Lady of Poison_ The Priests - Bruce R. Cordell [22]
The name meant nothing to Elowen.
Elowen was merely glad Ususi had finally developed enough trust in their friendship to reveal so much about her past. The Imaskari still feared whatever drove her ancestors into hiding, but Elowen doubted that the threat still existed, whatever it was; Ususi would not name it.
Marrec had a long road to travel if he thought he was going to get any information out of the wizard on such short notice, mused Elowen. He'd have to put in his time, as Elowen had. Soon enough, the man realized the same thing and allowed Ususi to move ahead of his own mount. Marrec's eyes began to focus on places other than the road ahead. Worrying about his goddess Lurue, she guessed.
CHAPTER 7
When young Marrec fled his adoptive village into the wild, he had no clear destination. At first, getting away was his only concern. He reviled himself, still hurting from the insults and jeers heaped on him as he fled. Fear drove the villagers to act out. Confused and uncomprehending of what his mere gaze had accomplished, Marrec believed those taunts.
Though he sought solace in the wilderness, he fled without preparation. He brought only a spear, clutched to him with determination, and with some thought of using it hunt. That first night, rain poured from a dank sky. Cold to the bone and wet, the best shelter Marrec could find was beneath a stout tree branch.
Things might have gone the worse for him then, but as fate or chance had it, Thanial Selwander found him.
Thanial was known to Marrec and others of his village as the secretive "Man in the Wood." He appeared in town once every few years, and Marrec had only seen the man a few times and at a distance. His brother Emmon had many stories to tell of the Man in the Wood, usually involving Thanial hunting and slaying some strange new forest beast.
Surprisingly, Thanial seemed to recognize him, saying, "Marrec. So you've decided to leave the village, eh? Things out here can be a little difficult for a novice woodsman. Why don't you stick with me, and I'll show what you need to know."
Marrec was astounded at Thanial's casual greeting, but he was happy to accept aid. His hunger was nearly as great as the chill in his extremities, and moreover, kindness seemed an unlooked for gift. He decided to put off telling Thanial about his devil-born ability for a while.
Thanial bade Marrec to live with him in his home in a wooded and sheltered valley between two sharp peaks. The woodman's home was a well-constructed log house, filled with rough amenities, including a great stone fireplace and a dry, flagged floor. A stream flowed down from one peak and on through the valley, its path not more than a few feet from the house. It offered clear water for drinking, cooking, and baking, and fish could be caught from it, great mountain trout usually, but sometimes salmon if the season was right.
The first night, Marrec slept on the flagged stones on a mattress of furs, staring into the warming fire. Thanial had a great black wolf called Shira who seemed a companion than pet. Shira lay near Marrec that night, her great muzzle protruding out like a ship's prow, sniffing Marrec suspiciously. Thanial stepped into the next room to prepare a meal, but Marrec fell fast asleep, and woke with the sun and birdsong the next day.
Thanial walked in with the sun and said, "Awake at last, eh? Good. It's time I gave you some real training, something to go on if you ever find yourself lost in the woods again. You may be good with that spear, but it won't help your hunger if you can't track a deer or bring down a bird."
So Marrec stayed with Thanial. Somehow, Thanial seemed to know him and know things about him. That mystified Marrec, but since Thanial continued on in that manner, Marrec accepted it.
Six months passed. Every day, Thanial roused him from sleep just as morning's pink light stole into the forest. There was too much to do to sleep any later.