Night Calls the Raven (Book 2 of The Master of the Tane)

by Thomas Rath

  NIGHT CALLS THE RAVEN

  Book 2 of The Master of the Tane

  Thomas Rath

  CHAPTER ONE

  Teek stared in wonder. It was so magnificent that he felt himself struggling for breath. His eyes darted about trying desperately to absorb it all so as not to miss the tiniest detail. Never in his life would he have ever imagined anything as glorious as the snow covered mountains that drifted along below. To his right he could make out the enormous form of what could only be the Underwoods forest. It was a kaleidoscope of green hues alternating between dark and light giving the effect of ocean waves rippling gently against a southerly breeze. Though magnificent and serene from above, he knew that dark and evil things lurked about under its canopy. He could hardly believe something so beautiful could be so dangerous. Turning back to his left his vision was filled with nothing but jagged mountain cliffs peaked with the remaining snows of the past winter desperately clinging to the rock as if to an island sinking into the sea.

  Looking up he became dizzy by the enormous sky that seemed so close he felt he could reach up and touch it like a still, clear lake inviting his finger to trace a rippling line across its smooth surface. The wind blew against his face slapping him with its cold fingers and bringing tears to his dark eyes. His small, tanned body shook against the frigid air sending his teeth into a chattering dance. He was not dressed for such weather or such altitude. All he wore was a small loincloth tied snuggly about his thin waist. He was a Waseeni after all. The Teague swampland, where he made his home, was a furnace of heat and humidity unlike the frigid mountain air. Luckily, Tchee had provided him some of her own feathers with which he had created a warm cloak. Pulling it tight about him, he instantly shut out the cold.

  He thought back to his home wondering what his mother and little brother and sisters were doing. Were they thinking of him? Had they enough to eat? He worried about them constantly but could not be swayed from the purpose that brought him out into the strange and wonderful world. All his life he had craved adventure. His earliest memories were filled with the thrill and exhilaration he’d felt from the stories old Twee had told him. Twee was the oldest living Waseeni and Teek’s best friend. Actually, it was because of Twee that he was where he was now, sailing through the air over the breathtaking mountains.

  Teek was on an appeasing journey for his old friend. Twee had died only two weeks before and now Teek was searching for a gift to present to his dead ancestors so they would accept Twee’s soul into the afterlife. It was customary that a relative participate in the journey but Twee had no family, having outlived them all. So, a lottery was had. By law, Teek was too young to participate but as if chosen by Twee himself, his name was miraculously pulled from the rest of the tiles. His mother had objected at first but the decision was made final and Teek was sent off on his own. The appeasing journey was always done alone.

  A gust of wind bit his cheeks and then swooped down his chest wrapping its icy grip around him as if trying to squeeze out his breath. He gasped and then snuggled in closer to the downy softness and warmth of the giant bird beneath him. Tchee, as Teek called her, had befriended him after he’d saved her life just days before. That small adventure had almost cost him his. He freed Tchee from a partially sprung trap but was, himself, caught by the men that set it. She had saved him from those men just the day before.

  He pressed his cheek hard against her neck. She smelled clean, like the Teague trees of his homeland after a refreshing summer rain. Tchee was enormous, standing at least three times his own height. Her beak was curved down like that of an eagle, as were the razor sharp talons now tucked in against her underbelly. Her feathers were pure white excepting for those on the neck and head which had streaks of dark red and brown that flared over the top of her skull and came to a point between her enchanting eyes. Her eyes were a crystal blue of amazing clarity that reflected an eerie light of extreme intelligence.

  Tchee suddenly swooped low brushing the tip of a peak that seemed to jealously reach for them in an effort to pull them back to the ground. Teek couldn’t hold back the thrilled scream that escaped his lips but was quickly swallowed in the frigid wind. Tchee dropped lower, skirting the side of a rugged cliff, and then shot like an arrow towards the ground below. What looked to be a tiny creek quickly grew into a large, rushing river that raced up at them with frightening speed. Teek felt his shivers change from cold to terror as they shot down in a dive towards the water. He braced himself for the icy chill that would surely squeeze the life from his thin frame upon impact. The roar of the rushing wind and crashing river joined in a shout of dark challenge beckoning them closer.

  Just before impact Tchee’s body shifted slightly pulling them up and leveling them off inches above the rolling spring runoff. Teek looked over Tchee’s shoulder at the water whipping past just as she extended her terrible talons and dipped them into the freezing river. He felt the slightest drag and then suddenly they were climbing again as Tchee’s voice rang out in a triumphant scream that reverberated off the canyon walls in a deafening clash. EEEEERRRRRRROOOOOOCCCCCCCC!

  Teek’s heart raced in his chest pounding against his ribs as if trying to force its way out. Suddenly, a warning taste of acid shot into his mouth as his stomach finally caught up with the rest of his body and started to protest. No longer was there the thrill of flight and the beauty of the rugged, snowcapped mountains but instead a dizzying nausea that was making strong threats of ridding him of last night’s meal. He gripped Tchee’s feathers and pressed a sweating face hard against her neck in an effort to calm his innards. As if sensing his discomfort, Tchee suddenly dropped towards the ground soliciting another shot of acid into Teek’s mouth. He felt Tchee hover for the slightest moment before coming to a solid landing though onto what he couldn’t say because his eyes were pressed tightly shut.

  The cacophonous blare of the shooting river was all he could hear giving him the sense that his bird friend had unceremoniously landed them smack in the middle of its rolling mass. He chanced a slit in his left eye knowing that if it caught the motion of the gushing water it would send his stomach’s contents over the edge and through his teeth. But he also knew that to not embrace the ground soon would have the same effect. Thankfully, what he saw was not water but the inviting color of spring grass dotted with wild flowers.

  He didn’t wait to see more but just slid his trembling body off his giant friend and hastily plopped onto the damp ground. Rolling to his side he curled up and let out a few week coughs. Tchee chortled above him with a noise that sounded very much like laughter. Teek moaned and then rolled onto his back throwing one arm onto his forehead while digging his other hand into the sod.

  “What was that all about?” he moaned and then coughed again. “I almost lost everything in my stomach, thanks to you.”

  Tchee just chortled in a symphony of cackles and whistles.

  Teek opened an eye and stared at the beautiful bird standing quite content over him, her head cocked to one side staring back at him as if inspecting a rare species of bug. Suddenly, she twisted to the side, her head darting to the ground behind her before shooting back. Teek shielded his head with both hands as something large and dark suddenly dropped from Tchee’s beak and landed with a dull thud next to him. The distinct smell of fresh fish filled his nostrils not helping his stomach in the least. He quickly rolled away from Tchee’s catch and coughed again, a small spasm gripping his innards.

  Teek jolted with a start as the fish suddenly dropped in front him again. “All right, all right,” he croaked rolling away and then forcing himself to his knees. “Just give me a sec
ond to get used to the ground again!”

  Tchee bobbed her head playfully and then chortled in reply. She seemed to be enjoying this.

  Teek groaned slightly taking in deep breaths of moist, cool air. The grass was cold and damp beneath his bare legs soliciting a slight shiver that tried to warm his thin frame. He chanced a quick look around taking in his surroundings as calmly as he could so as not to disturb his irritated belly. They were in a fair sized meadow split almost through the middle by the angry river that carried its frigid water at a quick pace towards an opening in the solid rock ahead. Compared to the rapids, just visible upstream and behind him, and the loud noises of what could only be a falls downstream, the water running through the meadow was relatively calm but still forceful enough to sweep away the unwary.

  To his left, a clump of trees bordered the swollen waterway in a tight formation as if greedily trying to push each other out of the way. They swayed slightly moving at a hypnotic pace against the gentle wind that brushed against their very tips. The grass spread out like a carpet covering everything from the river’s edge right up to the sheer expanses of the mountainsides that rose up and formed a rugged U shape in front of him and to either side. Behind, the terrain was rough and jagged rising quickly and creating the abrasive face from which sprang the terrible rapids that fed the valley.

  Teek shivered. It was beautiful but forbidding at the same time. He didn’t know why but had he been there alone he would have been afraid. His shivering became more intense. The sun had not yet broken over the mountaintops to fill the area with its warming rays and Teek was quickly becoming chilled. As if sensing his discomfort, Tchee hopped closer to him so he could press against her warm, downy feathers. He could feel a low rumbling coo in her chest that made him suddenly think of his mother. Taking another cleansing breath of the moist air, he finally felt his stomach begin to settle.

  Tchee’s beak shot down and ripped into the fish tearing a large piece of flesh from its side. She gulped it down quickly and then turned her head and stared at Teek with her crystal eyes. She cooed softly and then jerked her head up and down. Teek laughed. He knew exactly what she wanted but wasn’t sure his stomach could handle anything just yet.

  “After that ride you gave me, I don’t know if my gut will allow anything in it for a week.”

  Tchee let out a loud cry that crashed against the canyon walls and then she bobbed her head from side to side. Teek laughed weakly pressing himself harder against her warm body. Tchee regarded him for a moment longer and then shot her head forward and ripped more meat from the fishes exposed side. Teek watched her in fascination as she quickly reduced the fish to a mere head and a pile of bones.

  Her head darted forward one last time grabbing the last chunk of flesh from the silky white bones. The pink meat was then dropped at his feet. Teek looked at it for a moment while hearing the low rumble in Tchee’s chest and he suddenly got the feeling that this was not a request. Slowly, he reached his hand forward and picked up the tender meat. It filled both of his hands. He could feel the bird’s gaze boring into his head from above as if she were waiting for her child to make the correct choice. Teek pressed the flesh to his mouth and took a timid nibble. His stomach rumbled but made no move at rejecting the offering. He took another small bite and then another feeling his appetite and his stomach quickly settling. The more he ate the better he seemed to feel. Tchee seemed to lose interest after the first bite and carefully nestled herself down against him like a mother to her chick.

  Teek lay back against her soft white feathers and gulped down the last two bites of fish. He was stuffed and actually feeling much better now than when they had first arrived. He comforted himself in the warmth of his new friend and looked about lazily feeling quite content. Suddenly the valley didn’t feel as forbidding as it had upon their arrival. In fact, it felt rather peaceful. He watched as the first rays of the sun crawled down the side of the sheer mountain walls towards the grassy meadow below painting the canyon in vivid colors. Had it not been for the cold that seemed to hold on against the warmth of the golden light, the meadow would almost have been an ideal place for someone to live. Not him, of course, he was a Waseeni. The Waseeni belonged in the Teague Swamplands. But, someone else could make a wonderful home here.

  The idea of home brought Teek’s thoughts full circle to his own home and his reasons for being away. He could have sat there, he supposed, all day lazily watching the sun move steadily through the grass and up the opposite side of the canyon, but he had work to do. He had a mission to fulfill. Twee was waiting for him and counting on him.

  He reluctantly got to his feet and stretched his thin body. Almost immediately he felt the chill of the air embrace him sending his body into fits of shivers. Tchee look at him with her ice blue eyes. “I’ve got to get going, Tchee,” he chattered through clanging teeth. “I still have a long way to go before I can return home.”

  Tchee just stared at him.

  Teek sighed and thought to make hand motions to try and relay his need to his animal friend when Tchee suddenly popped to her feet. As if she had understood every word, she stretch out her wing and lowered it so he could climb onto her back. Teek shook his head, amazed as he scrambled up between her shoulder blades. “You are truly amazing, Tchee,” he said burrowing into her feathers as far as he could. “It’s as if you understand my every wooooooo…”

  Before he could finish his sentence, Tchee sprang from the ground and into the air gaining altitude with incredible speed. Teek felt his stomach drop for a brief moment and then it all came up—everything. All the fish he had just devoured sailed into the wind and then rushed back behind him dropping in a semi-digested shower to the ground now far below. Tchee dipped to the side narrowly avoiding the mess but the sudden movement sent Teek hurling again.

  It was a miserable ride from then on. The slightest movements were all that was needed to send his stomach into wrenching spasms. After the third wave of retching there was no longer anything to bring up but his stomach still tortured him with its twisting and wringing as if trying to force the very last bit of substance from his body. He soon lost track of all direction, unaware of where they were flying or how long they were in the air. All he could think about now was getting back to the ground where he belonged without another fit of the dry heaves.

  When they finally did land all his energy was spent. The best he could manage was to merely flop onto the ground not caring where he landed or what dangers might be lurking about. He was exhausted. What started as a tremendous thrill, racing over the magnificent Dorian mountains, had quickly become a stomach acid and fish bits bath that left him feeling like a rubbed out rag. His throat burned with the acrid taste of vomit and he longed for a small drink to clean out his mouth.

  Forcing himself onto an elbow, he looked around briefly to ascertain their new environment. Tchee stood pruning herself as if unconcerned with his situation. They looked to still be somewhere in the mountains but from the air temperature they must have descended in elevation. Small, gnarled trees dotted the rocky landscape that revealed small pockets of grass, one of which he was lucky enough to have dropped on or his landing would have been a bit more painful. A small glimmer of water quickly caught his attention revealing a small lake at the end of a gentle slope just below.

  Forcing himself upright, Teek half stumbled half crawled to the water’s edge and, without thought, dipped his head right in. The frigid water was a welcome shock that seemed to clear his mind some and revitalize his senses. He took in a small amount of water to wash out his mouth and then rolled back onto his side and looked back up the rise to where Tchee stood digging ferociously at an itch under her wing. Comforted that the large bird seemed content where she was and not thinking she would have brought them anywhere that might be dangerous, Teek closed his eyes and allowed his exhausted body to overcome him with sleep.

  * * *

  He woke with a start as a large shadow slipped across his face. Darting to the side, he
pulled his dagger. The shadow quickly slipped away uncovering the sun in a blinding flash. Jerking his arm up to shade his eyes Teek held his dagger in front of him waving it frantically hoping to connect with something or at least block any attack.

  “Wo there now, lad,” a gravely voice rasped at his right. “There be no cause fer such things as that.”

  “Who are you?” Teek asked in desperation still trying to clear his eyes and position himself out of the sun’s direct light.

  “No one that deserves such a welcome as that I can assure ye,” the voice responded.

  A sudden screech echoed through the air comforting Teek in its fierceness and relieving some of his anxiety. EEEEEERRRRRROOOOOOCCCCCCC! Teek backed away from the voice that had now become the dark outline of a faceless body partially blocking the blinding sun. Tchee screamed again passing low overhead causing the form to drop to the ground blinding Teek once more in the sudden flash of sunlight.

  “Are ye daft boy?” the voice called up from the ground. “Git on yer belly befer that creature comes back and rips ye from the ground.”

  But Teek kept backing up until he felt he was a safe enough distance away. A large gust of wind suddenly enveloped him, sucking up particles of dirt from the ground and Tchee’s large, white body dropped in front of him placing herself between him and his assailant. With the large shadow she cast, Teek was finally able to get a fair look at the man who had snuck up on him.

  He was startled by the squat, square body that rose from the ground, a large axe hefted in one beefy arm and a wavy bladed dagger in the other. He had a long red beard that dropped past a rotund belly nearly touching a silver belt buckle. A helmet covered his large head but Teek could see the bright red hair cascading out the back. Bushy eyebrows pressed down on dull gray eyes that narrowed as they seemed to be measuring Tchee.

  Tchee squawked a challenge and then rumbled low in her chest. Teek looked at her in surprise and then suddenly held up his hands and shouted. “Wait!”