Micah clanged her sword on a rock and everyone grew quiet. “Where’s Betty Dwyer? She vouched for them. Those men attacked my children. Her life is forfeit,” Micah said with authority.
No one moved. Micah screamed, “Give me Betty Dwyer!”
And that had the desired effect of changing the people’s attitude. If Micah was so determined to make Betty Dwyer pay, then Gravenin was responsible. No one knew what caused the people to think poorly of Braden, Micah, and their companions while giving any credibility to Gravenin. Apologies rained from the crowd as they bodily dragged Betty forward. They threw her at Micah’s feet.
“You said you’d be responsible for them?” Micah asked in a low, dangerous tone. “You failed, but you don’t have to fail the village. There’s too much work to do for us to lose any more people. Don’t you realize that we’re going to fight a war?” Micah rested the blade of her sword on Betty’s shoulder. “The evil hanging over you in the form of your son and his partners is gone. I give you back your life.”
Betty rolled forward and sobbed. Micah sheathed her sword and waved at two strong looking young men to help them carry Ferrer from the field. The crowd broke up and people drifted away, back to what they were doing before the human deaths damaged the village’s calm.
Braden watched from the field, pleased that Micah hadn’t killed anyone, although no one would have blamed her. She was right, they couldn’t afford to lose anyone else, no matter the reason.
The Road to Trent
Destiny agreed to take Ferrer and Brigitte into her home, which meant that Bronwyn had to stay there, too, for as long as it took Ferrer to heal. The broken rib hadn’t caused any damage within the Rabbit’s body, and the only way to keep him from hurting himself was to keep him comfortable and still.
Bronwyn was torn because she wanted to go to Trent with the others. If she left, then no one would be able to talk with the Rabbits. Bronwyn’s parents were at McCullough because Bronwyn was supposed to spend time there to help the humans communicate with the Amazonians. Aadi could talk with them, too, but without Bronwyn or G-War, he couldn’t talk to the villagers. Poor Bronwyn. Twelve cycles old and the fate of humanity in the south rested on her small shoulders because of her gift.
Two cycles ago, she was treated as if she was crazy because she heard voices that no one else could hear. Until Braden and Micah arrived and discovered her gifts, that she was special, more so than any other.
Braden and Micah felt like they were abandoning the young girl, but they had no choice. They couldn’t wait for a full cycle of the moon before going to Trent where they wanted to find food for trade, maybe even recruit workers and soldiers.
Once the refugees were settled and the relationships established to best keep the peace, Braden, Micah, and the companions prepared to leave. Bronwyn was sad to see them go, but Brigitte said she had work to do and needed Bronwyn’s help. The Rabbit had a number of recommendations for the farmers to improve the fields.
‘There is too much work to dawdle with long goodbyes!’ Brigitte told them all over the mindlink in her soft Rabbit voice. She waved one furry paw, and then held Bronwyn’s hand as they skipped toward the fields. Delavigne and Patrice waved back, then helped the twins to sit in the back as Brandt leaned forward to get the wagon rolling. G-War crouched on the King’s head, looking for any signs of someone who intended to harm the companions. The Hawkoids flew circles around the group, keeping a close watch and refusing to hunt until Braden assured them that they were safe. Aadi had wedged himself into the back of the wagon where the twins took turns trying to climb on him.
The Rabbits were helping the toddlers hang on as Aadi floated within the wagon, giving the children the smoothest ride of all. The Wolfoids chose to run alongside Brandt when they had the wide open spaces that they liked so much. They asked Braden when they could bring the rest of their people from the ship. He told them soon and that was all he could commit to.
Max and Speckles were almost an afterthought. When Bronwyn was along, they did whatever she told them. Without her, they had to tie their leads to the wagon, and they trotted along behind.
Micah knew the people from Trent would be actively hostile if she and Braden rolled in with all the companions in tow, so she came up with a plan. Although not happy about it, the others agreed to wait while she and Braden rode the horses to the village, carrying the twins and G-War. The Hawkoids would not be far off, but Brandt, Aadi, the Wolfoids, and the Rabbits had to wait behind and not be in a position to help should anything happen. Even with G-War’s foresight, they would be too far away to make a difference.
Micah assured them that she could keep the villagers from attacking. If nothing else, she and Braden were armed with fully charged blasters and as she’d seen, the villagers were easily cowed by the power of the Old Tech.
Braden watched his partner closely. He knew she was anxious about returning home. She hadn’t left on the best of terms, but in the past two cycles, everything had changed, for her, for the south. She was not afraid. All she wanted was her parent’s approval. She wanted them to be happy for her, because she was happy with what they accomplished.
It took three uneventful turns to make it to the hills overlooking Trent on the Eastern Ocean. There was no road, but with Skirill and Zyena’s help, they found the best route for the wagon. The first tracks had been made, and the road to Trent had been blazed. Braden looked at the ocean and breathed deeply of the salty air. They’d reached both coasts and now had a trade route that spanned the width of the southern land.
The Free Trader had made an indelible mark on this country. Had his parents been alive, they would have been proud of him. He hoped that Micah’s parents accepted him and what he was trying to do. They could find no better protector of his daughter than Braden and the companions, just as she protected them.
They had to see that, didn’t they?
Hi, Mom
They stashed the wagon within a stand of trees, where the companions would anxiously wait. Skirill and Zyena flew ahead, sharing what they saw, the path to the village and its people. Micah was sure she spotted her mother, but didn’t see her father. It looked like a couple of the boats were at sea, and that probably explained why there were so few men.
Then Micah thought more and asked Skirill to fly south along the coast until he saw the next village. She wondered what the Hawkoid would see there.
Braden didn’t understand the hold up, but it was Micah’s village and her decision when they entered. So they waited while Skirill gained altitude and winged away toward Cornwall.
Despite Micah’s trepidation, Skirill didn’t see anything between the two villages. When he showed them what he saw of Cornwall, it looked the same. The ships were gone and there were few men in the open.
Skirill turned back north to join the others. Zyena remained perched in a high tree where she could see all of Village Trent. Since everything seemed peaceful, Micah said it was time to go. They dismounted and walked the horses toward the village, hoping that someone would see them before too long. G-War walked at their side, watching carefully and reaching out with his senses.
They were at the edge of the village before anyone noticed their approach. One cry from a child led to a muffled scream from his mother. Braden and Micah stopped the horses and waited. Women peered from around corners while one older man finally ran up, brandishing a trident that he jabbed toward them menacingly.
“Put that away, Alton!” Micah said in a commanding voice as she stepped forward, holding her son firmly with her left arm. The old man remained frozen in place. “Don’t you recognize me?”
He squinted. “These old eyes aren’t what they used to be, young lady. I may not recognize your blurry face, but I recognize the voice. That is the voice of the chief’s daughter. Is that you, Micah?”
“Yes, Alton, it’s me, and I’ve brought company,” she said calmly. “Is my father here or my mother? I wish to see them again.”
The old man leane
d his head to the side and yelled, “Mattie! Someone here to see you.” He turned back, raised the trident, and stepped forward with his arms wide to embrace Micah. As he got close, he stopped once he saw the child balanced on her hip. “Hey! Now who would you be?” Alton said as he leaned toward Axial with a big smile on his face.
‘I’m Ax. You know my mom?’ he asked using his thought voice. Braden and Micah both looked shocked.
“Wow! That sounded like it was right in my head. Micah, have you been gone that long that you have children this old?” Alton asked, assuming he’d heard Ax’s voice with his ears. Braden and Micah breathed a sigh of relief.
While Micah answered Alton, Braden talked to the children over the mindlink, letting them know that these people weren’t used to the way they talked. “Why” was all they asked in their little voices. Braden didn’t have the heart to tell them that people might be afraid. They might not be accepting of those who were special as they were.
Micah’s mother rushed forward, elbowing her way through the others who started to gather around. She stopped when she saw Micah, her expression torn between joy and sadness. Micah didn’t know what to think.
“Hi, Mom,” she said simply. “Meet your grandson, Axial.” Mattie looked at him in wonder.
“Have you been gone that long?” she asked, sounding like the old man.
‘Me! Me!’ ‘Tesh cried using the mindlink. Braden joined Micah, turning ‘Tesh around to see her grandmother. Mattie looked from ‘Tesh to Braden and back to Ax.
“Mother, meet my life partner, Braden. And this little girl is De’atesh. We call her ‘Tesh. These are our children.” She waited for her mother to get over her initial shock at seeing her daughter and her family. G-War stood between Braden and Micah, tail held high, rubbing his head on Micah’s thigh.
‘G, can you tell what’s going on?’ Braden asked using his thought voice.
‘Of course I can,’ the ‘cat replied.
‘Ass! Maybe you can tell me?’
‘Or maybe I won’t. There’s nothing to worry about. She’ll come around. I like that they don’t have any dogs here, but I smell fresh fish.’ Without another word, G-War worked his way through the crowd as surprised shouts followed his passing. He bolted for a cleaning rack and hopped onto it, burying his face in a fresh-caught, half-cleaned fish.
“Hey! Get that cat off there,” someone shouted. G-War’s ears perked up.
‘They know about ‘cats? Ask them! Ask them now where they’ve seen other ‘cats,’ G-War insisted.
‘Yes, but first, tell me, what is Micah’s mom thinking,’ Braden replied, blackmailing the ‘cat.
The Golden Warrior jumped down and ran behind a barrel as an older woman chased him with a broom. Braden smirked as the ‘cat deftly dodged and climbed to the roof. ‘She’s happy and afraid, afraid of what her husband will say when he returns from the sea. But she wants to hold the twins, very badly.’
Micah must have heard the exchange between Braden and G-War as she smiled and held a squirming Ax out. “Hold your grandson, Mom.” Mattie dropped all pretense of anger and hugged him to her, then little ‘Tesh squeezed in. The twins looked like two squashed bugs as their grandmother hugged them to her chest.
Braden leaned to the person who shouted about the cat. “You’ve seen other cats? Hillcats or normal cats? And where?”
“None are as big as that mangy creature. Cornwall down the coast has a bunch of ‘em. I never could stand the creatures. They’re so dirty,” the man said, convinced he was right. G-War harrumphed in disgust at the people who smelled of fish and sweat. The ‘cat took extra care in grooming himself while sitting on the roof, looking down on the crush of humanity. The scars on his sides prevented his hair from laying smooth like it used to, and the bite mark out of his ear added to the impression of a homeless scavenger. Braden sobered thinking of the pain the ‘cat had endured.
G-War was undeterred and singularly focused. ‘Sounds like we’re going to Cornwall,’ he told all of them over the mindlink.
“Come! Come on inside and let us get a good look at you,” Mattie told them, nodding for them to follow as her arms were filled with toddlers. Pulling Max and Speckles by their reins, Braden and Micah followed. The villagers looked at the horses, but with Mattie’s acceptance of her daughter’s return, the villagers welcomed all of them, even the horses.
I hope you’re as welcoming to the rest of our friends, Braden thought to himself.
There’s Nothing to Fear
They were quickly settled into the largest hut in the village where Micah’s parents lived. Two of her four brothers had taken wives and moved out. Her father and brothers were currently at sea fishing.
Micah was relieved that there hadn’t been a war with Cornwall.
Her mother was taken with the grandchildren. Braden and Micah sat, holding hands as they watched her mother carry on a full conversation with them without realizing how they were talking.
“Have you been gone that long?” she asked a second time.
“Just two cycles, mother, but the world out there is different and better and the same. I have so many stories of my life since I left, how I met Braden, fell in love with him, with our companions and how we’ve set up a trade route that crosses all the way to the Western Ocean,” Micah shared excitedly. She wanted her mother’s approval, wanted her to be proud of what Micah had accomplished.
“Companions? Western Ocean? Tell me more,” Mattie started, but then looked sternly at the children. “You shouldn’t interrupt your mother. I’m sure you love your pets, like that cat you brought. What? Not pets, but friends? Of course, you two little sweethearts, whatever you want to call them…” Micah’s mother cooed.
“I think it best if we show you what they were talking about. By the way, you realize that they aren’t talking out loud, right?” Micah asked. Her mother looked shocked, but quickly decided that she didn’t care. Mattie’s daughter had always been special, and she was proud, proud that her daughter had stood up to an arranged marriage.
Braden called for the others. Brandt had been unhooked, so they left the wagon where it was. He was tired of waiting so he ran. The Wolfoids could keep up, but it was too far for the Rabbits, so they traveled more slowly, pushing Aadi in front of them.
The twins each grabbed one of their grandmother’s hands and reached for their parents as they pulled them all toward the door. “What’s this? You want to show me your friends? Okay. Let’s go see them.” They all walked to the open space in the middle of the village where villagers cleaned fish and worked the drying racks. In the short amount of time they’d been inside, life had returned to normal. People were going about their business. G-War was taunting the old lady with the broom who continued to chase after him.
“Would you stop that!” Braden said aloud. G-War made a sharp turn and the older woman almost fell. “I’ve got him. Thank you,” he called to her.
Everyone stopped as they heard the sound of Brandt’s hooves pounding toward the village. People threw themselves out of his way as he slid to a stop, throwing dirt and dust over Braden Micah, Mattie, and the children.
After coughing and spitting out a mouthful of dirt, Braden said, “This is Brandt Earthshaker, King of the Aurochs. And these two are Bounder, Alpha of the Wolfoids, and his partner, Gray Strider. This is my bonded Hillcat. He is the Golden Warrior, a prince among his people.”
Micah put her arm around her mother as the twins pulled the older woman forward. She let go of their little hands so they gave up and ran to Brandt, who dipped his head for them to climb on his face and swing from his horns.
‘We are pleased to meet the mother of the ones who have given our people hope,’ Bounder said over the mindlink. Braden looked down at G-War, who shrugged. He’d made it possible for all of the companions to talk with Mattie. The twins didn’t need his help to talk with anyone, but the others did. Braden nodded his approval.
Mattie’s mouth hung open, a stunned look on her face. She wi
nced when Brandt spoke.
‘Our human companions have saved our lives more times than we can count. They’ve given us our freedom and brought equality to all the intelligent creatures of this planet.’ Brandt bowed as much as he could without throwing the twins from his horns.
‘You need to be proud of your daughter,’ G-War said in his most polite thought voice. ‘She is unequalled as a warrior and strong in her convictions. I suspect she gets both those traits from you.’
“I would have never known such creatures existed. And you can all talk!” Mattie said in surprise, then she laughed. “I guess we live a sheltered life here. Oh! And who are you?” she said as Aadi and the Rabbits arrived.
‘I am Aadi, First Master of the Tortoise Consortium, and I, like the others, cannot express how much Braden and Micah have enriched our lives. We all live because of them,’ the Tortoid stated smoothly.
‘I am Delavigne and this is my mate, Patrice. We have come from the great ship in the sky to live in the open air and help this world learn better farming skills,’ the Rabbit said in her dainty voice. Mattie reached out to scratch her behind her ears. The Rabbit’s pink nose wiggled in pleasure.
“Ship in the sky? Well, now, what can I say to all this?” she chuckled with the enormity of everything she’d just seen and heard.
“You can make them all feel welcome. They are intelligent creatures, our equals, and they are all leaders of their people. There are two more and I promise that’s it.” Micah pointed to the Hawkoids. On cue, they leapt from a high branch and soared toward the village, flaring and landing on a nearby roof.
‘I am Skirill of the Hawkoid Nation and this is my mate Zyena. We are pleased to meet you, mother of our favorite humans.’
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