FIERCE: Sixteen Authors of Fantasy

by Mercedes Lackey

  The forest suddenly changed, with dozens of trails stretching out before them, each splitting in a dozen ways. Another horn sounded, and the huge group began to break up into smaller groups.

  Thor stuck close to Erec, and Reece and O’Connor joined them; they all turned onto a narrow path that curved sharply downward. They ran and ran, Thor clutching his spear tight as he jumped a small creek. Their small group comprised Erec and Kendrick on horseback, Thor, Reece, O’Connor, and Elden on foot, making six of them—and as Thor turned, he noticed two more members of the Legion running up behind them, joining them. They were large and broad, with wavy sandy hair that fell past their eyes, and big smiles. They looked to be a couple of years older than Thor—and they were identical twins.

  “I am Conval,” one of them called out to Thor.

  “And I Conven.”

  “We are brothers,” Conval said.

  “Twins!” Conven added.

  “Hope you don’t mind if we join you,” Conval said to Thor.

  Thor had seen them around in the Legion, but had never met them before. He was happy to meet new members, especially members who were friendly to him.

  “Happy to have you,” Thor called out.

  “The more hands the better,” Reece echoed.

  “I hear the boars in this wood are huge,” Conval remarked.

  “And deadly,” Conven added.

  Thor looked at the long spears the twins carried, three times longer than his, and wondered. He noticed them looking at his short spear.

  “That spear won’t be long enough,” Conval said

  “These boars have big tusks. You need something longer,” Conven said.

  “Take mine,” Elden said, running to Thor and offering his spear.

  “I can’t take yours,” Thor said. “What would you use?”

  Elden shrugged. “I’ll be okay.”

  Thor was touched at his generosity, and marveled at how different their friendship was now.

  “Take one of mine,” ordered a voice.

  Thor looked up and saw Erec ride up beside him, gesturing to the saddle, which held two long spears.

  Thor reached out and grabbed a long spear from the saddle, grateful to have it. It was heavier, and more awkward to run with—but he did feel more protected, and it sounded like he would need it.

  They ran and ran, until the air burned in Thor’s lungs and he did not know if he could go any farther. He was alert, looking about him for any sign of an animal. He felt protected with these other men around him, and invincible with a long spear. But he was still very much on edge. He had never hunted a boar before, and had no idea what to expect.

  As his lungs burned, the forest broke open into a clearing and thankfully, Erec and Kendrick pulled their horses to a stop. Thor assumed that granted them all permission to stop, too. They all stood there, the eight of them in the forest clearing, the boys on foot gasping for air, and Erec and Kendrick dismounting from their horses. The horses panted, but otherwise it was quiet, the only sound the wind in the trees. The noise of the hundreds of other men racing through the forest was now gone, and Thor realized they must be very far from the others.

  He looked around the clearing, panting.

  “I haven’t seen any markings of animals,” Thor said to Reece. “Have you?”

  Reece shook his head.

  “The boar is a crafty animal,” Erec said, stepping forward. “He won’t always show himself. Sometimes he’ll be the one watching you. He might wait until you’re caught off guard, and then he’ll charge. Always keep your guard up.”

  “Look out!” O’Connor yelled.

  Thor spun and suddenly a large animal burst into the clearing with a huge commotion; Thor flinched, thinking they were being attacked by a boar. O’Connor screamed, and Reece turned and hurled a spear at it. It missed, and the animal flew up into the air. It was then that Thor realized it was just a turkey, disappearing back into the wood.

  They all laughed, the tension broken. O’Connor reddened, and Reece laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

  “Don’t worry, friend,” he said.

  O’Connor looked away, embarrassed.

  “There are no boar here,” Elden said. “We chose a bad path. The only thing down this path are fowl. We will come back empty-handed.”

  “Maybe that’s not a bad thing,” said Conval. “I hear a boar fight can be life-and-death.”

  Kendrick calmly surveyed the wood; Erec did the same. Thor could see on the faces of these two men that something was out there. He could tell from their experience and wisdom they were on guard.

  “Well, the trail seems to end here,” Reece said. “So if we go on, the wood will be unmarked. We won’t find our way back.”

  “But if we go back, our hunt is over,” O’Connor said.

  “What would happen if we should return empty-handed?” Thor asked. “Without a boar?”

  “We would be the laughingstock of the others,” Elden said.

  “No we wouldn’t,” Reece said. “Not everyone finds a boar. In fact, it’s more rare to find one than not.”

  As the group of them stood there in silence, breathing hard, watching the woods, Thor suddenly realized he had drunk too much water. He had been holding it in the entire hunt and now he had such a pain in his bladder, he could barely contain it.

  “Excuse me,” he said, and began make to his way into the woods.

  “Where are you going?” Erec asked, cautious.

  “I just have to relieve myself. I’ll be right back.”

  “Don’t go far,” Erec cautioned.

  Thor, self-conscious, hurried into the woods and went about twenty paces from the others, until he found a spot just out of view.

  Just as he finished relieving himself, suddenly, he heard a twig snap. It was loud and distinct, and he knew—he just knew—it was from no human.

  He turned slowly, the hair rising on the back of his neck, and looked. Up ahead, maybe another ten paces, was another small clearing, a boulder in its center. And there, at the base of the boulder, was movement. A small animal, he could not tell what.

  Thor debated whether to go back to his people or to see what it was. Without thinking, he crept forward. Whatever the animal was, he didn’t want to lose it, and if he headed back, it might be gone when he returned.

  Thor stepped closer, hairs on edge as the woods got thicker and there was less room to maneuver. He could see nothing but dense woods, the sun cutting at sharp angles. Finally, he reached the clearing. As he approached, he loosened his grip on his spear, and lowered it down to his hip. He was taken aback by what he saw before him in the clearing, in a patch of sunlight.

  There, squirming in the grass beside the rock, was a small leopard cub. It sat there, squirming and whining, squinting into the sun. It looked as if it had just been born, barely a foot long, small enough to fit inside Thor’s shirt.

  Thor stood there, amazed. The cub was all white, and he knew it must be the cub of the white leopard, the rarest of all animals.

  Hearing a sudden rustling of leaves behind him, he turned to see the entire group rushing toward him, Reece out front, looking worried. In moments, they were upon him.

  “Where did you go?” he demanded. “We thought you were dead.”

  As they all came up beside him and looked down at the cub, he could hear them gasp in shock.

  “A momentous omen,” Erec said to Thor. “You have found the find of a lifetime. The rarest of all animals. It has been left alone. It has no one to care for it. That means it’s yours. It is your obligation to raise it.”

  “Mine?” Thor asked, perplexed.

  “It is your obligation,” Kendrick added. “You found it. Or, I should say, it found you.”

  Thor was baffled. He had tended sheep, but he had never raised an animal in his life, and he had no idea what to do.

  But at the same time, he already felt a strong kinship with the animal. Its small, light blue eyes opened and seemed to stare on
ly at him.

  He approached it, bent down, and picked it up in his arms. The animal reached up and licked his cheek.

  “How does one care for a leopard cub?” Thor asked, overwhelmed.

  “I suppose the same way one cares for anything else,” Erec said. “Feed it when it’s hungry.”

  “You must name it,” Kendrick said.

  Thor pondered, amazed that this was his second time to name an animal in as many days. He remembered a story from his childhood, about a lion that terrorized a village.

  “Krohn,” Thor said.

  The others nodded back in approval.

  “Like the legend,” Reece said.

  “I like it,” O’Connor said.

  “Krohn it is,” Erec said.

  As Krohn lowered its head into Thor’s chest, Thor felt a stronger connection to it than to anything he’d ever had. He couldn’t help but feel as if he’d already known Krohn for lifetimes as the animal squirmed and squealed at him.

  Suddenly there came a distinct sound, one that raised the hair on the back of Thor’s neck, and made him turn quickly and stare up at the sky.

  High above, was Estopheles. It suddenly dove down low, right for Thor’s head, screeching as it did, before lifting at the last second.

  At first Thor wondered if it was jealous of Krohn. But then, with a split second to spare, Thor realized: his falcon was warning him.

  A moment later there came a distinct noise from the other side of the wood. It was a rustling, followed by a charging—and it all happened too fast.

  Because of the warning, Thor had an advantage—he saw it coming and leapt out of the way with a second to spare, as a massive boar charged right for him. It missed him by a hair.

  The clearing broke into chaos. The boar charged the others, ferocious, swinging its tusks every which way. In one swipe, it managed to slice O’Connor’s arm, and blood burst out as he clutched it, screaming.

  It was like trying to fight a bull, but without the proper weapons. Elden tried to jab it with his long spear, but the boar merely turned its head, clamped down on it with its enormous mouth, and in one clean motion bit it in two. Then the boar turned and charged Elden, hitting him in the ribs; luckily for Elden, he narrowly missed being torn apart by its tusks.

  This boar was unstoppable. It was out for blood, and it would clearly not leave them alone until it had it.

  The others rallied and broke into action. Erec and Kendrick drew their swords, as did Thor, Reece, and the others.

  They all encircled the beast, but it was hard to hit, especially with its three-foot-long tusks that kept them from getting anywhere close to it. It ran in circles, chasing them around the clearing. As they each took turns attacking, Erec scored a direct hit, slashing it on its side; but this boar must have been made of steel, because it just kept going.

  That was when everything changed. For a brief moment, something caught Thor’s eyes, and he turned and looked into the forest. In the distance, hidden behind the trees, he could have sworn he saw a man with a black, hooded cloak; he saw him raise a bow and arrow and aim it right for the clearing. He seemed to be aiming not at the boar, but at the men.

  Thor wondered if he were seeing things. Could they be under attack? Here? In the middle of nowhere? By whom?

  Thor allowed his instincts to take over. He sensed that the others were in danger, and he raced for them. He saw the man aiming his bow for Kendrick.

  Thor dove for Kendrick. He tackled him hard, knocking him to the ground, and as he did so, a moment later the arrow flew by, just missing him.

  Thor immediately looked back to the forest, looking for signs of the attacker. But he was gone.

  But he had no time to think; the boar was still sprinting madly about the clearing, only feet away from them. Now it turned in their direction, and Thor had no time to react. He braced himself for the impact as the long, sharp tusks bore down directly for him.

  A moment later there came a high-pitched squeal; Thor turned to see Erec leaping onto the beast’s back, raising his sword high with both hands, and plunging it into the back of its neck. The beast roared, blood squirting from its mouth as it buckled to its knees, then crashed down to the ground, Erec on top of it. It came to a halt just feet away from Thor.

  Everyone stood frozen in place, looking at each other—and wondering what on earth just happened.

  Chapter XXII

  THOR, CARRYING KROHN INSIDE HIS shirt, was overwhelmed by the noise as Reece opened the door to the alehouse. A huge group of waiting Legion members and soldiers, crammed inside, met them with a shout. It was packed and hot inside, and Thor was immediately sandwiched in between his brethren, shoulder to shoulder. It had been a long day of hunting, and they had all gathered here, at this alehouse deep in the woods, to celebrate. The Silver had led the way, and Thor, Reece and the others followed.

  Behind Thor, the twins, Conval and Conven, carried their prize possession, the boar, bigger than anyone else’s, on a long pole over their shoulders. They had to set it down outside the tavern doors before coming in. Thor took a last glance back; it looked so fierce, it was hard to conceive they had killed it.

  Thor felt a squirm inside his jacket and looked down to see his new companion, Krohn. He could hardly believe he was actually carrying a white leopard pup. It stared up at him with its crystal blue eyes and squeaked. Thor sensed he was hungry.

  Thor was jostled inside the alehouse, dozens more men streaming in behind him, and he proceeded deeper into the small, crowded place, which must have been twenty degrees warmer in here—not to mention more humid. He followed Erec and Kendrick, and in turn was followed by Reece, Elden, the twins, and O’Connor, whose arm was bandaged from the boar’s slice, but had finally stopped bleeding. O’Connor seemed more dazed than hurt. His good spirits had returned, and their whole group shuffled deep into the room.

  It was packed shoulder to shoulder, so tight that there was barely room to even turn. There were long benches, and some men stood, while others sat, singing drinking songs and banging their tankards into their friends’, or banging them on the table. It was a rowdy, festive environment, and Thor had never seen anything like it.

  “First time in an alehouse?” Elden asked, practically shouting to be heard.

  Thor nodded back, feeling like a rube once again.

  “I bet you’ve never even had a tankard of ale, have you?” asked Conven, clapping him on the shoulder with a laugh.

  “Of course I have,” Thor shot back defensively.

  He was blushing, though, and hoped no one could tell, because, in fact, he had never truly had ale, aside from the small sip at the wedding. His father had never allowed ale in the house. And even if he did, he was sure he couldn’t afford it.

  “Very good then!” cried out Conval. “Bartender, give us a round of your strongest. Thor here is an old pro!”

  One of the twins put down a gold coin. Thor was amazed at the money these boys carried; he wondered what family they hailed from. That coin could have lasted his family a month back in his village.

  A moment later a dozen tankards of foaming ale were slid across the bar, and the boys pushed their way through and grabbed them; a cask got shoved into Thor’s hand. The foam dripped over the side of his hand, and his stomach twisted in anticipation. He was nervous.

  “To our hunt!” Reece called out.

  “TO OUR HUNT!” the others echoed.

  Thor followed the others, trying to act natural as he raised the foaming liquid to his lips. He took a sip, and hated the taste, but saw the others gulping theirs down, not removing them from their lips until they finished. Thor felt obliged to do the same, or else look like a coward. He forced himself to drink it, gulping it down as fast he could, until finally, halfway through, he set it down, coughing.

  The others looked at him, and roared with laughter. Elden clapped him on the back.

  “It is your first time, isn’t it?” he asked.

  Thor reddened as he wiped foam fro
m his lips. Luckily, before he could reply, there came a shout in the room, and they all turned to see several musicians shove their way in. They started playing on lutes and flutes, clanging cymbals, and the rowdy atmosphere heightened.

  “My brother!” came a voice.

  Thor turned to see a boy a few years older than him, with a small belly yet broad shoulders, unshaven, looking somewhat slovenly, step forward and embrace Reece in an awkward hug. He was joined by three companions, who seemed equally slovenly.

  “I never thought I’d find you here!” he added.

  “Well, once in a while I need to follow in my brother’s footsteps, don’t I?” Reece shouted back with a smile. “Thor, do you know my brother, Godfrey?”

  Godfrey turned and shook Thor’s hand, and Thor could not help but notice how smooth and plump it was. It was not a warrior’s hand.

  “Of course I know the newcomer,” Godfrey said, leaning in too close and slurring his words. “The whole kingdom is alive with talk of him. A fine warrior I hear,” he said to Thor. “Too bad. What a waste of a talent for the alehouse!”

  Godfrey leaned back and roared with laughter, and his three companions joined him. One of them, a head taller than the others, with a huge belly, bright red cheeks, and flush with drink, leaned forward and clamped a hand on Thor’s shoulder.

  “Bravery is a fine trait. But it sends you to the battlefield, and keeps you cold. Being a drunk is a better trait: it keeps you safe and warm—and assures a warm lady by your side!”

  He roared with laughter, as did the others, and the bartender set down fresh tankards of ale for all of them. Thor hoped he wouldn’t be asked to drink; he could already feel the ale rushing to his head.

  “It was his first hunt today!” Reece yelled out to his brother.

  “Was it then?” Godfrey replied. “Well then that calls for a drink, doesn’t it?”

  “Or two!” his tall friend echoed.

  Thor looked down as another cup was shoved into his palm.

  “To firsts!” Godfrey called out.