by HP Mallory
“How so?” I asked, approaching him from behind the tree.
“Ye need trainin’ on how ta wield yer sword.” He inclined his head toward the base of the tree nearest him, where I saw my sword leaning against it.
“Why is my sword out here?” I cautiously approached the beautiful sword he’d forged and reached for it, half wondering if the visuals of exotic castles would blind me again. When I wrapped by fingers around it, however, I didn’t see or feel anything.
“Ah was teachin’ it.”
“What?” I asked rather indignantly. When I got within a few feet of him, he took my sword from me, and held it before him with admiration.
“Aye, Ah was teachin’ it ta recognize mah hold, an’ the feel of mah fingers.” He stretched his fingers out before tightening them around the grip of the sword again. “Ah was teachin’ it ta recognize me.”
I swallowed hard, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way he touched the sword, running his fingers down the blade as if it were the skin of a woman’s leg. “You almost sound like you think the sword is alive.”
“Och aye,” he snapped, turning his attention from the shiny steel and narrowing his eyes on me. “Everything from the haunted woods is alive, lass.”
I had no clue what to make of that so I remained silent. Tallis apparently took my silence as a tacit sign that I was ready to learn how to wield my sword, and handed the sword to me. After crossing his arms over his bare chest, he stood directly in front of me, wearing his poker face.
“What?” I demanded with annoyance. I guessed I was grumpy because I never felt exactly comfortable around this man. It seemed like I was always walking on eggshells.
“Which is yer dominant hand?"
I figured by that he meant which hand did I use most often. “This one,” I answered, waving my right one at him. He arched a brow, apparently finding my little wave slightly amusing. In the blink of an eye, though, any hint of humor was bleached right out of his expression.
“Grip yer sword with yer dominant hand,” he barked. “Take control of it. Show the sword that ye are the master, not it.”
Wrapping my fingers around the sword’s grip, I held it out before me, and tried to imagine how a master would hold a sword. Unfortunately, I’d never met any sword masters, so I didn’t have a very good feeling about the success of this task.
“Nae, nae nae, woman!” he guffawed as he ripped the sword from me. “Show yer dominance, damn ye!” His reprimanding roar made me wince in response, and he threw the sword into the dirt while closing the distance between us. I felt my heart climbing up my throat and averted my eyes from the blade of my sword, which was now sticking out of the ground. I felt Tallis’s fingertips on the bottom of my jaw as he lifted my chin, and forced me to look at him. “Ye wilna survive the Oonderground unless ye assert yerself. Ye cannae show ah semblance of weakness. An’ given yer innocence, ye will have ta prove yerself all the more.”
“Okay, I understand,” I said between gritted teeth.
“Again,” he ordered, motioning to my sword, which was still planted in the ground. “Take yer sword.”
With every ounce of willpower and courage, I reached for the sword and pulled as hard as I could. I nearly toppled over when the earth released it. With my eyes narrowed on Tallis, I gripped the sword tightly and held it out directly in front of me, aiming the tip right between Tallis’s eyes. I didn’t even know what I was doing until after I did it. But now, after seeing the utter surprise in Tallis’s midnight blue gaze, I was pleased with myself.
With his eyes riveted on mine, he simply rested his fingers on the tip of my blade before pushing it down. He stared at me for another few seconds, both of us engaged in a war of wills, me striving to prove that I was much stronger than he gave me credit for, while he had to decide whether or not I was telling the truth.
“Grip yer sword with yer dominant hand,” he repeated again, this time in a raspy-throated voice that sent butterflies into the pit of my stomach. What felt like burning was taking shape in the depths of my core. The tone of his voice was the type of throatiness that accompanied sex, or so I imagined. The more I thought about it, the more I began to see Tallis Black as the epitome of everything sexually attractive in a man. From his obvious masculinity and incredible strength, to his eyes, which could tear my clothes off with just a glance, Tallis Black equaled unparalleled lust. What made it so bizarre though, was that he was also celibate, well, as far as I could tell anyway.
“Grip below the guard an’ take hold of the pommel.”
“What’s the pommel?” I asked with no ounce of apology. Instead, I held his gaze and narrowed my eyes, while holding my chin higher.
“The bottom of the sword,” he whispered.
I did as he instructed before facing him with tight, dry lips. “Now what?”
“Usin’ yer left hand, grip the sword tightly with yer ring, middle an’ yer wee finger.”
I figured he meant my pinky. As he examined my grip, he nodded before approaching me again. This time, he yanked on the bottom of my shirt before lifting it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I demanded, moving away from him.
He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me toward him again. “As Ah am yer tutor, ye will pay me the decency of trustin’ me.” Glaring at me until I nodded, he reached for my shirt again and lifted it up to expose my midriff. He swiped his index finger across my waist and settled it right on top of my belly button. I didn’t know if the goose bumps were from the chill in the air or his touch.
“Hold yer sword so that the pommel is just above yer belly button,” he said while placing his index finger on my belly button, apparently in case I forgot where it was. With his stern gaze on me again, he continued. “Never rest the sword on yer stomach an’ always point the tip between yer sternum an’ throat.” He took a breath. “When strikin’, stab at the sky, bringin’ yer left hand up past yer eye,” he said as he backed up a few paces. Hefting his enormous sword, he enacted what he’d just told me. I was grateful he used body language to show me what he meant, considering half the time I didn’t understand a word he was saying. “Then come down, usin’ yer right hand ta guide the blade an’ usin’ yer left hand ta set the force into the blade.” He brought his sword down, slicing the air. Then he set it on the ground again and faced me. “The right hand should be yer axis point.”
I didn’t budge in my stance and my fingers were still wrapped around the sword’s grip with the blade awfully close to my throat.
“Now ye try, Besom,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest, ready to judge my every move.
I nodded and tried to remember his instructions. Lifting the sword up past my eye, I came back down, and hoped my right hand did most of the work. Thinking I was rather adept with my move, I eyed Tallis with a large grin. “How was that?”
He shook his head. “Ah’ve seen wee bairns do better.” The smile dropped right off my face but I wasn’t given any option to respond. “Never mind that now though. Now we focus on the footwork. Put yer left foot behind yer right foot an’ stand on the ball of yer left foot.” I tried the fancy footwork and nearly toppled over. “Keep yer balance, lass!” Hitler ordered.
“I’m trying to!” I snapped back at him.
“When ye strike, ye push with yer left foot, slidin’ yer right foot on the ground an’ raise yer sword like this.” Pushing back with his left foot, he slid his right foot along the ground while raising his sword. With no other options, I tried to follow suit, but the incredible weight of the sword, combined with my own wobbly balance didn’t manage to impress Stalin.
He quickly barked the next set of orders, acting them out in perfect harmony. “Now bring yer left foot back inta position an’ strike!” He stressed the last word and then glared at me when I made no motion to imitate him. “Dinnae stand there like ah stookie!” he railed. I hastily moved my left foot back and lurched out with my sword, managing to demonstrate the perfect face plant. Luckily, the sword fell first and I only e
nded up with a face full of dirt instead of steel blade.
Tallis offered his hand and I accepted it. Pulling me onto my feet, he wore the expression of disappointment. After fully regaining my balance, he simply shook his head. “Thank goodness for yer bonnie face, lass.”
I figured he meant without it, I wouldn’t be worth my weight in feathers. I frowned and dusted myself off before standing up to my full five foot eight inches. “Let me remind you, Mussolini, that this was my first time handling a sword!”
Tallis continued to glare at me, but seconds later, he burst into raucous laughter. He shook his head, hoisting his sword over his shoulder then did the same with mine. He turned and started for his ramshackle home as the nascent sun began to ascend.
“Mussolini!” he repeated with another loud chuckle and another shake of his head.
“I entered on the deep and savage way.”
– Dante’s Inferno
NINE
I had no idea where Tallis disappeared for the rest of the day. After seeing him early in the morning, when we returned from our unsuccessful sword lesson, he more or less vanished. I imagined the Grevels had gone with him as they were also nowhere to be found. Tallis had taken both my sword and his, but I spotted four discarded swords behind the cabin so I stayed busy by practicing his instructions on how to grip a sword while wielding it. Although I preferred having privacy while I practiced, Bill insisted on watching me. And, yes, he more than adequately filled the role of the peanut gallery, as expected.
The sun dropped from the sky and night stretched her cloak of darkness, I finished my practicing for the day and headed inside with Bill at my heels. Tallis had left his cabin unlocked so we made ourselves comfortable. After Bill made a roaring fire, I heated up a potful of water. When it was hot enough, I took the pot off the fire and demanded Bill go outside so I could give myself a full body wipe down. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d bathed, but I wasn’t about to go traipsing through the haunted woods in search of a stream or lake to wash in. Nope, it was better to be dirty than dead.
“Dude, I’m tired of being a soap dodger,” Bill said after I opened the door and allowed him back inside again. With a frown, he reached for the pot of hot water I’d heated up for him. Without saying anything, I offered him an understanding smile, handing him a two-foot wad of muslin I’d found wedged in the corner of the house. I’d used the other half to wash and dry myself. Bill reluctantly accepted the piece of material with a frown, but opened the front door of the cabin, and closed it behind him.
A few minutes later, the door opened again and I was about to reprimand Bill for not washing himself thoroughly enough when I recognized Tallis. Glancing at me as I sat on the floor in front of the fire, he merely nodded quickly in greeting. I knew better than to ask him where he’d been all day. Instead, I watched him deposit a large sack he was carrying onto the ground.
“Where is the angel?” he asked.
I inclined my head to the door. “He’s in the back, washing up.”
Tallis nodded. “We leave tonight.”
My eyes widened involuntarily. “We leave for where tonight?”
“To the river,” he answered, walking to the far corner of the small room, where he shifted the table to the side, along with the makeshift chair. He leaned down and opened the top of a roughly hewn pine box that resided just below the table. He fished inside it until he procured a small sack. Shaking the sack, the sound of coins jingled through the velvety material. Then he looked over his shoulder at me. “Dinnae think ta steal from me.”
“Really?” I asked angrily, shaking my head as I wondered if it was even possible for Tallis Black to be any more disagreeable. “As if I would steal from you!”
Without another word, he turned back to sorting through the box as I stood up and started for the door. I was already fed up with him even though we’d only been in one another’s company for a matter of minutes.
“Lass, Ah didnae mean ta offend ye.”
I paused, but kept my hand on the doorknob. “Well, whether you meant to or not, you’re really getting good at it.”
“Ah donnae believe ye would steal from me.”
I figured that was as close to an apology as I would get. And the truth was that I was more than curious about the river we were bound for. It was better to focus on Tallis’s plan moving forward. Yep, getting offended wouldn’t help anybody. “What river are you talking about?”
I couldn’t help my eyes as they fell from his head to… his forearms. As soon as I focused on them, I felt my jaw drop open accordingly. He had two serious gashes on both of his arms. The wounds started at his wrists and extended all the way to his elbows. It looked like he’d slit his entire forearms open. There wasn’t any blood, but the flesh was filleted, the gashes maybe a quarter of an inch wide. They were an angry red, and beyond swollen. After witnessing his rapid healing abilities, I didn’t know why these wounds hadn’t already mended themselves.
He noticed me noticing him and frowned at me. I lifted my eyes from his shredded forearms to his face, and watched him narrow his gaze. His expression said in no uncertain terms that he didn’t appreciate prying guests. So I didn’t pry. If he wanted to flog and cut himself, then so be it. That was his business.
“The river Styx,” he offered, in response to my question.
“What?” I asked in shock. “You mean, we’re going to the Underground City… now?”
He nodded as he reached inside the pine box and produced three small daggers. Each one was faded with weathered wooden handles and uneven steel blades that looked hand-chiseled. He put them on the floor beside the sack of what I assumed were coins. “We have waited long enough an’ now we will make our move.”
“But, but I’m not ready!” I almost screamed as my heart plummeted to my feet. If we went to the Underground now, I was as good as dead. There was no way I could defend myself. “You saw how poorly I used my sword! There’s no way I’m ready yet!”
“Ah received ah sign that said we must leave now,” Tallis said, ignoring my outburst.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” I started stiffly. “If I go to the Underground City now, I will die!”
But Tallis didn’t seem overly concerned or concerned at all. Instead, he continued to search through the pine box for God only knew what. “Ah have taken care of it.”
“Taken care of what?” I railed back at him, my heart hammering so hard, I wondered if I was having a heart attack.
“Everything,” he answered succinctly, placing a handful of what appeared to be fishing hooks beside the daggers.
I was so angry and scared, my hands were shaking. “Look, I know you don’t give a damn about me,” I started, but as soon as the words left my mouth, the anger fueling them dissolved. Instead, I became consumed by an inordinate sense of despondency and terror.
My words finally sparked some interest in him because he stopped rifling through the box and turned to face me, flattering me with his full attention. “I know you don’t care if I live or die,” I continued. “I know I mean nothing to you, and am more of a hindrance than anything else.” My voice wavered as tears flooded my eyes. “But you also don’t understand what I’ve been through and how hard I want to succeed.” I closed my eyes and fisted my hands, digging my nails into my palms to stop myself from crying in front of him. “I have to succeed.” After regaining my composure, I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to go to Shade.” The mere thought of one hundred years in limbo had my whole stomach turning on itself. “If there is any humanity left in you at all, please don’t make me do this, not yet … not until I’m fully prepared.”
He stared at me for a few seconds with those hollow eyes as I continued resisting the urge to cry. Whatever happened, I didn’t want to show any more weakness than I already had.
There was no expression on his face at all. “As Ah said, Ah have taken care of it.”
I wasn’t prepared for what I did next. My body must
have been on autopilot because I didn’t even think about my actions before executing them. I launched myself at him and grabbed his upper arm. He shot to his feet, but I didn’t release him. Instead, I stared up into his face as tears began bleeding down my cheeks. They were not tears of sadness, however, they were tears of outrage. “You cold bastard!” I screamed at him. “I’m not ready to go! I won’t go!”
“Ye will be safe,” he growled, between clenched teeth.
“Safe?!” I yelled at him, shaking my head at the absurdity of it. “How can I be safe if I can’t protect myself?!”
His eyes were angrier than I’d ever seen them. Shoving me away from him, he pushed me so hard, I nearly fell over. I had to support myself on the wall. Before I could respond, he held his forearms out to me, yelling, “Ah ensured yer safety with mah own blood!”
I was speechless for a few seconds as my eyes returned to the gashes down his forearms. Completely bewildered, I stared into the void of his eyes. “I don’t understand,” I admitted softly, hot tears still rolling down my cheeks.
He dropped his arms and returned to the pine box, kneeling down again, and refusing to look at me. “Ah bathed yer sword in mah blood.”
“Why?” I whispered. I suddenly had the urge to reach out to him and apologize, but I knew better. He was like a feral animal.
“’Twas the only way ta ensure yer safety.”
“How would that,” I started.
“Druid magic,” he interrupted. Before I could further interrogate him, the door opened to reveal Bill in the entryway. His mouth was open as if he wanted to say something, but when his eyes settled on me, his eyebrows knitted in the middle and an angry grimace captured his entire face.
“Why is she cryin’, you son of a bitch?” he yelled at Tallis. Tallis immediately stood up and glared at the much smaller man. “What did you do to her, dammit?” demanded the angel.
“Naethin’.”
“Nothing, Bill,” I said, holding my hands up in submission. “It’s okay. He didn’t do anything to me.”