair. Even now, even with it just a fresh
memory, he ached from her pain and in that moment, he knew he couldn’t leave. He simply had to be stronger and do what
he must to see her safely through.
He looked up again, expecting to see
Alie hurrying to the door several stories below him but instead he found her stopped in the street. Her shimmering aura glowed
pale blue and powerful against the storm. She had put her hat on again, the rim concealing her face, but he had a feeling
she sensed something. Maybe him. He rolled over the peak, safely away from her view and lay back to stare into the rain clouds.
The water stung his eyes, but only a little. He had become desensitized to those little annoyances over the years. In fact,
he often wondered if there was anything still fully human about him.
He focused on the dark sky and the veins
of high lightning, not near as potent on his flesh as Alie’s energy. She entered the building and must have climbed
steps for he felt her warmth grow near. He closed his eyes then, lavishing in her essence and hating himself for it. He had
let Marana’s words soften his fear, a dangerous thing. He didn’t understand why he felt Alie so intensely, so
much more strongly than he had ever felt anyone else, even when he focused on a soul. With Alie, it happened so easily, so
naturally. He knew when she moved, sensed when she was frightened or troubled, as he had in the field. He sat up and climbed
to the peak again, watching out over the village and keeping an ear toward the farm where he heard the soft bawls of cattle
even through the rain and thunder. It was then he heard another sound.
He didn’t mean to pick up on her
words. The moment he realized it was Alie’s voice, he tried to block her out, but then he wondered who she was talking
to. He smiled despite himself when he realized she was scolding herself about something in her thoughts. He closed his eyes
and envisioned her in her room, free of the long coat, possibly dressed in something like the fluttering blouse she wore at
the tavern, flowing around her thin build, still glowing. He shook himself loose of her hold, angry at himself for being so
intrusive. He forced other thoughts to the surface, sobering thoughts.
South and west loomed as nothing more
than mist over the ocean. Miles and miles east and north, up in the higher world, secluded in the Syrinx
Mountains, was a race of people so similar to him, he felt a kind of kinship with
them. He longed to speak with them now, and toyed with the idea of calling Elek and racing home, but he sensed the storm would
end before he could make it back, and while he was gone, Alie would be completely on her own. He had caught something on the
wind when he helped get control of the herd in the field. It remained even after he sent the feline away. Someone was already
trying to make things difficult for her. Definitely not a good time for him to go. He pulled his gloves from his fingers and
held his hands palm up to the rain, focusing on the energy in it, a zing not unlike the energy that accumulated to create
lightning. The sensation safely pulled his mind into focus away from the woman so close beneath him. As night wore on, he
felt her energy calming him as she slept. He felt safe enough then to relax his mind. Then he wondered yet again what it was
about Coralie Angenil that arrested him so.
~*~
Alie couldn’t believe how easily
everything was coming together. It was another full day and night of storms before Tarenek Brye Annis came with the announcement
it was time to leave. It was a simple statement and then he had vanished before she had a chance to speak with him. Now, it
was just after dawn, her men had the cattle under control, the two motorized transports with trailers packed with supplies
had their engines grumbling and ready. She had also said her final goodbyes to her mother and waved to her now. Saralie Angenil
stood on the second story balcony of Marana’s tavern too far away to view clearly but near enough for Alie to see her
wave back. Saralie would watch until Alie with the herd had moved out of sight. Alie had done her best to convince her mother
not to worry and hated leaving her so distraught but Alie had to go with the herd. She had to be there to sign the agreement
when Falkrany did. Still, she found it hard to leave now, hard because she was all her mother had left. If not for knowing
Marana would look after Saralie, a much frailer woman, she wouldn’t be able to go.
Alie rode Rhast through the organized
chaos, determined to put her mind solidly on her work, and took note of the older bulls and heifers. She had neared the front
of the pack when she noticed Tarenek again. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was to thank for how well everything
was going. He walked now, the rein of his giant gray horse, with hooves a size and a half larger than any of her horses, loose
in one gloved hand. He still wore the dark gloves and tight jacket with its high collar closed around his throat. She wondered
if he would wear them even as temperatures rose. She held still as he neared, trying her best not to show any interest, but
she didn’t miss the ease and strength of his movements. She forced her gaze to remain on the bulky cattle when he stopped
next to her. He did nothing and said nothing for so long, she finally had to look at him, wondering what he had approached
for.
“Shouldn’t take the man you
call Goran,” he said. His tone was as set and determined as it had been in the stable when he promised he would see
her task done.
Alie couldn’t hide her shock. She
glanced out at the younger man who worked to push the herd together. Goran had been with Jerridan almost from the beginning,
coming to her husband for work when he was just eighteen over two years ago. “What?”
“Not a good idea to keep him.”
Tarenek’s gaze was unfaltering, unbending, and very devouring. Still, she couldn’t contain her shock at his words.
“And why not?”
Tarenek narrowed his eyes a bit at the
corners. “The deal was for you not to question me.”
Alie gasped, half choked on a word, then
managed to wrangle her thoughts together. “Out there, where decisions are made based on the terrain, weather, that sort
of thing. Not my workers. Goran’s been working for us for years. I…I’ve not seen a reason to remove him.”
“Not a good idea to take him,”
Tarenek repeated, seemingly unphased by her statements. Alie felt the heat of anger rise from the base of her spine again.
She had dealt with impossible men before, men who looked at her and saw a pretty little thing they assumed was stupid.
“Look,” she said, managing
to keep her wits even when Tarenek pierced her with his intense gaze again. How could anyone have eyes so forceful? “You’ll
have to give me more than that before I cut myself one man short for this. He’s capable. He’s always done well
for my husband.”
“Fine,” Tarenek said and
turned directly away from her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He moved off then, his back to her,
but he obviously directed his gaze at Goran. The younger man halted his horse and looked toward Tarenek as if he heard his
name called. The two stood motionless for a moment before Tarenek finally mounted his horse with unfeasible ease. She thought
it crazy for him to have such a powerful and large animal on a trip where it would only carry him, not pull anything, but
when he sat atop the gray stallion, the horse seemed perfectly right for him. She shrugged free of the thought and found Goran
looking at her. She smiled to reassure him and waved him on. He tapped his hand to his forehead and raised it to her then
spurred his horse back into place just a few lengths behind Claec.
She quickly turned Rhast when she realized
Tarenek intended them all to leave and took up her place near the lead, behind Joli. Akil and Barit flanked the back of the
herd with the supply transports driven by Laraleen, the cook, and Jacom in charge of animal and human health, brining up the
tail.
The animals bawled and cried, some running
into others until all were moving forward. Alie tried to keep her focus on the cattle but through the day, she couldn’t
help her attentions wandering to the brooding man.
Despite what Marana had told her, she
couldn’t stop feeling as if Tarenek hid something, something that maybe was concealed by all the cloth he wore. It was
stranger still as the day tromped on. The sky filled with the steamy rays of sun that thickened the humidity left by the storm
to soup in the air. Even she stripped her outer jacket and top-shirt but Tarenek remained in his coat in gloves. When the
others were downing water from their canteens and wiping sweat from their brows, Tarenek looked as if it was a cool day in
winter.
She vowed to keep a very close watch
on him, mostly because of his strange behavior but she also knew something else pulled her to him, something she couldn’t
discern. Tarenek rode far ahead and out of sight at times before circling back, his gaze piercing even from a distance each
time he took count of the full company. When night neared, he led them to an open field next to a running stream where the
herd could drink. Alie took in the view and found the dark line of Pirist forest on the north horizon. It would take at least
another two days to reach its boundaries, but they had made good progress despite the heat.
Laraleen clanged her spoon to her kettle,
calling everyone in for their nightly meal. Alie smiled at her men as they passed by her but stayed mounted on Rhast. From
her seat she could still see Tarenek up ahead. He didn’t seem to hear the dinner call. Alie looked back to her company,
the men tossing jokes at each other and thanking Laraleen as she dished out their servings.
Alie nudged Rhast into a canter, loving
the cool rush of the air as she rode out to Tarenek. She purposely stayed back a bit to not feel the full impact of his tall
horse. Tarenek straightened in his saddle, his attention on something distant, yet she saw nothing.
“Laraleen rang the dinner bell,”
she said. A soft breeze brushed through his hair, rippling the violet highlights. The big horse stomped its back hoof and
swished its tail to swat away flies.
“I heard,” he said.
“She won’t keep it out for
long.”
“Not hungry,” he said.
“Not—how do you expect to
keep your strength if you don’t eat?”
He turned to look over his shoulder at
her. “What do you know of rangering? I’ll have my fill later tonight when the heat is gone.”
“It’s not too hot now. Maybe
you should take your coat off.”
“Maybe you should mind your own
business.”
Alie flinched at that. “This, all
of this, including you right now, is my business,” she said, and straightened her shoulders, ready for the confrontation
this time.
Tarenek gently leaned the reins to the
big horse’s neck, and the animal turned him just enough for him to look directly at her. Her heart skipped from a rush
of hot energy.
“I am no one’s concern but
my own,” he said very clearly. “I’ve taken care of myself out here for more years than you can—”
he closed his eyes, drew in a visibly deep breath and opened them again. “Understand.” He finished with a tone
meant to finalize the conversation.
Alie watched him for a moment, a strong
need to not leave coursing through her. “So I’m stupid then?”
Tarenek furrowed his brow. “What?”
“If I can’t understand it,
am I unintelligent? How brilliant does a person have to be to understand it?” She struggled to contain her grin when
he stared blankly at her. He obviously wasn’t used to people questioning him about anything.
He wet his lower lip with the tip of
his tongue but stayed quiet.
“So,” Alie said, intent on
keeping him there. “How many years? You can’t be much older than I am, what, twenty-two, twenty-five at the most.
So you’ve been gallivanting around out here since you were what, four?”
“I don’t…gallivant,”
he said.
Alie couldn’t contain her grin
any longer. She looked north, trying not to laugh out loud. “Oh,” she said. “Okay, so you traipse, or soar,
or parade.”
“Skulk,” he said.
She raised her brows at that. “Sure.
I can see you skulking.”
“You should go,” he said.
“Laraleen won’t keep the food out long. Your words, not mine.”
Alie sighed and let her smile fade from
her lips. “Fine then. I know when I’m being brushed off. You take care of yourself, just don’t go skulking
off anywhere that’ll scare the herd.”
She bowed her head to him, as he often
did to her, and raced Rhast back toward the transports where everyone was already making camp.
~*~
Tarenek watched the pale horse carry
its rider a hundred yards away, but not nearly far enough. It was getting much too dangerous. He found himself pulled with
a strong need to be closer to Alie, and she had approached him, willingly and with such…innocence, the same innocence
that made her dance in the rain and argue with herself. He wondered again if she knew the dangers of dancing with lightning.
He turned his mount back toward the forest,
trying to refocus his energy on only what was ahead and not Alie but it was an exhausting task. As darkness settled, he dismounted,
leaving the horse where it stood and slid silently around the herd. Or skulked as Alie would call it. Sadness ached in his
chest, sadness at how little she really knew. He watched the camp, the several ranch hands around a small campfire, and Alie
alone at the back of a transport. He wondered what she would have said if he told her he walked the lands, these lands, for
seventy-four years and the upper lands for two hundred and ninety six before that. She really had no idea what danger she
was blindly toying with when she talked with him.
His years and what he did was something
she could never know, of course, and he mentally scolded himself for even playing with the idea of her learning it.
He studied each of the ranch hands. Three
of them had already fallen asleep, their large hats covering their faces. One snored loudly, the sound intermingled with the
sounds of the insects and occasional bawl of a cow. The one Alie called Barit sat with Laraleen, whispering quietly. He worked
at a block of wood he held in his hand with a small knife. One man was missing.
Tarenek studied them all from a distance,
saw Alie crawl safely into the back of a transport, hopefully to sleep, and then set out in search of the missing Goran. High
clouds filled the sky, dampening the starlight, but he still saw the details of every blade of grass, every stone along the
river bank. He breathed deep to focus himself on the imprint he had stored away in memory of Goran, and opened his eyes. He
searched the campsite, then the horizons. The tiny glow from the man appeared far to the left, much farther out than he should
be. Tarenek stepped softly along the wide creek, a whisper of wind in the water, then headed toward the glow, not at all comfortable
with the muddy dark green aura he saw around the man. He recognized the shade from people who were angry at the world. And
he had also seen muddy swirls of black and red in the man’s energy glow. None of it was good.
He stepped carefully, aware of every
rodent and small mammal scurrying at the water’s edge. A water snake in the brush at a bend in the stream coiled tightly
when he passed, its poise watchful but not interested in him. He had closed enough of the distance to sense Goran wasn’t
alone when the man started moving back toward camp.
Tarenek leapt over the stream and rushed
through the field, stopping in the shadows just ahead of Goran. Goran was a young man, not much older than a boy really with
hair the color of sun-dried straw, in no way responsible for the energy hues Tarenek saw. Goran walked with his head down,
his heavy steps crunching field grass and stones. He jerked his head up when Tarenek moved one arm just enough to get the
man’s attention. Goran jumped back and swore but not before Tarenek noticed he reached to his side as if he wore a weapon
there.
“What the spirits! Damn ranger.
What are you doing out here?” he said and punched out at Tarenek. Tarenek easily side-stepped.
“The question is what are you doing?”
Goran huffed and spit. “Well—can’t
a man have some privacy? Not like there’s a…a decent place to relieve myself anywhere close.”
Tarenek raised his face to the air. He
smelled the cattle excrements, the dew, but nothing of Goran left behind, not even with his senses so tuned-in to the man.
He faced Goran again. “I’m a ranger,” he said. “Do you have any idea what that means?”
“Means you’re an arrogant
ass who doesn’t answer to anyone. And I don’t have to answer to you.”
Tarenek snagged the man by the collar
of his loose shirt. Goran gasped and stumbled so badly he would have fallen if Tarenek hadn’t held onto him.
“You do anything to harm Miss Angenil
or her task at hand, and it is my business. You won’t like how I take care of business I see as harmful. Understand?”
Goran swung at him, grumbling under his
breath, obviously not listening. Tarenek tossed him to the ground. Goran scrambled away. He snickered when he regained his
footing and stood. “You think you’re so grand with that ranger title. You have no idea what’s going on here,
none. And you never will. I heard what Alie told you, to let me alone. You thought you could get rid of me.”
“And you have no idea why I’m
onto you,” Tarenek said, turning as Goran circled him.
“Don’t matter,” Goran
said. “You’re just a crazed ranger, everyone knows it.”
“Absolutely,” Tarenek said,
feeling wild energies grow hot in his palms. “So crazed people disappear around me. Don’t forget that.”
Goran huffed again, but he halted his
pace. He backed away from Tarenek, turned, and ran. Tarenek watched after him for a moment before focusing his full attention
on the person he sensed just out of sight over the slight rise. Whoever it was noticed him turning back because they fled
on foot, a tall male with lanky strides. Tarenek waited until all sounds of the intruder were gone, then hurried back to camp.
He hid out of sight with the stream separating him from the others until the wee hours when even Goran slept. Joli and Akil
rose to replace Claec and Barit on watch with the herd. None noticed him. The other men in Alie’s small troop were all
trustworthy enough. Claec held some hidden shame for something, nothing Tarenek thought important. He watched the transport
with the back open to the night save for the soft flutter of fabric. Alie slept just inside, hidden except for her brilliant
life force glow.
Tarenek walked the west perimeter of
camp and animals, then sat to stare at the cloud streaked sky but couldn’t relax, not even a little. The early hours
had never seemed so long before. When need chewed away all resolve, he crept across the stream and nearer to the transport.
No one moved, no one sensed him at all. He was a ghost in the night. A spirit of death. He stood outside the flutter of fabric,
just able to see Alie’s sleeping form on top of several covers and drink in the intoxicating feel of her life force.
She had removed her boots and lay with her knees pulled up and one arm stretched out to the side, the other tucked close around
her middle. He fought the urge to move closer, hating himself for giving in to the need to be so near to start. He closed
his eyes against the ache of what he could never know and never risk. He had to be stronger, to stay farther away. He only
wished there was a way to keep her from approaching him like she had earlier. It was those times that drew the temptation
close to the surface so strongly it muddled his caution.
Somewhere south, the soft distant howl
of a wolf drifted through the air, barely audible over the creaks and chirps of insects in the field and burping amphibians
from the stream. He had to focus on those familiar things. Not Alie. Not at all. He gritted his teeth and hurried away, back
to the front of the herd where he found his horse grazing. He swung into the saddle and stared back at the transport, torn
by leaving Goran there so close to the woman he had to refuse to be near.