Chronicles of Ancient Darkness Part 100
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Torak shut his eyes tight.
At last the storm blew over and the hail stopped. Shaking with fear, he grabbed his axe and crawled out.
The ice had flattened undergrowth and ripped off branches; it had covered the beach in hard, translucent pebbles which crunched under his bare feet. In a patch of crushed bracken, something stirred.
No. Two somethings. A pair of big black birds.
Gripping his axe, Torak edged closer.
The larger one gave a terrified squawk and flapped its wings, while the smaller one tucked its head into its shoulders and pretended it wasn't there.
Torak saw the wreck of a nest, high in a tree. The birds must have fallen out, bounced off his shelter, and into the bracken.
He took a step closer which sent them into a frenzy of wing-flapping and high-pitched squeaks.
He blinked. They were frightened of him.
He saw that the corners of their mouths were a crinkly pink, and although the span of their wings was almost as wide as his outstretched arms, all that flapping wasn't achieving anything.
'You can't fly,' he said out loud.
That put an end to the flapping. They huddled together and stared up at him, s.h.i.+vering with terror.
His belly tightened. So much meat. And as they couldn't fly, it would be easy.
To his dismay, he couldn't do it. They reminded him of something. Or someone. He didn't remember what.
A rapid 'quork quork quork' split the sky, and he dropped to all fours.
High overhead, another big black bird wheeled only this one could fly. Alighting on the remains of the nest, it glared down at him. Its head-feathers were fluffed up like ears, its wings spread.
Angrily it snapped off a twig and threw it at him. Then it threw down several of the wooden fruit. 'Quork quork quork'!
'Leave me alone!' he shouted. Greatly daring, he picked up a wooden fruit and threw it back.
The bird hitched itself into the sky and flew away.
When he was sure it wasn't coming back, Torak left the young ones on their own and went to forage on the sh.o.r.e. If he couldn't eat them, they were no use to him.
He found a grubby mushroom which tasted all right, except for the bits that wriggled and crunched because he'd forgotten to shake out the woodlice. Then he caught two of the slimy green hopping things, which he killed with a stone. He ate one raw and tied the other to his belt for later.
Returning to the shelter, he found the young ones where he'd left them. When they saw the green thing at his belt, they flapped their wings and made squeaky begging noises.
'No!' he said. 'It's mine!'
The squeaks became outraged squawks. They didn't stop.
Maybe if he made them a shelter, they'd shut up.
Piling an armful of twigs in the fork of a tree, he grabbed the bigger bird and shoved it on top.
It pecked his sleeve and tugged.
'Let go!' he protested.
The powerful beak was bigger than Torak's middle finger, and it easily ripped off the sleeve. Gripping the buckskin in its formidable talons, the bird settled down to shred it, eyeing Torak as if to say, I wouldn't have to do this if you'd fed me like I asked.
In the bracken, the smaller one laughed.
Torak scooped her up and chucked her in the nest. She thanked him by waggling her hindquarters and spurting him with white droppings.
'Hey! Stop it!' he shouted.
'Hey top it!' she croaked.
Torak blinked. Birds didn't talk.
Did they?
If they could talk, maybe he shouldn't let them starve.
Foraging in the undergrowth, he caught some spiders and squashed them in his fist. The birds gobbled them up, and would've started on his fingers if he'd let them.
He fed them a leg of the green thing. And another. He decided enough was enough. The larger bird stared at him reproachfully, then tucked its head into its back feathers and went to sleep. Then the smaller one did the same.
Torak wanted to sleep too, but first he cut a sc.r.a.p of skin from the green hopping thing and put it on the roof. He had no idea why he did this, but it felt important.
Yawning, he ate the rest of the green hopping thing, then crawled into the shelter and burrowed into the pine-needles.
Just before he slept, he said out loud, 'Frog. The slimy green hopping thing is a frog.'
The young black birds ruled his days.
They were noisy and hungry, and if he didn't feed them often, they got noisier. But they had keen eyes and ears, and they scared off the biting monster which came in the night, and the red scuttling things in the trees.
After a few days, he took to letting them out of the nest. They hopped and waddled after him, and he found himself showing them things, and remembering as he did so.
'This is a pine cone. Hard to eat. And this is lingonberry, very good ow! And this is willowherb. If you peel it, you can wind it into twine. See?'
The birds watched with their intense black gaze, and prodded everything with their beaks, to see if they could eat it.
Mostly, they could. They ate berries, crickets, frogs, scat, his clothes if he let them. But although they got quite adept with their large beaks, they preferred stealing food to catching it themselves.
They were good at it, too. When Torak caught his first tiny fish with a bramble-thorn hook on a line, he was so proud that he rashly showed it to them. Next day, he found the bigger one pulling in the line with its beak, while the smaller one looked on hopefully.
To deter them, Torak planted his knife by the line; but although they left the line alone, they picked at the sinew binding on the hilt. He swapped his axe for the knife, and that worked better.
Next day, as he emerged from the shelter, the bigger one cawed a greeting from the nest and flew down to him.
'You flew!' said Torak, amazed.
Startled by its achievement, the bird sat trembling at his feet. Then it spread its wings and flew to the top of a tree where it lost courage and begged forlornly to be rescued. Torak eventually tempted it down with a handful of chopped frog and a couple of fish eyes, and from then on, it sat and laughed at its sister, who was still flapping furiously in the nest. It was mid-afternoon by the time she made her first flight.
After that, they learned rapidly, and soon the sky rang with their raucous cries as they wheeled and somersaulted overhead. Their feathers were a glossy black, with beautiful rainbow glints of violet and green, and when they flew, their wings made a strong, dry rustling, like the wind in the reeds. It made Torak wistful, as if he too had once been able to fly, but never would again.
One morning, they lifted into the sky, and didn't come back.
Torak told himself it didn't matter. He set a snare one of his newly regained skills and ate a few berries, taking care to leave some on a boulder, as an offering.
But he missed the ravens. He'd got to like them. And they reminded him of something he couldn't remember what except that he knew the memory was a good one.
When dusk fell, he checked the snares he'd set the previous night. He was in luck: a water bird. He woke up a fire and roasted it, but didn't have the heart to eat much.
Suddenly he heard a familiar cawing; then strong, rhythmic wingbeats and down they came, alighting with a thud, one on each shoulder.
He yelped their claws were sharp and lifted them off. But he was glad they'd come back.
That night, all three of them had a feast. The ravens whom he'd named Rip and Rek ate so much that they got too fat to fly, and he had to carry them to their roost.
After they'd gone to sleep, he sat by the Lake, watching the young swifts screaming overhead, while a woodp.e.c.k.e.r flashed past like green lightning, and a red squirrel dangled from one foot to reach an unripe hazelnut on another branch. As the moon rose, a beaver waddled out of the Forest, cast Torak a wary look, and settled down to gnaw on a willow sapling. The tree toppled, the beaver chewed off a branch, then swam upstream, dragging it behind him.
For the first time in many days, Torak felt almost at peace. The wound on his chest seemed finally to be healing, and he was no longer afraid. He knew that a lot was still missing from his memory, but the world was beginning to make sense.
The Lake stilled, and the Forest settled down for the brief summer night.
Torak felt eyes on him, and glanced over his shoulder.
From the trees, an amber gaze met his.
He started to his feet.
A grey shadow turned and disappeared into the trees.
TWENTY-TWO.
A wolf cannot be of two packs.
Wolf was tasting the bitterness of this to the full. He couldn't eat or sleep or enjoy a good howl with the others. Since that terrible moment when Tall Tailless had bitten his muzzle with the Bright Beast, misery ran with him wherever he went.
And now, as he made his way through the Forest, jealousy ran with him too. What was Tall Tailless doing with those ravens? Wolves and ravens sometimes play together and help each other in the hunt, but they are not pack-brothers.
When Wolf reached the denning place, the rest of the pack had already returned from the kill, and the cubs had fed and gone into the Den to sleep. Wolf ran to touch noses with the lead pair, followed by the others; then everyone padded back to their sleeping places to snooze. Whitepaw, who'd stayed at the Den with the cubs, went off to check that the Forest was clear of lynx and bear and the Otherness which stalked the Big Wet, and Wolf slumped down to guard the cubs.
Tall Tailless no longer wanted him for a pack-brother. He never howled for him or came to seek him in the Forest.
And now those ravens.
The cubs burst from the Den and came racing over to Wolf, barking furiously and for a while the misery was chased away. Leaping to his feet, he gave the high cub-greeting, and they nudged him with their stubby muzzles, and he lashed his tail as he heaved up the reindeer meat he carried in his belly. The cubs were growing fast, and soon the pack would move from the Den to a place many lopes away, where they would learn to hunt.
As Wolf thought about this, the misery slunk back. Leaving the Den would take him even further from Tall Tailless.
He lay down and put his muzzle between his paws.
As he was cub-watcher, though, he kept one ear on the cubs, and he soon became aware that they were stalking him like prey.
Growler, the cleverest, was innocently pawing a stick, but edging closer all the time; Snap, the smallest but fiercest, was down on her belly, sneaking up on Wolf from behind; and the more timid Digger was waiting to pounce when the others broke cover.
Suddenly, Snap charged and sank her sharp little teeth into Wolf's flank. Growler sprang at Wolf's muzzle, and Digger attacked his tail. Wolf obligingly lay on his side, and they clambered on top of him. They chewed his ears, so he covered them with his paws, so they chewed his paws instead. And he let them, because they were cubs.
Digger bounded off and dug up a new plaything: the foreleg of a fawn, with the hoof still on. Snap advanced with a snarl That's mine, I'm the lead cub! and while she was standing over Digger to punish him, Growler sneaked between them and made off with the prize.
As Wolf watched Growler trying to get his jaws around the hoof, he was suddenly a cub again, back with Tall Tailless at their first kill, chewing a hoof that his pack-brother had given him. Misery grabbed him by the throat. The hurt was so bad that he whined.
Darkfur woke, and came to lick his muzzle, careful to avoid the Bright Beast-bitten side. Wolf was grateful, but the hurt didn't go away.
Whitepaw returned and took over watching the cubs, and Wolf went off and tried to sleep. But the thought of those ravens pecking kept him awake.
He sprang up. This was no good. He had to know for sure.
It didn't take long to reach the Den of Tall Tailless. Wolf sank into the bracken and belly-crawled closer.
Before long, Tall Tailless came out, stretching and talking to himself. His voice was deeper and rougher than before, but his scent was the same.
It hurt, being so near, yet unable to greet him. Wolf's tail ached to wag. He longed to feel those blunt claws scratching his flank.
He was wondering whether to risk the faintest of whines, when the matter was taken out of his jaws.
The ravens lit onto the ground, and Tall Tailless greeted them in tailless talk.
Wolf froze.
Tall Tailless squatted and stroked the ravens' wings. Gently, he took the bigger one's beak in his forepaw and gave it an affectionate shake, and the raven gurgled.
Jealousy sank its teeth into Wolf's heart. Tall Tailless used to muzzle-grab him, and they would roll together, growling and play-biting.
Now Tall Tailless was walking off along the Big Wet to hunt, and the ravens were with him, wheeling in the Up just as Wolf used to trot beside him, proud and happy to be his pack-brother.
And still Wolf stayed in the bracken. When he smelt that they were truly gone, he raced into the Den and snuffled about, torturing himself with that beloved, now painful scent.
Suddenly he heard wingbeats then a rasping 'quork quork quork'! As he left the Den, a pine cone hit him on the nose. The ravens were back. They sat on a branch, laughing at him!
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