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Bruce Cordell: Lady of Poison

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The Oslander nodded. Without a word he traced a path of footprints from the door of the home, slinking toward the trees where the volodnis had retreated, stepping quietly but moving with some speed. Experience with his friend’s abilities told Marrec that Gunggari could track most anything, but he would wait for Marrec’s help before launching any sort of counterattack or rescue. Marrec ducked back into the house.

The older man looked into Marrec’s eyes and said, “Thank you. Why are you helping me? I don’t even know you. My name is Hemish.”

“Yes, I know. I’m Marrec, but that’s not important right now. I have a pressing question for you, one I have traveled leagues to ask.” Marrec paused for a breath. “Hemish, have you ever seen or heard of somebody or something called the ‘Child of Light?’”

Thought creased Hemish’s brow. He said, “Well, can’t say that I have. Has it got anything to do with Ash?”

Intuition tickled Marrec, growing stronger. It was exactly the sort of feeling he had learned to trust as subtle guidance from the higher world. Marrec said, “Hemish, I believe that your daughter, Ash, is the Child of Light I seek, the child whom I’ve been seeking these long months.”

Hemish looked at Marrec, nonplussed, and said, “Why? What’s this business with ‘light’ and seeking? Ash hasn’t done anything. She’s normal, if a little slow in the head.”

Marrec laid a hand on the man’s shoulder and replied, “I assure you, I come with no sinister intent, exactly the opposite. The Child of Light is important to the goddess Lurue, also called the Wild Mother and Healing Hand. I am her servant, and on her behalf, I’ve sought the Child of Light. If Ash and the Child of Light are one and the same, this can only be a joyous occasion.”

“Joyouswhat are you talking about? She’s been kidnapped, I told you.”

“I’ve never known Gunggari to fail. He’ll find her. Meantime, I ask you, please tell me more of your daughter, Ash.”

Hemish continued to think, looking up at Marrec, then fingering the wound Marrec had healed. It didn’t take him long to reach a decision. More calmly than before, he said, “It doesn’t surprise me that someone has finally come asking about her, actually. She is different, despite what I just said. She is special. I count myself the luckiest man alive that it was I who found her lying so helpless in the trees almost five years now gone past.”

Marrec’s pulse raised in tempo, “She’s not your natural born child?”

“No. She’s a foundling, but just as precious despite that.”

A foundling… Marrec, too, had been raised by those who were not his real parents, he, too, having being found out alone in the elements by kindly people. Could there be some sort of connection? Marrec’s fingers brushed at the scars hidden by his hairline, wondering.

“Does she… does she have a way about her eyes… or something not quite right about her hair?” asked Marrec, with a tentative note in his voice.

“Uhm, no. The strange thing is, she can speak. Well, speak enough to say a single word, even from the day I found her. Ash’ is the word she says, and it’s what I call her. That, and…” Hemish paused, gauging Marrec’s reaction. “That, and her touch is magic. If you’ve taken a hurt or are feeling poorly, Ash’s touch can grant you relief.”

The healer’s hand. Nothing like his own “condition,” then. Marrec sighed. Still, if she was the Child of Light and somehow connected with the Unicorn Queen, her healing touch wasn’t an ability completely unexpected.

“A healer. Truly, a gift from Lurue.”

Hemish said, “She’s my Ash, and she’s been taken by those things. If she’s somehow tied up with you and your god, it’s funny that you show up just now, just as she’s taken away from me. Maybe you drew those creatures here. What if you’re to blame?” His voice cracked from strain and a sudden anger.

Marrec banished thoughts of his own young memories. First things first. The Child of Light was in immediate danger.

“Hemish, I’m going to find her. I’m going to save her from those creatures that took her from you, and I’m going to discover just what her connection is to Lurue and the goddess’ growing silence. Right now, I value her safety above that of all others. You’ll know soon enough if I succeed.”

The unicorn warrior strode from the house. He’d spent enough time gathering informationmore could be learned later when he’d secured the child’s safety. Villagers were still gathered outside, talking about the events of the day. They quieted when Marrec exited Hemish’s home. He waved to them as he quickly moved to the edge of the trees where Gunggari had darted into the woods.

Marrec called back over his shoulder, “I’m going to find Hemish’s girl,” for the benefit of queries he heard in his wake.

Within the shade of the first few trees, Marrec smiled. He found what he’d hopeda tiny cairn of hastily assembled pebbles. Gunggari had left the marker indicating the direction he’d taken in tracking the blighted volodnis. That was a technique they’d used before. Marrec couldn’t go nearly as quietly as the Oslander, but following markers, he could bring up the rear quickly enough.

Marrec strode confidently into the trees on the trail of Gunggari, fleeing volodnis, and he hoped, the Child of Light. How odd that she should be a foundling, just as Marrec had been.


Tired and alone, the child waved his arms ineffectually and tried to crawl into the center of the empty road. He didn’t know why he had been abandoned; he was too young to remember much. He ceased crying hours earlier. He was too tired and too hungry to cry. All that was left was dreary persistence.

When Harmon the cobbler found the infant, the child was nearly dead of exposure. Staring up at the newcomer who had intruded on his field of view, the child made a small sound, trying to give voice to his day of loneliness and cold. Only a whimper escaped the infant’s lips.

Harmon was a good man and did the right thing. The cobbler brought the baby boy back into town. Harmon and his wife Celia nursed the young boy back to health and began to ask around as to the child’s identity, but it was soon clear that no one would claim the lost boy. Apparently, he was an orphan.

Harmon named the boy Marrec and brought the foundling into his family. Already the father of six other children, the cobbler and his wife didn’t make the decision lightly. Marrec was another mouth to feed and another responsibility for Harmon and Celia, but soon enough Marrec came to regard the kind man and his smiling wife as his real parents. Being only a year and a half old, unable to recall his past, where he had come from, or even how he had been abandoned in the wilderness, Marrec made that internal transition automatically.

Marrec grew into a healthy, inquisitive boy. Though raised as a brother, his older siblings always treated him a little differently, keeping him at something of a distance. That was fine with Marrec. He delighted mostly in the arts of sword, spear, and bow, though he also found solace in the wild. Marrec was particularly fond of the deer, the coyotes, and other animals of hill and glen. He kept many pets of that sort as he grew older, though his parents frowned on anything more dangerous than a hare. His adopted brothers and sisters cared more for the arts of commerce, specifically cobbling, except for his stepbrother Emmon. Emmon shared Marrec’s passion for the wild, though he didn’t share Marrec’s facility with swords, staves, and other implements of the warrior. Emmon often accompanied Marrec on his treks out of town into the edges of the badlands. Growing up, Emmon was Marrec’s closest friend.

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