Mark Sehestedt: Sentinelspire

"You were not wrong. Kheil died in the Yuirwood. I am called Berun now."

"Berun?" Sauk snorted.

"It means 'hope' in the tongue of Aglarond. The druids gave me the name."

"The same druids who killed you?" j "The same druid Kheil was sent to kill."

The two stared at each other, Berun holding the half-orc's gaze, Sauk flexing one fist. Berun knew the half-orc was giving serious consideration to beating him again, "What happened to you?" said Sauk. The half-orc looked down on him, his gaze hardening with each breath until his gray eyes stared out, hard as flint.; "Kheil died." r "You don't look dead."

"I told you. I am not Kheil. I am Berun."

A moment of tense silence, then, "That's how it is- then? After all we shared…"

Berun didn't want to antagonize Sauk any further, and mostly he felt… not compassion. Not quite. Not for Sauk. But neither did he take any pleasure in deepening another person's pain. Not even Sauk.

He swallowed and said, "Kheil is dead. Nine years dead."

"Let him rest easy," said Sauk. "Is that it?"

"Kheil will never rest easy."

Sauk snorted and looked down on him. He reached into a large pocket of his vest and pulled out what looked like a thin green strip leather. He held it out to Berun, who realized at once what it was. Perch's tail.

"I had to pull your lizard off Taaki," said Sauk. "But the damned thing's tail snapped right off."

"Where is he?"

"Your lizard?" Sauk shrugged. "You tell me. Little bug-eater ran off. You really care that much?" "You care about Taaki?"

Sauk blinked and his eyes widened. For him, that signified shock. "You have an arumwon?"

Berun took the tail. "Something like that."

Among Sauk's orc clan, arumwon meant "beast brother," an animal friend meant to serve and protect. Berun suspected it was very much like his own bond with Perch.

Sauk shook his head, a smile threatening to crease his face. "Kheil the assassin turned zuwar. Never would've thought." He banged his chest with a tight fist. "Kumash damunl Taste the blood! Eh, Kheil?"

Blood had filled Berun's cheek again, but he knew that if he spit now, Sauk would take it as a grave insult. Berun swallowed. "The Beastlord did not call me, Sauk," said Berun. "I serve the Oak Father."

A look that was half smirk and half scowl twisted Sauk's face, as if he'd bitten down on a bitter root. "That explains why you hunt with a lizard instead of a tiger."

"That lizard whipped your tiger."

A dangerous glint lit Sauk's gaze. "Taaki did as she was told. She got you down here. She'd've eaten your little lizard had she wanted. Little thing like that, she probably wouldn't have bothered chewing."

Berun opened his mouth to say, She d have had to catch hint first, and she was doing a poor job of that, but good sense took hold of his tongue and he clamped his jaw shut.

"You hungry, old friend?" asked Sauk.

"Not really."

"You always were a master liar, Kheil, but I could always see through you. Me and Talieth, we were the only ones, eh?" Berun said nothing.

"We have things to discuss," said Sauk. "Many things. And tongues always wag better over a full stomach. Come."

Berun unstrung his bow and carefully slid the arrow back into his quiver. It would be no use against so many. If it came to a fight, it would be bladework.

One of Sauk's men tossed a knotted rope over the rocks so they could climb up. Sauk went first, then Berun, followed by the spearman. When Berun came up over the ledge, the steppe tiger crouched an arm's length away. Taaki looked down at him, her eyes narrowed. Her nostrils flared and the lips pulled back over her teeth. Again the growl seemed to hit the gut more than the ears.

"Ragh ala, Taaki," said Sauk, calming her. He looked down on Berun. "She remembers you. Still doesn't like you much."

Berun stepped aside to give the spearman room to get up-and to put the half-orc between him and the tiger. "She never liked Kheil," he said. "She doesn't know me."

"Hunters know their own," said Sauk. He turned away, and the tiger followed.

Berun kept a careful eye on the underbrush and treetops as they walked. Perch was close but keeping himself hidden. In the early evening with the shadows thick, it was easy for Perch to stay out of sight. Not once did he show himself, but Berun knew he was there all the same.

The loss of his tail hadn't really hurt Perch. It was a gift of his species-the tail snapped off to distract a predator long enough to get away. Given proper nourishment, he'd grow a new one soon enough.

They walked less than a quarter mile, to a place where an offshoot of a stream fed a reed-choked pool. Sauk and his men made their camp just where stream met pool, so they were surrounded by water on two sides. Full dark had fallen, and Sauk's men busied themselves building fires.

Taaki padded off into the woods, and Sauk motioned for Berun to sit opposite a small fire from him. The half-orc seemed grim, his brows low and his jaw tight. Berun knew that he had probably spent their walk going over their conversation, getting angrier with each retelling in his mind.

Berun sat and put his unstrung bow across his lap.

Sauk glanced down at it. "A fine weapon. You always hated the bow," said Sauk. "Called it a coward's weapon. You liked to get in close for the kill, see your prey's eyes as the light dimmed. One of the things I liked about you."

Kheil had once said those very words-and meant them. Berun said, "I don't kill for pleasure."

"You seemed ready to kill Gerrell down by the water. And you've been hunting Taaki for days."

"Your man was about to kill me-or so I thought. I was hunting Taaki only because I thought a beast had come out of the Khopet-Dag. She's been killing sheep, you know. Took a shepherd. And the hunters sent after her still haven't been found. Had I known it was Taaki, I-"

"What?" said Sauk, heat rising in his voice. "Turned tail and hid in the woods, hoping I'd go away?"

Berun looked into the fire. The barb struck. He'd been thinking those very thoughts after sending Lewan away.

"I believe you," said Sauk. "You told me Kheil died. I didn't believe you. Didn't want to. Thought perhaps my brother had returned by some miracle. Now I see that I was a fool to hope."

Lifting his gaze from the flames, Berun looked up and said, "Kheil is dead. I am Berun now."

"Berun, sworn of the Oak Father," said Sauk, his upper lip lifted in a sneer. "A damned leaf lover. A blight beater."

The world came into sudden, sharp focus. Even the sounds of the stream and men talking as they went about their business seemed clear, every ripple of the water and companionable jibe distinct. Berun recognized the sudden awareness in him for what it was. Anger. He'd been holding a lid on his fear since seeing those letters scratched in the boot print. Fear that Kheil's old life was catching up to him after nine years of trying to bury it. But Sauk's casual curse of the Oak Father and his servants had lifted that lid off his fear, and here in the nighttime camp, Berun found himself filled with anger. No, not anger. Pure, cold rage. Nine years! Nine years of burying the past, and here it was again, spitting in the face of all he now held precious.

"You never answered me," said Berun, his voice careful and controlled. "What do you want? Why this ruse to draw me out here? 'A fool to hope.' Please. You didn't go through all this for a reunion. You want something. You said Talieth found me. Did she send you? Are you still her father's favorite lapdog?"

The rest of the camp had gone quiet halfway through Berun's speech. Every man now stood watching, some sitting paralyzed with bits of food held before open mouths. Others were caressing the hilts of their weapons. All eyes were on Sauk,

The half-orc's eyes had narrowed to slits, and he was grinding his teeth as he watched Berun. v