The Messenger it-1
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“I was doubly lucky, it turns out,” said the Highlander king with unusual humility. “His survival is the only thing that saved me when I came out on the snowfield below.” He coughed awkwardly, looking down at the ground, then back into Moreen’s eyes.
“My lady chieftain,” he said bluntly. “I have acted wrongly in ways that, as you have correctly pointed out, are more suited to ogrekind than man. I would humbly and sincerely beg your forgiveness.”
Moreen’s dark eyes flashed, gleamed with a note of triumph. Kerrick watched her, wondering if she would unleash the crooked half-smile that he found so intriguing. Instead, her face remained tight, pensive, and Strongwind eventually lowered his eyes.
“We won!” Little Mouse said, running up to them excitedly. “I took a spear from a tusker! And I killed two of them.…” His voice trailed off, and he looked at the notch, still bloody and covered with scattered bodies, some from their side. “It wasn’t quite the adventure I thought it would be,” he admitted. Then his eyes widened in dismay. “Not Tildey?” he groaned, his voice cracking.
“Yes,” said Bruni, kneeling beside her tribemate. She closed Tildey’s eyes with a gentle touch of her big hand, as the big woman’s tears mingled with Mouse’s and Moreen’s.
“We suffered much today, losses we will never replace,” said the chiefwoman sadly.
Garta and several other Arktos came from the fortress to join them at the pass. The matronly woman, her handless arm draped awkwardly around Feathertail, looked at Moreen with tears of relief and grief in her eyes. “The Highlanders carried me up the rope,” she said. “It’s true, Moreen-you brought us here, to safety! You did it!” Emotion overcoming her, she began to cry softly. Feathertail offered her a small rag to dry her tears.
“Now, don’t be carrying on like that!” snapped Dinekki, hobbling up to join them. “We’ve got plenty of work to do before that place is liveable! And I swear, it’s going to take years to get the fish stink out of these stones.”
“Welcome to Brackenrock,” Moreen said, stepping back and gesturing Kerrick and Strongwind toward the tall towers, the still-yawning gateway where people were still busy gathering tusker bodies, and cleaning up rubble.
“It is warm here, and the sun is returning.” She took the elf’s hands and looked into his face. “Your coming was a message from the goddess to us. You brought us across the strait and here, at the end of the battle, started the greatest avalanche in the history of Icereach. I welcome your friendship and will do anything I can to repay you.”
Kerrick flushed, suddenly ashamed of his base motives. She didn’t know he had sailed on a quest for gold. Right now he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. He nodded gratefully.
“I have a lot I want to say to you,” Moreen added, before looking over at Strongwind Whalebone sternly. “You, too.”
“I will listen,” promised the king of the Highlanders, “but know that my people have paid in blood for this place, even as have yours.”
“You told me that this is a place sacred to your people’s history, as it is for ours. Perhaps we have more in common than we thought,” Moreen said. “Perhaps now, with a shared victory, we can explore our points of similarity, instead of our differences.”
“Yes,” the king said sincerely. “Let us talk.”
“You go ahead,” Kerrick said, as they started toward the warm fortress. “I’ll be right there.”
The elven sailor wanted to check on his boat. He walked out to the very brink of the notch, until he could see the small circle of water that was the cove. He looked down, saw Cutter floating there still icebound and safe. The ogres in their chaotic retreat were vanishing around the shoulder of mountain at the shoreline, and they had left his boat alone. He waved, and was not surprised to see a small figure seated at the tiller, waving back.
He waved again and blinked, and there was no one there.
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