“We must go at dawn. There's someone a few clearings from here who might be willing to trade me for a ship. I have something valuable enough to interest him...”
In his hands, he looked at the ivory handled dagger. Axel turned it around: once, twice, three times.
It was the only reminder he had of his own anonymous father. It came with him when he was given over to the elders as a baby, and raised among men in the deep woods.
Any one of them might have been his maker, but he didn't know, and neither did they. He had nothing except the gorgeous heirloom that would have to be leveraged for freedom.
Neither of them slept that night. Jordan used roots to make herself a special tea. It would help keep her nausea at bay during travel. Too bad there wasn't a similar brew for hiding her fear.
Her little fingers shook when she wrapped them in Axel's large hands several hours later. They stepped out into the cold air together, quickly stepping onto the snow covered path. The icy chill of the last few days had eased, and there was only a couple inches of dusty snow billowing through the forest.
The frigid slosh of Great Lake grew louder. Axel jumped down into the hollow formed by a massive dead trunk when they were at the edge of the forest.
A weathered, older man came out, disturbed by the sound. He saw the ivory dagger drawn from the sac immediately, and his eyes lit up. But not more than they did when they scanned Jordan's body, prompting a lecherous smile.
“She's seen better days, but this boat can get you across...if you know where you're going. Wouldn't want it to sink and take a pretty little thing like that to the bottom.” He chuckled, a raspy noise that turned to coughs just seconds later.
The large canoe was bobbing in the waters, tied to a cylindrical stone. Before he handed over the dagger, Axel cut the rope, loading his supplies and Jordan onto the little vessel.
She didn't realize they were moving at all until the shore began to recede. The icy waters were brutal, even beneath three thick skins wrapped tightly around everything but her face. She eyed the waves on the side nervously, watching as they slapped the sides of the boat.
Axel's bare chest gleamed, even in the cold, his sweat icing over. He turned the heavy oars up and over in the water, churning with unnatural strength.
This is more than just a hunt or a fight with another man. I'm fighting for my survival, for Jordan's, for the future of my family...
A long puff of warm smoke gushed from his mouth. It wasn't just the strenuous rowing, but the alien word.
Families were compact and segregated in the Land of Underfalls. There were only bloodlines and mothers and daughters – nothing else. They were committing the ultimate taboo by eloping together, but there was no turning back. The drive across the lake felt like venturing into the underworld.
“I'm scared.” Jordan's voice trembled, barely audible over the crisp wind flying off the waves. They were just past the Great Lake's center, and the shore was a distant blur, no matter what direction she looked.
“Calm yourself, little rabbit. We're going to make it across and find a new home.” Axel's arms were burning. He had no idea if his words were true.
Her fear injected him with new energy. He groaned, fierce sounds she hadn't heard since their last coupling.
A wave so large it sloshed inside the canoe crashed down, spraying her with icy droplets. Her teeth chattered and she hugged the skins tight around her.
Jordan couldn't take the sight of the waters anymore, untamed by the far off land. She turned her eyes downward and closed them, listening to the chaos all around her.
Axel's hand stroked her chin sometime later. “Look up. We're about to break land...”
When she turned her head up, the mist over the waves had broken as they neared the unfamiliar sands. The hills that had always waited in the distance were enormous humps, some of them practically barren of vegetation.
“Ohh,” she said, awe struck by their size. Her eyes were fixed on the fat peaks until the bump of the ship on land reawakened her consciousness.
Axel leaped out into the cold mud. He used a short rope to bind the vessel to a nearby rock and lifted her out, along with their bag.
Jordan started walking toward a path that led up the nearest hill through dense forest. She couldn't tell if the walkway was sculpted by Nature or man made.
“No!” Axel's hand darted out and tugged her back. “This is probably where the cave bears come from. We don't want to go up into their wild territories. We need to fashion our own home, right next to shore...we can move later.”
They ventured off into a small clearing of trees. Several were knocked flat, their great trunks dead and hard. Axel pulled the shovel from the bag and started to dig below the gnarled roots of one, crafting them a new hollow.
“We made it,” she said softly, the realization breaking through for the first time. Then she laughed as warm blood flooded her, from pregnant belly to soft hands.
Axel smiled and stopped chopping into the cold ground as her hands wrapped around him.
“What now?” She said, her voice crinkling like a thin sheet of tin in his ear.
“Now? We make love under the tent tonight, little rabbit, and then the new hollow. Let us populate this new land. We are the masters and lovers here, free to interpret Nature's will to our heart's desire.”
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