Every now and then Oarly would ride for a short time, just to rest his legs. He didn’t like being out from behind his living wind-block, though, so he never rode long.
They crossed another ridge and, instead of cutting down and up through the valley it sided, they skirted around it. The next valley was deep and, even though the temperature seemed well below freezing, the stream that ran through it flowed with an audible gurgling force. The top of the ridge opposite the valley from them sported the cave where Hyden, Vaegon, and Loudin had once waited for Borg to find them.
As Hyden led the group down from the heights through the knee-deep snow he saw something that didn’t alarm him as much as it discouraged him. Animal tracks, big ones, left by a four-legged creature, most likely a bear. Using his keen vision, Hyden saw that they led from the cavern mouth down the rock-strewn slope into the thickly forested streambed and back up again. Apparently the cavern wasn’t empty anymore. If they had to, he decided, they could easily kill the bear and use its meat to sustain themselves. Its pelt would make an excellent cover for the cavern mouth.
The problem was, it might be a female readying for hibernation, with cubs growing inside her. If it was, Hyden couldn’t even run it out of the cavern. He would have to find out before they proceeded. Normally, he would just send Talon across the valley to take a peek, but the hawkling was off searching for Borg. If the bear was cubbing, they didn’t dare camp in this valley. What was worse, Loudin’s valley was just beyond the cavern. To get there, they either had to cross over the ridge right by the cavern mouth, or skirt around the treacherous granite cliffs that formed the knife-like ridge before them. It could take days for them to get around, and for the first time Hyden’s confidence in his plan to leave the village early was faltering.
“Lieutenant,” he called out. “Ease the group down by the tree line and be ready for anything. I will be back shortly.”
“What is it, Hyden?” Phen asked. His curiosity was piqued by the sudden command.
“There is a big bear living in our shelter cave. If it’s a male, we’ll kill it and let its death give us life. If it is a female, then we will be forced to not only find new accommodation, but also a different route.”
“Wh- wh- why d- do we n- need to be ready?” Oarly asked, his chattering voice full of alarm.
“The bear might not be in its cave,” Hyden said simply. “It could be fattening itself up on fish or deer down there.” He laughed at the dwarf. “It’s just a bear, Oarly.”
“Bah!” Oarly waved him off with a grumble. “J- just uh fa- fa- fargin ba- bear-”
“Come on, dwarf,” Lieutenant Welch said as politely as he could manage. “We’ll keep you safe. Let’s get down there by the trees and out of the wind.”
Phen looked at Hyden longingly. He wanted to go with him to explore the cavern. Hyden saw it in the marble-colored boy’s expression. No doubt even a giant ice bear would have trouble sinking tooth or claw into Phen’s skin. Hyden laughed.
“I’m not going to walk over there, Phen, or I’d let you come along.”
“Aye,” Phen said a little dejectedly. “I can’t wait until we get somewhere. I want you to teach me some of your new spells.”
“Soon,” Hyden promised. Then, with the wave of his hand and a smoking, crackling, pop, he vanished.
Hyden appeared a few feet back from the mouth of the cavern. As luck would have it, a huge pregnant female bear was just emerging. Hyden barely had time to blink the smoke from his eyes and take in his surroundings when the protective mother roared out in protest. Hyden, not so used to his newfound magical abilities that he instinctively went to them for defense, did what came naturally to him. He turned and ran.
His first few steps found purchase in the icy rock, but a steep, snow-drifted embankment swallowed him up as he fell into it. A moment later, with the bear lunging through the deep drift as if it weren’t even there, Hyden burst out of its base. Like a tumbling stone, he flipped end over end down to the tree line opposite the quest party. Far too closely behind him, the enraged mother bear charged down the hill like a cat chasing a ball of yarn.
“B- by D- Doon,” Oarly said loudly as he scrambled up onto a boulder to get a better look.
“Oh my,” Telgra gasped, her sharp eyes able to see more vividly what the others were looking at.
“Krey, Mort, ready your bows, and get on your horses.” Lieutenant Welch scrambled to his own animal. “We have to stop that bear before it gets him.”
“No!” Telgra yelled. “Do not harm the bear.”
The Lieutenant looked at her as if she were daft.
“It’s a female, and she's with cub,” Telgra pleaded while Hyden gathered momentum. “Just look at the swell of her belly.”
“Hyden looks like a snowball now,” Phen interjected with a chuckle. “He’ll be all right, Lieutenant. The bear won’t hurt him.”
Lieutenant Welch studied Phen’s expression. This was one of those moments the High King had warned him about. He had heard Hyden Hawk’s speech about protecting the bear if she was with cub, but by the gods, if Hyden were to die out here, what then?
“Bron Omea Hedge,” Hyden’s voice called out from across the valley as he somehow managed to stop his tumble. He was pointing up beyond the other companions. “Bron Omea Hedge!” he yelled again. Then, with a look over his shoulder, he half limped and half ran into the thick row of trees that lined the stream at the valley bottom. The bear was right on his heels.
“By Doon, what did he say?” Oarly asked.
“I think he said ‘brown over the ledge,’” Phen answered.
“He said ‘run!’” Telgra shook her head at the two of them. “Run over the ridge.”
“Why would he want us to run?” Phen asked. “Hyden needs our help. I’m not going to run. I’m going to help him. That bear can’t hurt me.” He stalked down into the trees on a line to where Hyden and the bear had entered.
“By the gods, King Mikahl was right,” Lieutenant Welch said excitedly. “You people are mad, or drunk, or both.” Even as he said the words, Lady Telgra darted off into the trees at a different point and in a different direction, but parallel to Phen’s route.
Oarly tried to climb onto a loaded pack horse, but only managed to pull the packs loose and fall into a heap in the snow. The loud sound of branches crunching underneath something large and heavy echoed through the afternoon. Lieutenant Welch reluctantly jumped off his horse to help Oarly. “Lead the horses up to the ridge,” he snapped at his men. “Hurry, we can’t stand to lose the pack horses.”
Jicks and the archers did as instructed. The lieutenant was glad he gave the order when he did, because just moments later his own horse bolted in terror when Hyden and the snarling bear came tearing out of the trees straight at them.
The lieutenant froze in shock. He’d never seen such a huge creature. Its wide, round head was as big as a horse’s rump, and its tiny black eyes were full of something akin to rage. Nevertheless, without hesitation, he drew his blade and stepped protectively over Oarly, who was struggling in the deep snow.
“No!” Hyden tried to change his course away from them. He knew, though, that it was too late. The lieutenant was committed to protect the dwarf. A sadness came over Hyden that nearly caused him to falter. The last thing he wanted to happen was for the bear to get hurt. He didn’t understand why Oarly hadn’t fled with the others like he had told him to. Now, disaster was impending as Hyden streaked past and the bear turned its attention to the other two.
It was hard to say who screamed louder: Oarly, the lieutenant, or Hyden.
“Dien,” a huge, bellowing voice thundered through the valley, overpowering all of them. “Sepan Leif! Dien! Dien!” the voice continued. Then in the unmistakable common tongue, the same voice said, “Stay your sword, man!”
To everyone’s amazement, the bear, which was right upon them, lurched and veered past. The lieutenant’s immaculately kept steel passed only inches from the creature’s skin. In
fact, a tuft of fur came floating lazily down toward the wide-eyed, shock-frozen dwarf at his feet.
Hyden dodged and twisted. He had expected to hear the grunting collision of flesh on flesh, or the lieutenant’s armor crunching beneath the impact of the animal’s great weight, but he didn’t. Instead, he heard Borg. Not sure if the creature was still on his heels, he dove to the side and tumbled to a stop.
“Bahhh,” Oarly growled as he got to his feet.
Hyden shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs brought on by his tumble. His face was hot and stinging from where branches had raked and slapped it on his flight through the trees. His body was glazed in sweat, and now he was freezing, especially from his knees down where he was soaked from running through the stream.
Suddenly, Telgra’s shrill scream cut through the air. Phen called her name twice from inside the wooded area at the valley bottom and then let out a yell himself.
Just as Hyden was finally able to turn and look in that direction, a big, hot-breathed muzzle engulfed his face. There were teeth and wild eyes. For a moment he thought it was the bear, but it wasn’t. A huge, slobbering tongue sloshed across his cheek. The sensation, even the smell of the creature’s breath, was familiar. Huffa didn’t wait for his recollection. She pounced on him and began licking him as if he were a piece of salt rock.
The low, insistent growling of another pair of great wolves held Oarly’s attention. The terrified dwarf was on his feet now, his dagger in one hand, and a small hatchet in the other. The wolves weren’t growling at him, though. They were growling at the huge bear they were trying to herd away from the group.
“Urge her home, Oof,” Borg called from the top of a rocky precipice at the head of the valley.
Standing there, with his staff in hand, silhouetted by the clear blue sky, he looked thirty feet tall, like some dark-robed arctic god. He was only half that height, but to those who had never seen a full-blooded giant he was as imposing as could be. Even the white-furred great wolves looked huge.
Borg started striding down the slope in that long, loping gait that only giants can manage.
Telgra’s shrill shriek split the valley again, only this time it was tinged with delight, instead of terror. A moment later, she and Phen came out of the trees. She was riding one of King Aldar’s great wolves, while Phen was jogging along beside them. Both were grinning broadly.
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“Well met, Hyden Hawk,” said Borg, with a smile. Unlike the primitive-looking breed giants, Borg looked like a thrice overgrown man. While Oarly found this frightening, Phen and Lady Telgra were intrigued by his size. The soldiers had seen Borg when he was in Dreen, so to them, he was familiar. To all of them, his presence was both encouraging and a relief at the same time.
“I hope you're being sarcastic, my old friend,” Hyden said. He stood and ruffled the scruff of Huffa’s neck, then began brushing the icy debris off of his soaking wet britches.
“In those furred cloaks, I thought you were a pack of gremlets,” Borg laughed. “I almost let nature take its course. Only your bowman's horse bolting through the trees gave you away.”
“Thank you for intervening,” Lieutenant Welch said. “Come on down, lads. Hobble the horses and build us a fire. Sir Hyden Hawk will be needing some heat.”
“Thank you, Lieutenant,” said Hyden.
“They are beautiful.” Telgra looked up at Borg from the back of a young male great wolf.
“His name is Yip,” Borg replied, taking in her elven features. Her amber gaze made her look wild. “I think he likes you.” Borg’s eyes scanned the others but then stopped on Phen. After a moment, he burst into a deep, rumbling laugh.
Phen scowled up at him and then glared at Hyden.
“Ah, young Phen,” Borg sighed through his glee. “Hyden Hawk has told me much about you and your predicament.”
“It’s not funny,” Phen said.
“No, I suppose it’s not funny to you,” Borg agreed. The giant looked at the soldiers leading the hesitant horses back into the valley. Then he glanced around the area until he saw Oarly. The dwarf was staring up at him and shivering.
“Master Dwarf,” Borg said, bending at the waist to extend a hand down toward him.
Oarly looked unsure as to what to do with a hand that could cover his whole head as if it were an apple. Slowly he reached up, grabbed two of Borg’s fingers, and shook them in greeting.
“Let’s make camp here,” Hyden ordered from his place by the pile of deadfall that Jicks was trying to light. “I would like to visit my friend’s resting place, and I need to speak to the Southern Guardian alone.”
Just then, Spike leapt out of the saddle pack in which he had been riding. The poor lyna was trembling with terror from the scent of the wolves. It leapt to the ground toward Phen, but the little spiked cat could do no more than hop a few inches at a time through the deep, fluffy snow.
“No!” Phen yelled sharply when Yip darted his nose in to sniff the creature.
The wolf jumped back, yelping loudly. One of Spike’s needle-sharp quills was sticking out of its nose and Telgra was thrown from it’s back. Being elven, Telgra’s reflexes and grace allowed her to land well. Rising from her cat-like crouch, she fought away a flush of embarrassment and went to pick up the frightened lyna cat.
“Get yourself dry, then go, Hyden,” Lieutenant Welch said after a moment. “If you two leave a few of those wolves behind to keep the bear away, we will be all right until you return.”
Huffa left Hyden Hawk’s side, and after growling and nudging at Yip, she took up a position a little above the camp where she could see the bulk of the valley. Yip wagged his way over to Borg, who checked the wolf’s nose and gave him a loving pat on the head. After only a few minutes by the fire, Hyden, Borg, and two of the great wolves started into the trees to cross the valley.
Hyden saw the miraculous sight long before they were upon it. A ring that was twenty paces across formed of bright blue flowers encircled the rock pile grave where Loudin was buried. Despite the fact that it was mid-autumn, the flowers were in full bloom.
The man had died saving Ironspike from Pael’s evil minions. Hyden remembered watching the sword tumble through the air only to bury itself in the center, where they later buried their friend. The blade’s powerful magic no doubt fueled the magical growth. It was like a droplet of spring in an otherwise snow-covered opening in the forest.
“More men like Loudin in the realm, and it would be a far better place,” Hyden said as they approached the burial mound. “I didn’t know him long, but I knew him well. May the goddess grant him peace eternal.”
“Well said,” Borg murmured softly. He moved away and stood silently at the side for a while. He only spoke when Hyden stood and starting striding out of the magical circle of flowers.
“Where did the elven woman come from?” he asked. “There’s an air about her.”
“She's the daughter of the Queen Mother, Borg.” Hyden shrugged as if it were all beyond him. His eyes were still glazed with the memory of Loudin, but he continued speaking, glad for the change of subject. “She has lost her memory, and seeks the Leif Repline.”
“Why isn’t she traveling with a group of her kindred?” Borg asked.
“They died in an attack on the Isle of Salaya.”
“King Mikahl touched on that subject when I was in Dreen. What will she do once you’ve left the fountain pool and continue north for the Verge crystal? Does she know that the Leif Repline isn’t your final destination?”
“Aye, she does,” Hyden said. He looked skyward and grinned broadly. Talon was approaching. The hawkling was excited about something, but Hyden could tell that the bird was tired from carrying the extra weight of its condition. Borg followed Hyden’s gaze and his expression went grim.
“King Aldar will be surprised at the size and composition of your party, Hyden. Five kingdom men, a dwarf, an elf, and a living statue are going to cause quite a stir in Afdeon.”
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n held out his arm for Talon to land on. Already he and the hawkling were communicating mentally in a way that was second nature to both of them. Talon landed, and worked his way to Hyden’s shoulder. Hyden absorbed Talon’s thoughts as if he were drawing a breath into his lungs.
He looked up at Borg and cringed through his sheepish grin. “Make that six humans, two elves, a dwarf and a living statue.”
“What?” Borg asked, his expression incredulous. “If there were more of you in these mountains, I would know.”
Hyden chuckled uneasily. “An elf and a human monk are a little over a day behind us. They are what’s left of Princess Telgra’s party. I have to admire their persistence.”
Borg snapped a command in the old language. The great wolf, Yip, listened alertly and then went bounding away. Borg wasn’t showing distrust, Hyden knew; the Southern Guardian was upset that someone was in his land without his knowledge. To Hyden’s surprise, a pair of chitter birds came spiraling down. They warbled around the giant’s head, whistling and chirping intensely.
“Dien!” the giant called out so loudly that the birds darted a few feet away.
Yip, who was already tearing up the far valley side at breakneck speed, heard the command and slowed himself to return. “It seems my messengers are growing lax.” Borg chuckled. “It is as you say. Do we divert them, leave them behind, or do you want to wait for them?”
Hyden sighed. “I think we’ll wait.” He took a piece of dried meat from his pack and fed it to Talon. The hawkling ate it greedily. “I only hope King Aldar will shelter us for the winter. I never intended for the group to grow this large.”
“He wouldn’t refuse you anything, Hyden Hawk.” Borg gave a booming laugh. “As a matter of fact, he might even surprise you.”
“Surprise me?”
“I’ll not say more about it.” Borg turned and started leading them toward the pass where the others were. “I wish I could join your quest.” Borg’s voice was sincere. “I’m anxious to see how your group fares after you leave the Leif Repline and King Aldar’s protection.”
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