Talon of the Silver Hawk

by Raymond E. Feist

  Talon thought of Lela now and his stomach tightened.

  He missed her, despite the excitement of the journey. He had never known a woman before her; as was the custom of his people, he would have remained untouched by a woman until the night of his wedding. The practice was not always observed, especially among those who had no mate chosen during the year they reached manhood or 9261.01 3/13/03 12:53 PM Page 106

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  womanhood, but it was a tradition, and most Orosini followed tradition. Talon’s thoughts occasionally wandered to Eye of the Blue-Winged Teal and the other girls of his village; he wondered if they would have been as joyous in their lovemaking as Lela, who laughed and was playful as often as she was ardent. He pushed aside thoughts of his village and the girls he had grown up with, for it was still a painful subject for him if he dwelt upon it. Robert had taught him to keep his thoughts in the present or near future, for as Robert had told him, “To dwell in the past is to live in regret.’’

  As was becoming his habit, Talon studied his environment. The room hosted a dozen tables, so perhaps as many as fifty guests could comfortably fit; more, if they didn’t mind standing at the bar. Talon recalled the exterior of the building, compared it to Kendrick’s, and decided there must be six or eight rooms upstairs. Like most inns of the region, some guests would sleep here in the common room, under the tables for a few copper coins. While the floor might seem unwelcoming, with a heavy cloak to lay upon it, it was definitely better than trying to sleep in the open. The banked fire in the hearth would provide warmth throughout the night, and there would be a hot meal available upon waking.

  After a minute of quiet reflection, Talon saw the front door open and half a dozen burly men enter. They were all dusty and wore rough homespun. From their heavy boots with double-reinforced toes and uniformly massive builds, Talon assumed them to be porters, those who unloaded the trading wagons and carried crates to shops and warehouses throughout the city. They all walked quickly to the bar, and one shouted, “Angelica! Ella! Someone! We perish from thirst!’’

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  quietly for a moment, until Angelica appeared through the kitchen door. She greeted the porters by name and drew their drinks without asking their pleasure; obviously they were regular customers.

  Over the next few minutes another dozen or so men entered the inn, all of them workers, either porters like the first group or wagon drivers and teamsters.

  Caleb returned and sat down. “What have you learned?’’

  Talon glanced at his companion. For a moment he didn’t understand the question, as he had been sitting alone. Then he realized that Caleb was asking him what he had deduced from his observations. He told him about his guess as to the size of the inn, then added, “The stabling yard to the rear must be spacious, because it took our wagon with ease, and we will use only one of the rooms. I assume it can house as many as a dozen horses, perhaps more.’’

  “More,” said Caleb as a pretty girl entered from the kitchen and brought over a tray of food. “Talon, this is Ella.’’

  Talon glanced at the girl, who was slender as a reed, yet he instantly saw the resemblance to Angelica. She was perhaps a few years older than Talon, with blue eyes and very dark hair, made dramatic by a very pale complexion and pinkly rosy cheeks. She wore a plain dress of blue linen and a white apron, but the belt around her waist revealed a pleasing proportion and ample curves despite her being so slender.

  “Hello,” he said.

  She smiled, and instantly Talon was struck by how pretty she was. She put down the tray and glanced at Caleb with an open warmth, then said, “I’ll be back if you need anything.”

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  As she hurried back to the kitchen, more workers entered the inn. When she reached the bar, one of the arriving porters called out, “Ella!’’

  She paused for a moment and her expression darkened.

  “Hello, Forney,” she said, then without another word walked quickly into the kitchen.

  Talon studied the newcomer. He was a young man, perhaps Caleb’s age, sturdily built with a thick thatch of black hair. His clothing was rough, but relatively clean. He moved to the bar with his companions.

  Jacob came into the bar from the kitchen, greeted a few of the regular patrons of the inn, and came over to the table. Caleb pushed out a chair for him, and the young man sat down. “Your horses are bedded and fed. The bay mare was favoring her left front hoof, so I had a look at it. Picked up a small stone. Could be forming an abscess.’’

  Talon had picked out the hooves every night and when resting at noon, so the animal must have picked up the stone along the last leg of the journey.

  Jacob continued: “I’ll keep an eye on it.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. With an evil grin, he said,

  “So, has Forney seen Ella talking to you yet?” Caleb didn’t look amused. Jacob turned to Talon. “My sister has set her cap at our friend here, but young Forney over there is determined to marry her.’’

  Talon was still vague as to the marriage customs of these people, but he was beginning to sense things were nowhere near as formal among the city people—as he thought of everyone who wasn’t Orosini—as they had been at home. Not quite knowing what to say, Talon said nothing.

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  added softly, “If I ever do wed.” He gave them a slight smile. “Besides, if I read things right, Forney would have his work cut out for him even if I’d never set foot in Latagore.”

  Jacob laughed. “He does get on Ella’s bad side more than most, for some reason. But then it’s all of a piece, isn’t it? You want what you can’t have.’’

  Talon looked puzzled. Jacob noticed and said, “Ella wants Caleb here, but can’t have him, and Forney wants Ella and can’t have her. It’s the same, see?’’

  Talon didn’t, entirely, but he nodded as if he did. After a moment, he said, “Who is he?’’

  “Forney?” asked Jacob with a shrug. “He’s a good enough sort, but nothing special.’’

  Caleb raised an eyebrow and gave Jacob a sardonic half smile.

  “All right, so his father is the wealthiest shipper in the region.’’

  Talon didn’t know much about people of wealth, save those who visited Kendrick’s, so he said, “He dresses much like the others.’’

  “That’s his father’s doing. The old man wants the son to learn the business from the wagon hubs up. As I said, he’s not a bad sort.” Then he added, “Nothing like our mysterious traveling man, here.” He patted Caleb on the shoulder. “Ella’s had her cap set on him since she was . . .

  what? Fifteen?’’

  “That was four years ago, Jacob.’’

  Jacob nodded. “I keep telling her that if she got to know you, she’d change her mind, but you know how sisters are.’’

  “Not really,” said Caleb. “I have a brother, remember?”

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  lightness into his voice, Jacob said, “Magnus is hard to forget.” He pushed his chair back noisily and stood up.

  “Well, I have other duties to attend to. If you need anything, just ask.’’

  “We’ll be fine,” said Caleb.

  Talon wa
ited for a moment for Jacob to leave, then said to Caleb, “There are so many things I don’t understand about you people.’’

  “ ‘You people’?” repeated Caleb.

  “You and Jacob, and those back at Kendrick’s.” He struggled with the concept. “People who are not Orosini.’’

  Caleb glanced around the room. “It’s better that you forget you’re Orosini, at least when you’re within hearing range of strangers.”

  “Why?”

  “Someone went to a lot of trouble to see the Orosini dead, Talon. While you, alone, pose no threat to those people, the fact that you witnessed the calculated genocide of an entire nation makes you a potential . . . embarrassment.” He raised his voice. “Now, back to what you said; you don’t understand what?’’

  Talon looked away as if unwilling to meet Caleb’s gaze.

  When he spoke again, his voice was quiet and flat. “The . . .

  banter, I think is the word. The . . . joking, but not joking speech.’’

  “The teasing.’’

  “Yes, that’s the word. Lela does it with me sometimes, and there are moments when I don’t know if she’s serious about what she’s saying or not.’’

  Caleb shrugged. “That hardly makes you unique among young men, Talon.’’

  “Perhaps, but you’re older than I am, and I thought—’’

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  into his mug of ale. “Someday, perhaps, you’ll meet the rest of my family and see where I was raised. But even if you never do, you should know that my upbringing was anything but ordinary.” He glanced up and smiled. “I grew up as a blind man would among the sighted.’’

  “What do you mean?’’

  “One day I’ll explain that, but suffice it to say I was not a happy child. My parents are exceptional people, talented beyond imagining, but they had no means to heal what I saw as a flaw in my nature.’’

  Talon sat back, his expression one of open astonishment. “I perceive no flaw in you, Caleb. I judge you to be the best hunter I have known, and my people are renowned for hunting. I have studied enough with Kendrick with the sword to see you’re as gifted with the blade as with the bow.

  You’re plain speaking, yet thoughtful. You have patience and look deeply into things. What is lacking?’’

  Caleb smiled and sat back. “Becoming a student of human nature, aren’t you? Robert will do that to a man, given enough time. It’s one of his gifts. What is lacking,” he said softly, “is magic. My brother is not the only practi-tioner of magic in my family; rather I am the only one who does not have the gift. I grew up on an island where I was virtually alone in this.’’

  Talon said, “So Robert and your brother are both magicians?” He kept his voice low.

  “You didn’t know?’’

  “I never saw either of them practice, although . . .” He paused. “The lessons your brother teaches are all about using the mind, more . . .” He groped for a concept.

  “Stranger than the lessons in logic which Robert gives me.

  Magnus shows me how to do things”—he tapped his head—“in here, that I didn’t imagine were possible. Yet I have no talent for magic.’’

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  “You know that for certain?” asked Caleb, as if making light of the subject.

  “Among my people we have very few who are called to be . . . shaman, a magic priest. Each baby is tested, and those who have the talent leave their villages as children to study with the shamans. Among my people, there are a handful, and they . . .” Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Talon said,

  “It doesn’t matter. They are all dead.” He felt moisture gathering in his eyes and blinked. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt that.’’

  Caleb nodded. “It never goes away, completely. But you’ll discover other things in life.” His manner brightened. “My point was that while I’ve long since recovered from the imagined slights of my birth and upbringing, one thing I was never good at was understanding women. And like you, I was an ‘outsider’ when I first came to this part of the world, with no bearings to go on.” He took a drink of ale, then said, “On the other hand, learning can be very pleasant at times.’’

  Talon grinned. “It can be. Lela is . . .’

  Caleb finished for him. “Lela. She’s a lively lass, I’ll grant you that.’’

  “How do I . . .’

  “What?”

  Talon attempted to frame his thoughts. After a long silence, in which the two young men sat looking at one another while the porters engaged in a loud discussion in the background, Talon leaned forward, and said, “Among the Orosini our mates are selected for us by our parents. I have no parents, and I do not know about Lela’s parents—’’

  Caleb interrupted. “You’re thinking about marriage?”

  Talon blinked as if surprised to hear it put that way, but at last he nodded. “I don’t know what to do.’’

  Caleb said softly, “Talk to Robert.’’

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  Talon nodded.

  Caleb then said, “But I must warn you, I don’t think it’s going to happen, even should Lela be willing, which I don’t think she is.’’

  “But she loves me!” Talon said, just loudly enough to cause two of the porters to turn and regard him. With a laugh and a rude remark, they returned to their own conversation.

  “As I said, I am no expert on women, Talon. But this you must know. You are not the first lad to warm Lela’s bed.’’

  “I knew that,” said Talon.

  Caleb sat back as if considering his words. After a moment, he said, “What passes between a man and a woman is their own business. But I will tell you this. You know men who have been in Lela’s arms.’’

  Talon blinked, as if he hadn’t considered that. “Gibbs?”

  Caleb nodded. “Lars?” Again Caleb nodded.

  Talon said, “But Lars is with Meggie.’’

  “Now, but they fall out as often as not; Meggie is no one’s idea of a summer festival. She has qualities, but she can be a difficult woman.’’

  “But that’s not right,” said Talon.

  “Talon, it’s not a question of right or wrong. It’s the way it is. Among your people, your mates are selected and you can go through life knowing only one women, but here . . .”

  He sighed. “It’s different.”

  Talon appeared distressed.

  Caleb said, “You should know that I have been with Lela.’’

  Talon looked shocked. “You!’’

  “Last Midsummer, on the day Pasko and Robert found you, she and I drank too much ale and ended up spending the night together. And she has done the same with a few handsome travelers, as well.’’

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  Talon looked as if his world was falling in on him. “Is she . . . what is that word?’’

  “What word?’’

  “A woman who lies with men for money.’

  “A whore,” supplied Caleb. “No, my young friend, she is not. But she is a healthy girl who likes men, and she’s from a land where people don’t think twice about lying with one another for amusement.”

  Talon felt an empty pit form in his stomach. “It’s not right,” he muttered.

  Caleb said, “Go and wash your hands.” He waved toward the door into the kitchen. “The food will be here in a moment. Just remember that in most things, right or wrong depends on where you’re standing at the moment.

  My father’s people woul
d have thought having your life’s mate picked out for you by your parents to be . . . well, barbaric.” As Talon’s expression started to darken, Caleb added, “No offense intended, but I’m pointing out that things look the way they do because that is how you were taught as a child. And the rest of the world is vastly different from what a child can imagine. Now, go and wash.’’

  Talon stood up and made his way past the bar and into the kitchen. There he discovered familiar sights. Angelica and Ella were working alongside two others: a man who must be Jacob’s father, given their resemblance, and another man, who was obviously the cook. Talon found a bucket and soap and had a wash. When he looked up, he found that Ella was giving him a sidelong glance of appraisal.

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  where Caleb was waiting. He sat down and looked at the man he had considered to be a friend; yet he had been with the woman Talon loved! How was he supposed to feel now?

  Finally, Talon let out a long sigh and said, “I will never understand women.’’

  Caleb laughed and said, “Welcome to the brother-hood, my friend.’’

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  Early the next day, Caleb started his rounds of the city. Five or six times a year, Kendrick had specific goods shipped out to the steading, including wheat flour, rice, sugar, and honey, and seasonal items. But twice a year a special list was prepared and someone had to go into the city to purchase those particular items. Often it was Kendrick himself, but this time Caleb had elected to go.

  After the third shop had been visited, Talon was beginning to understand why. Caleb seemed to possess a knack for negotiations. He could sense when a merchant was ready to accept a lower price, or when he was at his limit. As they walked down the street to the next shop, Talon asked,