Windlegends Saga - The Windhealer Part 32

Occultus snorted. "It seemed to me he bested you."

"Does he want to fly with the eagles or run with the dogs?" Pearl quipped.

Conar squinted, his breathing loud and deep through his nose. A muscle bunched in his jaw as he glowered. The blue orbs flicked with distaste, a.s.sessing what he was seeing, and it was plain in the frigid depths that Conar found the man lacking.

Though shorter than Conar, Pearl was broader in build. His dark brown hair was coa.r.s.e, clipped short around his ears, but grew long and thick on the nape of his neck. His brown eyes were liquid, soft and seemed far older than his years-thirty, if that much. His face was round, soft, his nose only slightly too long. His lips were full and a deep coral color, much like a woman's. His hands were dainty, moving with motions that were, to Conar, the telltale sign of his true nature.

"Like what you see, big boy?" Pearl giggled, fluttering his lids. He puckered his lips and made a kissing motion, winking audaciously at Conar's sudden growl.

Conar swung his head to Occultus. "I will not let this f.a.ggot touch me!" he shouted.

Occultus shrugged. "He already did, and you don't appear any the worse for it. I see no change. Do you, Pearl?"

The gravelly voice was vastly amused. One thin brow rose in challenge. "What I see is a fine example of prime male flesh, Your Wors.h.i.+p. I can'twait to get my hands on him again!"

"In your dreams!" Conar yelled, taking a step toward the stranger. Occultus moved so quickly he was only a blur. Conar turned to him as Occultus blocked his way. He was vaguely aware that Pearl was speaking to him through teasing laughter.

"Oh, I have no doubt I'll dream of you!" The pouting lips were more than Conar could stand.

"You worthless piece of s.h.i.+t!"

"s.h.i.+t isn't worthless, my Prince. It is good for fertilizing, if nothing else. Would you like me to fertilize you, my Prince?"

"That's it!" Conar said in a low, deadly voice. He pushed against Occultus' chest and began to stalk away, but groaned with furious frustration when he found himself somehow on his knees, on the floor with the strangeron him again. Two strong hands had a tight hold on his wrists, locking them to the mat as Pearl straddled him.

"Get off!" Conar spat. When Pearl didn't move, Conar fairly screamed the words. "Get off me, you t.u.r.d!"

Pearl's hand wedged through Conar's spread legs as he attempted to flip him to his back. He felt the arm rub against the separation of his b.u.t.tocks, felt it move over his vulnerable genitals.

A black haze of horror filled Conar's mind. He screeched, jerking away from the surprised man with a wild scramble of knees and elbows as he crawled his way across the mat. He came to his knees in a lithe bound of quaking rage, facing the man like a cornered animal. He crouched there on the floor on all fours.

"Conar," Occultus spoke in a calm, rea.s.suring voice, realizing the error of what had just happened, "Pearl was attempting a regulation hold. Nothing more."

Conar's heart slamming in his chest. His breathing was shallow and rapid, his blood pounding in his temples. He wanted to leap on the b.a.s.t.a.r.d who knelt ten feet away and pull the beating heart out of the man's chest.

"I am sorry," Pearl said, but Conar's shriek of mindless fury stilled the apology.

"Don't you ever, ever do that to me again, you son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h! I'll take your f.u.c.king head off if you ever put your hands on me like that again!" Pearl came to his feet and walked slowly to where Conar crouched. He stopped only a foot away, looking with sorrowful eyes at the man whose face mirrored an ancient evil that had caused such a violent reaction.

"I am truly sorry. I meant no disrespect. Please accept my apology?" He held out his hand.

With a surge of fury, Conar came to his feet. He knocked away the offered hand with a snort of contempt. He glowering, hoping the b.a.s.t.a.r.d would come at him again.

"Pearl has tendered you an honest apology. You must accept it as a gentleman." There was a strong note of warning in Occultus' cultured voice.

"Like h.e.l.l I will! I'm not about to let this queer try to shove his..."

"Conar!" Occultus rarely raised his voice, but when he did, he received immediate attention. Both men's heads snapped toward him. "You should be ashamed for thinking that! Apologize this instant!"

Conar gathered together a mouthful of saliva and spat on the floor at Pearl's feet. "The only apology should be from this b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father for not having drowned the f.a.ggot at birth!" He rushed from the room, his hands clenched into fists.

Pearl laughed. "If I hadn't grown such a tough skin over the years, that would have hurt!" He clucked his tongue, bringing his shoulders up with an exaggerated daintiness, pretending to shudder delicately. "Such atemper does our little Prince have!"

"And no manners!" Occultus snapped, stalking after Conar.

Conar felt a hand on his shoulder and turned, his fist going back to crash into the intruder's face. His arm shot forward only to be caught in Occultus' surprisingly strong grip.

The two glared at one another, Conar's fist held secure by fingers that were deceptively inflexible. Pain shot through his fingers, but he refused to blink. The battle of wills held. When Occultus let go of his hand, his fingers were numb.

"Get back in there and do what I expect. You will accept Pearl's apology and tender one of your own."

"I won't."

Occultus looked down his aquiline nose. "Do it or the training stops here."

"Suits me just fine! There's nothing that queer can teach me that I want to learn!"

"Alltraining will stop!" There was no compromise in the sorcerer's cold face.

Conar stared for a long time. If he thought silence would bring even a flicker of concession, he soon found he was wrong.

From experience, Occultus knew there were silences that consume the mind, take it over, numb it, paralyze it. And there were silences that could destroy...a man...a friends.h.i.+p. Some silences, left to go on too long, are irreversible, their damage eternal.

"What's it to be?" he asked.

Conar was loath to back down, but he knew his yielding was the only thing the man would accept. Still, some minor arrogance of pride lurked in his heaving chest. "I don't want to apologize!"

"Why?" The word was an explosion of disgust.

"Because of what he is!"

"Because he is different from you?"

"Because he's a useless piece of s.h.i.+t!"

"Because he is a h.o.m.os.e.xual?"

"Aye!"

Occultus took in a long breath and held it to tamp down his temper. He had never dealt well with prejudices. Men who held such opinions were even more of a nuisance to him. He wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk from Conar's self-righteous face.

"And am I a worthless piece of s.h.i.+t to you?" His voice was as reasonable as he could force it.

"Are you like him?"

"Do I prefer the companions.h.i.+p of my own kind to the allure of a woman?" Occultus stared hard at the young Prince.

"I, too, am a h.o.m.os.e.xual, Conar."

There was only a flicker of movement in Conar's eyes. He had known all along. After all, the man had once been a leading member of the Domination. He felt no repulsion toward Occultus as he had always felt toward Tolkan, Tohre and the others; he did, however, have a healthy respect for the man and a grudging like for him that, at the moment, he found hard to summon forth.

"What bothers you about Pearl is his mannerisms, isn't it? Heacts h.o.m.os.e.xual,looks h.o.m.os.e.xual,speaks the way a h.o.m.os.e.xual is supposed to speak. And you feel threatened."

"I'm not afraid of him-"

"Then what was that reaction that burst out of you when he accidentally touched you?" Occultus folded his arms over his chest and examined the shame that crossed Conar's quiet face. "Perhaps his touch thrilled you."

Instinctively, Conar took a step backward. His cowardice angered him even more. "It made me ill!"

"It frightened you. You quivered like a little boy. Your face turned pale, your hands turned clammy and you slithered across the floor like the coward you are."

The venomous accusations in Occultus' face stung him. "I am no coward!"

"You are frightened of Pearl and men you conceive to be like him." His lips raised in scorn. "You are a biased, intolerant, hypocritical bigot. A spineless, weak b.a.s.t.a.r.d who strives hard to make himselffeel brave, but we saw just how brave you really are in there. You turned tail and ran. Pearl touched you at the core of your cowardice, didn't he, Conar? He put his hand right on the source of what you've always considered the strongest part of you and turned you to jelly!" Occultus laughed, and the laugh was evil, malevolent. "You're just fine when it comes to bullying women, I bet. You can rant and rave and have them trembling in their petticoats if they just happen totouch you; but when it comes to a man, you can't handle it, can you? You're just a sniveling coward who runs away and hides when the going gets rough!" The laughter stilled. "I guess that's why Appolyon and his men had such a fine time with you in the Labyrinth, eh? Just fodder for the stronger man's will!"

Tears stung him. He glared with hurt at the man whose face was a stony facade of unfeeling, uncaring mockery. It was too soon after his humiliations at the Labyrinth for him to have regained all his self-respect. Occultus' words were like the barbs of the whip that had torn his cheek apart. They left a wicked gash in him.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Occultus asked in a hard voice. "To be ridiculed. To be made aware of your shortcomings, either real or imagined in your mind or the mind of your accuser, when there is nothing you can do about them at the time being. It stings the pride; it wounds the spirit. Injustice is the same in any language, in any race, in any situation. Prejudice hurts the soul within you. What is different, is scorned; what is weak, is crushed."

Occultus could see the effort it was taking for Conar to retain his composure. He didn't like hurting the boy. Sharpening his claws in the thin fabric of Conar's new life, for the boy had been hurt far too much and far too often; but as Conar's father had once remarked, sometimes only pain could get the boy's attention, cut through his sh.e.l.l of resistance.

"There is an important lesson you will have to learn about the men you are going to be leading, Conar. Every one of them is an individual. Each has his own dreams, desires, talents, needs and fears. What one can stand, another can't. Where one is strong, another may not beas strong. To be a good leader, you have to recognize individuality, recognize it and allow it to be. No two men think exactly alike nor do they accept their fates in the same way. One might crumble beneath the weight of his sorrows while the other might revel in the challenge adversity brings.That is individuality. That is what sets each of us apart from the next. That we are different is our strength. If we were all alike, shared the same beliefs, the same likes and dislikes, the same goals, I would imagine the world would be so bland, we would not want to live in it."

"My men will think like me or I will not tolerate them near me! I don't like that-"

"I didn't say you had tolike the men you train under or that you lead," Occultus argued. "Youwon't like them all; you may not likeany! But youwill have to accept them for the way they are in order to get the most from them."

"I think I know what to do! I've led men before!"

Occultus sighed, laid a hand on his pupil's shoulder, ignoring the stiffness that turned the muscles hard. He locked his pale gaze with Conar's and lowered his voice to a soft caress.

"There are times when the man who leads finds he has bitten off more than he can chew, and finds himself choking on words and actions he may later regret. It is the wise man who can swallow his pride and digest his anger. If he doesn't learn to do that, he'll find himself constipated with his own stupidity. When that happens, he becomes just one more hemorrhoid on the a.s.shole of life."

Conar blinked, his teacher's words. .h.i.tting him like a stone. He was amazed to see the smile teasing at the corner of Occultus' mouth. He turned his head, letting his shoulder relax where the thin hand lightly touched him. "What does that make me?" he asked in an exasperated voice.

"What you called Pearl...a worthless piece of s.h.i.+t."

A snort of laughter shot out of him with force. He brought up his head to look at Occultus. He chuckled at the man's bland expression. "I can be sometimes, can't I?"

"Yes." Occultus removed his hand. "Go back in there and apologize."

"I don't like him."

"As I said, you don'thave to like him. You just have tolisten to him."

"He'd better not make any moves I don't like!"

Occultus snorted. "Be sure and tell that to the men with whom you engage in combat. I am sure they will oblige."

Conar knew when he was beaten.

Pearl looked up as Conar entered the gym. "You don't have to say it to me, Your Grace."

"Don't tell me what to do!"

Occultus spun on his heels, his thin face set in a horrific frown.

Pearl turned waspish with vindictiveness. He lost all trace of compa.s.sion for the dunderhead. "Well?" he snapped, cattily.

"I'm sorry!" Conar shouted. "I apologize!"

"I accept!"

"I'm so pleased!" Conar growled and stomped out of the gym.

"I'm so glad!" Pearl shouted back.

Chapter 5.

He sensed her nearness even though he didn't see her. In her way, Se Huan was protecting him. She was never far from him even when he was training with his men. She lurked nearby, idly walking, chatting with the children who seemed to follow her. He would feel her attentiveness on him and would look her way only to see her head turned in another direction, but the caress of her eyes lingered and he felt somehow relieved that she was watching over him.

But it did not prevent the horrible nightmares from coming, nor the new dream that brought him wide awake and gasping for air that night.

"What is it that terrifies you so, Highness?" she asked. She stilled his trembling, clutching him with such force she panted from the pressure. She stroked his fevered brow and felt his quivering breath fanning her neck. "Can you not tell me what it is that hurts you so?"

He pulled away from her, curling up onto his side, his knees tucked up to his chest. He was trembling still, his breath ragged and he flinched when she laid her gentle hand on his bare shoulder.

"It wasn't the same dream," he told her.

"Worse than the other?"

He shuddered. "Much worse."

She molded her body to his, her chest to his back. "Can you speak of it?"

There was a long moment of silence. "It was about the children."

"Kehoe and Blossom?" She rubbed his shoulder, smoothing the bunched muscles.

He buried his face in the pillow. "My children."

Se Huan felt his loss, his loneliness, his nearly unbearable hurt. She felt for him, ached for him. Occultus had related to her the deaths of Conar's offspring at the hands of his enemy, Kaileel Tohre, but Conar had never mentioned his sons and daughters to her before. His doing so was a strong indication of how close they had become over the last eight months.