Bloodstone Part 1
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Bloodstone.
by Barbara Campbell.
Acknowledgments.
The gang at The Never-Ending Odyssey 2005, who helped me celebrate the publication of my first novel and reviewed the opening chapters of this one. Special thanks to Bob Cutchin, Geoffrey Jacoby, Laurie Lemieux, Susan Sielinski, and Susan Winston.
Laurie Lanzdorf and Michael Samerd.y.k.e, who critiqued the first draft, asked the tough questions, and pointed out the occasional horrifying gaffe like having a character die in one chapter and show up, alive and well, in the next.
The experts: Professor Ellis Underkoffler for insights into earthquakes and tsunamis and Joe Abene, keeper of the Bronx Zoo Reptile House, for advice on adders.
Susan Herner, my agent and friend, who helped keep me calm and focused when deadlines loomed.
Sheila Gilbert, my terrific-and terrifically patient-editor. Her feedback shaped the story and her comments and questions helped me manage this large cast of characters without losing my mind. Too often.
And finally, David Lofink, my husband, my first reader, and my best friend. Whether discussing characters, bringing home takeout food, or demonstrating how a "loose-limbed wolf on the prowl" really really moves, he kept me going during the writing of moves, he kept me going during the writing of Bloodstone Bloodstone and I dedicate it to him. and I dedicate it to him.
PART ONE.
The remains of his body are scattered and lost, But his name shall be remembered forever: Morgath the False.
Morgath the Destroyer.
Morgath the Eater of Spirits.
His deeds shall be cursed by G.o.ds and men, And his fate, the fate of all who subvert the laws of nature.
-The Legend of Morgath
Chapter 1.
HE WAS FLYING. Not the dizzying whirl of emerging from a trance or the effortless drifting of dreams. He was flying with the eagle.
Keirith wanted to laugh, to shout with the joy of it, but he was voiceless now. His body still sat on the boulder. He could see it far below, face upturned to the sky, eyes closed, hands resting lightly on his knees. He could even feel the sun-warmed rock under his thighs and the breeze that stirred his hair. The core of his being still rested there while his spirit reached skyward, a spider's spinneret that connected him to the eagle.
They soared over Eagles Mount, great wings scarcely moving despite the cool gusts of air that ruffled the tips of their dark feathers. Below them, shadowed by the overhanging shelf of rock, the female perched on her nest of sticks and bracken. As long as Keirith could remember, the pair had nested on this crag. The tribe regarded them with awe; most eagles preferred the open moors of the north to the dense forest that surrounded the village.
They rode the air currents up, banking around the circle of huts. Each was the size of a man's fist from this height, and the lake looked small enough to jump across. Their eyes-keen enough to pick out the blossoms on a gorse bush-swept over the glistening thread of the river as they searched for prey. With their hooked talons and muscled legs, they could easily carry off one of the newborn lambs frolicking on the rocky slopes of Eagles Mount, but the shepherds and their dogs would be watching. Aye, there was Conn, one hand raised to shade his face from the sun as he followed their flight.
Keirith yearned to call out a greeting to his milk-brother. Surrendering to his eagerness, the eagle gave a soft chirrup, a silly, weak sound for such a majestic bird.
A wolf howls. Even a hawk screams. You should have a cry the whole world can hear.
As if the thought were his own, he heard the eagle's response: He had always loved the eagles. During his vision quest last spring, he had climbed far up Eagles Mount, to the special place he had discovered as a child. All night, he had sat there, s.h.i.+vering with cold. As dawn approached, he'd watched the sky lighten to a deep blue and Bel's first rays paint the treetops gold. At first, all he could make out was a faint shadow against the sky. He knew at once it was not a real eagle, for the outspread wings flapped with otherworldly slowness as the bird descended. His heart slammed against his ribs at the thought of finding his vision mate so quickly; his father had waited three days and nights in the forest before he heard the she-wolf's howl. Only when the eagle swooped lower did he see the wriggling serpent in its curved talons. The adder's head reared back. Red-brown eyes gazed down into his. A tongue flicked out and a voice, dry and rasping as autumn leaves rubbing together, whispered his name. The adder's choice had shocked him. He'd been so certain his power was leading him along the shaman's path and every shaman in the tribe's history had found a bird during his vision quest, a bird that became his guide to the spirit world. When Tree-Father Gortin agreed to take him as an apprentice anyway, he had been relieved and thrilled, but he could not resist the urge to seek communion with a real eagle. Three moons ago, the male had permitted his touch, such a fleeting brush of spirits he had wondered if he'd imagined it. Since then, they had touched many times, but only today had the eagle allowed them to fly together. And already, it was time to separate; Keirith could feel his weariness mingling with the eagle's hunger pangs. Thank you, brother, for allowing me to fly with you. "Keirith!" The voice startled them both. His spirit tore free. For one terrifying moment, he was lost between bodies, falling helplessly through s.p.a.ce. And then his spirit hurtled back into his body with a jolt that left him gasping. When he came to himself, he was lying on the ground, looking up into the Tree-Father's worried face. The Tree-Father was speaking in a low, urgent voice, but it took Keirith a moment to understand the words. When he did, he whispered his name three times to seal his spirit's return. Then he ran his hands over his body to reestablish the boundaries of his physical self. But when he tried to sit up, the Tree-Father pressed him back. "Just lie still and breathe." He closed his eyes, allowing the dreamy la.s.situde to relax his body and mind. "What were you doing out here by yourself?" the Tree-Father scolded in his mild way. "You should know better than to attempt a vision on your own." "It wasn't a vision. I was flying." "What?" "With the eagle. I touched his spirit. And we flew together." His triumph faded when he opened his eyes and saw the Tree-Father's expression. "What is it?" "You touched his spirit?" Keirith nodded, still trying to understand why the Tree-Father looked so horrified. When he realized the truth, relief left him breathless. "I was careful. I never hurt him. Not even the first time." "How many times have you done this?" "I . . . not many," he lied. "How many? Twice? Three times?" many? Twice? Three times?" "I can't remember. Please. Tell me what's wrong?" "Merciful G.o.ds." The Tree-Father stumbled away, rubbing the empty socket of his left eye. He drew a trembling breath as he turned to face Keirith. "To subvert or subjugate the spirit of any creature is a violation of our laws. Worse, it is an abomination in the sight of the G.o.ds." Keirith scrambled to his feet. "But I didn't subvert his spirit. He welcomed me. And next time-" "There will be no next time! You must never do this again." "But why? You touch the spirit of every person in the tribe. You touched mine when I came back from my vision quest. Tree-Father Struath touched the spirit of the Holly-Lord himself." "A shaman spends years honing his power and understanding its limits. When we touch a human spirit, we receive permission first. Animals cannot offer that." Guilt filled Keirith when he recalled how long it had taken him to overcome the eagle's panic. "And there's another reason why riding the spirits of animals is forbidden. That was how Morgath began." "You think . . ." Keirith could hardly force himself to speak the words. "You think I'm like Morgath?" The Tree-Father's expression softened. "Nay. But what you did was wrong. Perhaps Morgath began in innocence as well, but in time, he used his power to cast out the spirits of the animals he touched. For that, his body was sacrificed to appease the G.o.ds and his spirit consigned to Chaos." If the Tree-Father knew how many times he had touched the eagle, he would condemn him as surely as the elders of the Oak and Holly Tribes had condemned Morgath. His chest would be cut open and his still-beating heart ripped out. His body would hang from the lowest branches of the heart-oak to be devoured by scavengers. His bones would be scattered in the forest, never to lie in the ancestral cairn. That was Morgath's fate-and his if he flew with the eagle again. It was forbidden. It was an abomination. He He was an abomination. was an abomination. "This power is dangerous. You must swear never to use it. Or I shall be forced to call you before the council of elders." Never to fly with the eagle again. Never to share that terrifying, giddy exhilaration of flight. But what choice did he have? Helpless, Keirith nodded. "I must have your spoken oath." "I swear. I will never fly with the eagle again." "That is not enough. Swear that you will never touch the spirit of any bird or animal." "I . . . I swear." Keirith sank down on the rock, numbed by the sacrilege he had unwittingly committed and the loss of his link with the majestic bird that soared overhead. The Tree-Father's hand came up as if to pat his shoulder, but fell back to his side. For who would want to touch an abomination? "I'm sorry, Keirith. I'd hoped that one day . . ." The Tree-Father shook his head impatiently. "I'll speak to your parents tonight." "Can't we just keep this a secret? Between you and me?" "I must offer some sort of explanation for releasing you from your apprentices.h.i.+p." Keirith could feel his mouth working, but no words emerged. "I thought you understood. I cannot permit you to continue with your studies." Gortin had been his guide and teacher for nearly nine moons. In the s.p.a.ce of a few moments-hardly longer than his flight with the eagle-he had severed him from both his gift and his life-path. "It's my fault. I should never have accepted you as my apprentice. But you had such a desire. And since the eagle appeared during your vision quest as well as the adder, I thought . . ." The Tree-Father sighed, his face sorrowful. "I was wrong. Forgive me." "Please." "If I was wrong to take you as an apprentice, I would be more at fault for instructing you further in the mysteries." Keirith went down on his knees. He seized the Tree-Father's hand and pressed his lips to the tattooed acorn. "Stop this. Get up." The Tree-Father yanked his hand free. "I'm sorry. Truly. And I will tell your parents that when I speak to them." "Nay. I'll tell them." He didn't know why it was important to him to have that much control over his future, but it was. "At least let me do that." The stones bit into his knees while he waited for the Tree-Father's decision. Finally, he said, "Very well." Fingers brushed the top of his head in blessing. Then the Tree-Father left, taking Keirith's hopes for the future with him. A fortnight later, he was still seeking the courage to break the news to his parents. He told himself that he hadn't wanted to ruin his father's last days at home before leaving for the spring Gathering. Then, of course, he had to wait for him to return. In his heart, he knew the truth: he was a coward. The son of the great Darak Spirit-Hunter was a coward and an abomination. For ten long days, he had kept up the pretense that he still went to the Tree-Father's hut for his lessons. Instead, he crept out of the village before dawn to roam the forest and the hills to the north. But today, he had returned to Eagles Mount, to his special place near the top of the crag. If I had come here that afternoon, the Tree-Father would never have found me. But the afternoon had been waning and he'd been too eager to touch the eagle to waste time climbing here. Such an unimportant decision at the time, but one that had ruined his life. He flung himself onto the gra.s.sy ledge, panting. Boulders s.h.i.+elded him from the women sowing barley and oats in the fields. The ground was too rocky to lure the sheep away from the eastern slopes. Even the fishermen out on the lake would be unable to say for sure whose figure they spied scrambling up the steep ridge. His only companions were the rocks and the sun and the eagles. He knew it was foolish to come. Like picking at an un-healed scab. It only reminded him of everything that had gone wrong-and tempted him to fly again. How could an experience so wonderful be wrong? He hadn't dared ask the Tree-Father that or reveal how many other creatures he had touched with his power. Keirith shuddered, remembering that first time. He had practiced with the sling for moons before his father took him into the forest to hunt. G.o.ds, he'd been excited. And scared that he might shame himself before the man who had once been the greatest hunter in the tribe. He missed his first two shots completely and stunned the wood pigeon with his third. Cheeks burning, he waded through the underbrush; his father always emphasized the importance of a clean kill. When he crouched to wring the bird's neck, the wood pigeon screamed. He screamed, too, scuttling back in shock. "What is it, son?"
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