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by Jabberwocky
(continued from "The Savage World")
The path eventually became little more than a steeply descending
notch in a tall cliff face. It was wide enough for a hand drawn
cart, however trying to keep a full wagon from falling off the edge
would have been hopeless. There were some stretches of post and
rail fences erected to provide safety, but because of their age
would more likely fall off themselves if one were to spit upon them.
The wind continued to howl at the side of the mountain, and little
wonder, for I felt the temperature rise as I neared the bottom.
Diego gave me the credit of possibly knowing some of the plant varieties
in this area, and his assumption was correct. As I moved along I
found some Seraphis plants, whose berries are nutritional, albeit
bitter. I also found an Orc Leaf or two. At least, thats what
the plant is colloquially called in Myrtana. After pulling it up
by the roots, one can eat the lower stalk, similar to an onion plant.
At the bottom of the mountain I was delighted to find a couple of
wild blueberry bushes, especially since they should have been in
prime season. Upon tasting the berries however, I found them to
lack flavor, and hadnt developed their sweetness yet.
It was here at the base of the mountain and in a grove of trees
that I met two hunters: Ratford and Drax. The two men were resting
on an old log, and at first I deliberated whether I should approach
them or continue on, hoping they didnt pay me any mind. But
then I realized that now would be as good a time as any to make
new acquaintances, seeing as how I held nothing of real value for
them to take. The two men were dressed in clothes mostly made of
animal skins.
Drax let out a whistle of disbelief as I approached, and Ratford
began to laugh. Looking back now I suppose it must have been a humorous
sight; what with that rusty sword slid through my belt, various
weeds poking out the top of a leather bag that was older than I,
and in my hands a pickaxe with two pieces that couldnt seem
to agree on staying together.
Well well well, what have we here? A new arrival in the colony?
Ratford began. And yet the caravan passed by here hours ago.
Where ave you been lad?
As you can see the boys been exploring. Came Drax.
And I do believe hes quite a resourceful young man by
the look of it. Ha ha! Although this was said in humor, it
was also said in truth, and I found myself drawn to the two men
for it.
Introductions were made, and Drax casually continued stringing his
bow while Ratford and I talked. He asked if I was headed to the
Old Camp.
I am. Said I. Is there anything I should know?
Oh... most of the blokes in the Old Camp are decent enough
I spose. But if I were you Id head over to the New Camp
as soon as you get your bearings. Y see, Drax n
I get around to the different camps a lot; we sort of have a working
relationship wi each one - supplying em meat and
the like. It seems to me that the fellas in the New Camp are the
ones who have their heads screwed on the tighest, if you know
what I mean. That an you dont look like the type that
will setle for using that pickaxe of yours to mine ore for
Gomez the rest of your life.
Ah yes. Gomez; I hear hes the man in charge of the Old
Camp, right? I questioned.
Before Ratford could answer however, Drax interrupted with a low
wheesht! to get our attention - well, that is, primarily
Ratfords attention. Drax had assumed a stalking posture, and
crept a little forward.
Looky looky Ratty my friend! We have ourselves a scavenger
whose scavenged his way out from the rest of the group.
Drax said with excitement.
We looked in his direction and spied out a lone scavenger who had
strayed apart from a herd of ten others. Scavengers are large, featherless,
flightless birds with enormous beaks and powerful legs that carry
them over the ground quickly. The one being eyed by the two hunters
was less than forty feet away, and oblivious to the world as it
pecked at the ground, looking for any insect or worm it could find.
Scavengers ave got to be the stupidest creatures ever
put on the earth. Ratford said quietly. Which is good
for us, cause theyre also the best tasting meat we can
get in the colony.
Really? I asked. There werent many around
where I was from; they were pests and farmers trapped them as soon
as they could. We never ate them though. What do they taste like?
Tastes like chicken. Came Drax. Only quite a bit
tougher. An you gotta get used to the smell when they cook;
its pretty rank. Dont worry, though, the smell blends
right in at the Old Camp. Heh heh.
By now he had notched an arrow and was taking aim. Ratford had done
the same. I stayed completely motionless, waiting for the shots.
Drax took in a deep breath and pulled back on the string. Now.
he whispered, and released his breath as he released the arrow.
I heard the thwwip! from Ratfords bow as well,
and watch as the two arrows plunged into the bird - one on each
side at the base of its long neck. It let out a sustaining scream
sounding like a deep throated crow, and staggered sideways. Then
came something rather unexpected - for me anyhow. The bird ran straight
on at the three of us. It charged wildly but alas, the blows it
had been dealt proved too much, and it crashed forward onto its
face barely five feet away from its assassins. Notice I said the
assassins, not including myself. This was because (though shamed
I am to admit it), I had backpedaled a considerable distance when
I beheld the beast coming for us! This aggression on the part of
the animal didnt seem to surprise the hunters, however, and
they held their ground rather confidently all the while.
I tried my best to get back to the men as quickly and subtly as
possible, hoping they hadnt noticed my flight. Do they
always do that? I asked.
As I said before - Scavengers are the stupidest animals God
ever created. Ratford answered as he pulled out a knife and
slit the animals throat, letting the blood pour out. They
always try their hardest to run in the direction of their wounding.
Maybe thats bravery. Retorted Drax.
No. Im prety sure its stupidity. Came
Ratford, as he kicked at the birds head, and the two men laughed.
Why dont you just trap them instead? I questioned.
Wouldnt it be fairly easy?
Easy, yes. Worthwhile? No. Drax answered. You
see, Scavengers are always found in packs, and they live up to their
namesake. If one were to be caught in a pair of jaws and start bleeding,
the rest would make short work of im. By the time a person
could come around to check the trap there wouldnt be anything
left for him to take.
Makes sense. I replied.
Yea. Hunting is all about patience. Ratford explained.
We just wait until one of the buggers wanders out far enough
to get a clean shot wiout disturbin the rest. You dont
want a whole pack of them on your back at once; they use those anvil
shaped heads of theirs like a hammer.
So what other creatures wander around here that I might need
to avoid? I inquired.
With what youre outfitted with? Everything. Ratford
smirked.
There are wolves about - big ones. Drax elaborated.
Used to be Wargs too, but they must have been killed out years
ago. Some people surmise they can see the barrier somehow;
you know how their eyes are glowing red? Ah, regardless, none wander
through the barrier that I know of. Maybe thats why the wolves
are so much tougher in here than on the outside, no other predators
to compete with.
So thats it then? I asked.
Well no; thats just mainly it. I mean, there are also
Shadowbeasts that stay to the thick forests, and are only active
at night. Then theres Lurkers and Bloodflies living near the
water. Oh, and of course Lizards, but where are those cretans not
hanging about, eh?
Ratford expounded even further. Theres some pretty nasty
beasts runnin around up in the mountains - most people dont
go up there. Theyre smart. Kicking at the Scavengers
head again he said Remember: bird, stupid; new bloke, smart.
Dont run straight into trouble like he did... and you might
just do alright. Ratford gave me a wink and a sidelong grin.
I felt good about their obvious approval of making my acquaintance.
Looking back now I think to myself: if only I had taken
their advice!
So... you two most use a lot of arrows in your profession.
I resumed. Ratford cocked his head curiously. I pulled out the six
arrows I had found earlier that I had riding in the back of my shirt.
Would you have any use for a few more?
Ratford replied Heh. We could use them a lot more easily than
you considering you dont ave anything to shoot em
with!
Indeed! Said I, agreeing with the humor. What
would you give me in exchange for them?
Ratford thought for a moment. Ill give you a round loaf
of bread and two apples for them. Looks like well be eating
meat tonight anyway.
Sounds fair enough. I replied, and was glad that my
foresight in gathering the arrows had ensured that I went to bed
that evening on a full stomach.
What else have you got in there?.. Drax questioned.
I surmised he had spotted the corked bottle of beer poking out of
my pouch. ..Ive got a powerful thirst.
How about a half bottle of beer? I said.
It would sound better if it were a full one.
Ah. But a half bottle would quench at least some of your thirst,
would it not?
True, true. He said. Tell you what. Give me that
bottle of yours and Ill promise you a pound of meat the next
time you see me.
When will that be? I asked.
Probably tomorrow, or maybe the next day. It depends on how
many of these shabby Scavs we can take down. Well be
bringing them to the Old Camp. Now... a deal or not?
A deal. And I handed him the bottle. Drax gulped it
down immediately, which made me wonder how gravely he viewed our
little agreement. Feeling quite refreshed though, he tossed the
bottle back to me and said that I would probably need it myself
for getting water. I hadnt thought of that, and appreciated
the gesture. They bid me on my way, for I had lingered too long
as it was.
The path was fairly wide now on level ground, and it led me along
the edge of the forest and eventually wound around to the river
that ran through the valley. Here were two men dressed in red uniform
which told me they must belong to the Old Camp. They were stationed
at a bridge crossing the river. It looked to have been an arched
stone bridge at one time, and big enough for a large wagon to cross.
The middle had collapsed however and in its place was a makeshift
wooden platform spanning the river. The guards were not on alert,
and were engrossed in conversation as I walked up. Somehow I could
tell that these two were not worth my time, and certainly not trustworthy.
As I passed I made eye contact with the guard sitting atop the crumbling
bridgehead. For some while he looked at me like I was a red-headed
stepchild needing to be beaten, and then suddenly bared his teeth
in an exaggerated mocking smile. I showed no emotion, and continued
across. From behind I heard one of them say Make sure you
get to the Old Camp. They have a pickaxe waiting for you!
At that they both laughed like two grammar school bullies.
I already have one, you buffoon. I thought quietly to
myself. On the other side I stopped at the edge of the water to
fill my beer bottle and refresh myself. I turned about to gaze at
the camp I was about to enter. It stood not more than a hundred
yards away. I had arrived none too soon, as the sun was beginning
to set behind the mountains to the west. They cast long shadows
across the valley, and as a result it darkened more quickly than
the sun would usually dictate. I imagined for a moment how such
a deep valley could have been formed, and although I knew better,
pictured an immense giant walking across the earth and stepping
into a mud puddle. His foot sinking down; the muck around it rising
up and hardening that way.
The wooden wall around the camp was immense, measuring every bit
of fifty feet in height if it were five. It was constructed of large
vertical timbers spaced a few feet apart, with planks running horizontally
on both sides of the supporting timbers. I could see this because
some of the outer boards were missing, allowing a view of the inner
part of the wall. It looked as though the lower section had been
filled with earth inside the hollow. The last ten feet of height
was made up of large hides stretched out and leaning inward, forming
a canopy of sorts. Only the topmost roofs of the castle inside could
be seen from this vantage point. Around the wall was a wide excavated
ditch, dry at the moment, save for a few shallow puddles here and
there.
I approached the entrance, which was taller still than the wall
it adjoined, and had it been made of stone and not wood, must have
surely rivaled the largest entry into the capitol of Myrtana. In
between two watchtowers was a gate made of timbers on a pivot at
half its length. It was obvious that with the release of a lever
the gate could swing down into place, at which point Innos himself
might have difficulty breaking through.
Two guards were patrolling the immense entryway. One of them shouted
Halt! with such volume that I turned to see if anyone
were behind me at a distance. No, indeed he was addressing me, and
stepping forward, inquired as to my destination.
I would like to enter the camp. I said as calmly as
possible.
You havent come here to make trouble have you!??
The guard gruffly asked. This was a foolish question intended to
provoke, and unfortunately for myself I stepped up to the challenge.
Why yes. Of course! Ive come here to take on the whole
camp single handedly.
Heh heh heh. The guard drew closer. I wasnt sure
just what he was thinking, but quickly found out. Youre
a funny guy. With that he struck me in the face with near
equal the force of the blow I received earlier from Bullit. I fell
to the ground, again, but this time didnt black out. The man
would have surely broken my nose if I hadnt turned my head
at the last instant.
I dont like funny guys! He said, and returned
to his post. I got up, feeling dizzy. I had a cut across my left
cheek that was beginning to bleed, so I walked back to the edge
of the river and tried to clean myself up. I was furious; at the
guard, at myself, at existence in general. I felt my emotions take
hold of my throat and tie it in a knot, as tears began to well up
in my eyes, one of them swelling and no doubt turning blacker by
the moment. I fought the tears back however, and swallowed the knot
back down to the depths of which it came from. I could not give
up, and I could not stay here. I walked back to the gate, and asked
the same guard if I would be allowed to enter. He hypocritically
answered Of course!" as if pretending to have never seen
me before; the rotten scoundrel.
There were so many things to describe once inside the camp that
I dont know if I can do it all justice. I saw that the outer
wall was not nearly so tall in here, as the earth had been built
up to it considerably. The castle in the center was also built on
a hill, creating a low part in the middle of the outer ring. All
around the perimeter of the palisade were ramshackle huts serving
as living quarters. Hovels were built up against the castle walls
also, and even rows in between. All of this may sound very spacious,
when in reality the whole scene was quite cramped, with men milling
about everywhere. Most were dressed not much better than I, save
for thicker pants and actual boots. Others were dressed in the scarlet
uniforms that once belonged to the real guards that
were stationed here to look after the captives. I later heard tell
that when the barrier was formed, and the purplish glow seared across
the sky for the first time, everyone was momentarily distracted
by the incredible phenomena. Gomez and a few other strong convicts
took advantage of the opportunity, and turned their pickaxes into
weapons. The whole colony erupted into chaos, with the more numerous
convicts emerging victorious. Gomez and men loyal to him retreated
into the castle, and thus began the circumstances in which the King
found himself forced to negociate with the prisoners of the irreversible
barrier.
I took a deep breath, and was sorry for it. I figured earlier that
Drax was jesting when he made a comment concerning the smell of
the Old Camp. He wasnt, for the odor was intense. Mens
perspiration mixed with urine and God only knows what else permeated
the air. There were men lying about near the front of the camp that
looked as if they had no living quarters, or else were sickly and
waiting to die. I turned to my left, and much to my relief I spied
Diego, slouching on a bench in front of his hut. He smiled warmly
as I approached, but then frowned as he noticed my wounds.
Well it looks like youve had a rough time of it already.
Was his remark.
I got on the wrong side of the gatekeeper apparently.
I groaned.
Diego cautioned: Learning to hold your tongue is an invaluable
asset around here. Murder isnt looked on favorably, but if
you arent careful you can get thrashed to the point of wishing
it were for your sake.
I am exhausted. Is there anywhere in this place I can spend
the night? I asked.
Yes. he answered, pointing across the width of the entrance.
For now you can spend your nights right out there in the middle
were you see the rest of those men. Of course, if you plan to stay
in this camp youll want your own hut. Youll learn how
you can get that eventually. I wanted to ask Diego more, but
another man dressed similarly to him walked over and interrupted.
I turned to leave, when Diego offered me a last piece of advice.
One more thing. I turned to face him. If you want
to wake up in the morning with the things youve found, you
had better sleep on them.
I nodded a thanks, and made my way over to the section of ten or
fifteen homeless men. It wasnt a talkative group and they
didnt pay me much attention. I squatted down and pulled out
my bread, apples, and bottle of water. I ate half of the bread,
and one of the apples, opting to save the other for breakfast. I
put the pickaxe under my legs, and tried laying on the sword. It
was quite uncomfortable, but with a little adjustment was finally
able to rest with the hilt under the small of my back. The pouch
was the hardest pillow I had ever used, but tried to ignore all
of these things as I looked up at the stars.
I listened to all of the sounds of the camp, the crackling of a
near-by campfire, the low hum of men talking, while others coughed
and snorted. Mixed in were the sounds of crickets chirping and bullfrogs
throating up a chorus. A falling star shot across the heavens. It
could have been the same sky I used to lay out under back home,
but it wasnt. I closed my eyes, and then opened them again,
hoping that somehow the scene would be totally different. It wasnt.
I tried again, this time keeping them shut longer. No, still the
same. The knot came back to my throat. I didnt fight it, but
just lay there, still as death. I felt little ants crawl along my
arms. They reminded me of the feeling going through the barrier.
The barrier; I was really here.
Dear God what now? What now?
My eyes closed and opened again, this time involuntarily. Closing......
opening... Closing.....closed................
To be continued in "The
Arena"
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