Pip Vaughan-Hughes - The Vault of bones

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What fun!' he cackled. Tor God's sake, man, did you want to hunt with all those old women? Thought not. My dear, lucky friend, I have my own secrets, and today I am going to share them with you.' He tapped his nose. We, and only we, will be bringing the prize home today.'

We set off again through the trees and scrub. It was not easy going. The worst part of it was the boar spear I carried in my right hand, and between making sure it did not snag in every low-hanging branch and keeping my horse on the path I soon grew quite hot and silent, although Rollo kept up an endless patter of self-regarding nonsense, mostly relating to wenches he had or intended to swive, and fine ladies who had or intended to swive him.

I found it easy to ignore him, for years spent aboard a ship had inured me to the vexing effects of idle chatter. And besides, it was a beautiful day. The dogs were putting up fat birds that looked like grouse to left and right. Even though we were long past the first frost, cicadas had dragged themselves out of hiding and were rattling half-heartedly from the olive trees. I interrupted Rollo to suggest we try our hands at shooting some of the grouse, but he waved me off.

'No, no, good Petrus. I know where the big beasts are. Let us not waste our time with birds. Do you not want to be the man who kills the finest boar?'

'I should be glad if it does not kill me,' I muttered. But Rollo took that for assent, and we trotted on.

The valley of the Lycus river is quite deep and wide, although the stream itself is small. Our path began to descend past ruined walls and odd grottoes scooped into the ground where it was steep. 'See those caves?' asked Rollo. When this was the royal hunting-ground, there weren't any trees, not like now. No cover for beasts. So they dug caves for them, and ditches and the Lord knows what else. Lazy emperors would always know where to. look, eh? Bloody Greeks!' He laughed. 'No, I am a liar. I have nothing against Greeks – in any case not their women. Although they do grow fine moustaches. But then again…' And thus, having imparted a morsel of interest, he began his prattle once more. So it went on. The track led us down through flowering gorse and thickets of broom, and into a wood of young oaks. Boars lived here, all right: the ground between the trunks was quite bare and churned up. Now I saw the river, a dark gleam through the trees.

'This is where they are,' said Rollo, dropping his voice at last. 'I saw a huge brute here once. Killed my best dog. Gored a servant too,' he added as an afterthought. 'Dogs! Here, you lovely beasts!' And raising his horn he blew three high, urgent notes. The four alaunt hounds, who were milling about around us, stopped and stared up at their master. Rollo blew again, and the dogs, as one animal, set off at a dead run towards the river. Signalling me to follow, Rollo kicked his horse into a trot and went after them.

All this talk of monstrous boars had made my mouth somewhat dry. I hefted my spear and wondered, not for the first time that day, how one actually used these things. Was I supposed to throw it? Or just try to skewer the boar while it tried to kill me? Throw it and run, I decided grimly. Rollo clearly felt no such misgivings. Winding his way through the oaks, he was singing a lively song, a rather beautiful one about hunting both stags and amorous ladies, and for the first time that morning I almost liked the man. Trotting in his wake, I kept a tight grip on the haft of my spear, and hoped, friend or not, that any hideous beasts would charge Rollo first. I was in the midst of these uncharitable thoughts when my companion reined in and held a finger to his lips.

'Do you hear that?' I shook my head. 'The dogs. Over there: they have picked up a scent. Or… no! They see something!' And with a yell he dug in his heels and took off at a gallop. I had no time to admire the skill with which Rollo guided his horse around the tree trunks, for I had all my attention fixed upon my own spear and reins. So when he stopped suddenly in a clearing I nearly rode hard into him. He said nothing, but pointed to the far side of the open ground.

A stone wall ran down through the trees and ended at the river. Beyond, the turkey oaks spread green shadows. In the angle of the wall and the river stood a boar, hemmed in by the four hounds, who were barking madly but keeping their distance. In this they showed sound judgement, for the boar was a monster. Big as any pampered farm hog – big, indeed, as a bear – he wore a thick coat of dark-grey fur which stood up in a tall crest along his back. His ears were huge and pointed and his eyes were small and livid red. But it was his tusks that made the sweat start cold across my skin. They sprang from the black snarl of his lips in a tangle of dirty ivory, big as Moorish swords and all a-quiver with their owners rage. Pearly spittle dangled in ropes, which flew and caught in the greenery like spiderwebs when the beast shook his great head.

'Mary's dugs’ whispered Rollo when I came up beside him. He had stopped his horse ten or so paces behind the dogs and was gripping his spear with white knuckles. 'That is the fiend I chased down before. God almighty – he has grown, I think’ 'Now what?' I asked, tersely. 'Now we kill it’ he said, simply. Then he turned to me, a warm smile on his lips. 'The honour is yours, good Petrus’ I thought this must be another of his jests, but with a bilious lurch of horrified realisation I saw that he was sincere. I gave him a wordless grimace of refusal, but he was watching the boar and did not see. What was I to do? I had a general idea of how these things were done. The dogs would hold the creature at bay while I rode in and stuck it with my spear. But it was plain that the dogs would not be able to hold this monster if he decided to break free, and it was just as plain that I had not the slightest idea how to spear a gigantic, enraged boar from horseback. I dithered, and my nerves were felt by my horse, who had been good enough with me all morning but now began to fret. She started to dance sideways on stiff legs, and I cursed and pulled on the reins. Rollo mistook this for eagerness on my part, and raised his horn to sound the charge, or whatever madness is the proper form at such times. But as he did so, and as I was about to drop my spear to devote both hands to my horse, there was a crescendo of barks and growling and I looked up in time to see one of the alaunts break the circle and leap upon the boar. The monster shrieked – a ghastly, almost human sound – and with a flick of his snout he opened the dog up from balls to chest. Guts spilled out in a livid jumble of blue and red, and as the dog tried to stand they tangled around his legs and held him fast as he kicked out his last seconds. This was too much for the other dogs. As one they rushed at the boar. One grabbed the bristling snout in its teeth and with one flick was sent flying. The others came at the boars flanks and battened on. But the great dogs seemed like mere ticks compared to the muscled bulk of the pig. Spinning around, he shook one loose and, dragging the other dog, whose teeth were sunk in his shoulders and tearing deep, bloody furrows through the fur, he charged the stunned alaunt and gored it in a shrieking frenzy until its throat burst open and showered everything with bright blood. Then the boar, seemingly oblivious to the remaining dog hanging from his flesh, turned his fury upon us.

My horse pranced and snorted, for the stench of blood and swine was heavy in the air. She twitched, and suddenly I heard Horst's voice in my head: 'Take command’ he said. He had yelled those words to me countless times as I tortured poor Iblis with my clumsiness and stupidity. Now I saw very clearly that my mount was on the verge of panic. She would bolt or throw me off – either way, things would be grim. Beside me, Rollo's horn was poised before his lips but instead of blowing he stared, white-faced, at the ruin that had come to his dogs. I could not run away, I supposed, my mind whirling but time oddly stilled around me. So I did what Horst had taught me: I charged. All the horse's terror, the panic that quivered in her limbs like stretched bowstrings, found its release the moment my spurs met her flanks, and she sprang forward. The boar, who had no doubt been sizing us up for butchery, gave a falsetto screech of surprise.

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