Angus Wells - Lords of the Sky

Then, the ceremony completed, the mantis led me out and cried, “Welcome, Daviot, who is now a man.” I followed into the cool spring sunlight, blinking a moment as all shouted in answer, “Welcome, Daviot, who is now a man.”

I felt not at all like smiling, for I feared Rekyn had forgotten me, forgotten her promise. I saw my father, an arm about my mother’s shoulders, his face proud, hers a struggling admixture of pride and grief. Delia was beaming, waving enthusiastically, and even Tonium managed a grin. Battus and Lyrta stood beside them, and grave-faced Thorus; Tellurin and Corum with their betrothed; all White-fish village. Then I saw her, Andyrt at her side, both smiling, and I shouted for joy and in that instant entirely forgot my fear.

My parents approached to embrace me. I saw tears on my mother’s cheeks. I hugged them, hugged Delia, and looked to Rekyn. Commur-mage and jennym both came close, and Rekyn said, “Did you think I had forgotten?”

I blushed and toed the dirt a moment with my new-polished boots, then shrugged and answered, “I was afraid you had.”

She smiled. The sun struck blue-black sparks from her hair as she shook her head. I studied her face and asked her bluntly, “When do we depart?”

Andyrt laughed at that and said, “Are you in such a hurry, Daviot? May we not sample the feast before we go?”

I looked at him-there was a little more gray in his hair now, and a recent scar on his chin-and past his shoulder saw my parents. Almost, I said that I had sooner go on the instant: it would have been easier. Instead I smiled and shook my head in turn and answered him, “Of course, and welcome.”

The crowd was a boon then, surrounding me as I walked from the cella to the village square, where Thorym’s tables were augmented by an array of planks and trestles, all set with food and barrels of ale and wine. I thought that, despite the contributions all made to such festivities, this must have cost my father dear. I went to the head of the appointed table-places set there for my family and the mantis, two more for our honored guests-and faced the crowd, and cried, “I bid you welcome and ask you join me.”

That was as much formality as Whitefish village countenanced: the tables were rapidly occupied, the feasting soon begun. I was intent on Rekyn and Andyrt, on the myriad questions that filled my mind.

“You’re in a mighty hurry,” the commur-mage remarked when I again asked when we should depart. I could only shrug, embarrassed, as Rekyn’s finely arched brows rose in mute inquiry.

Then she added gravely, “Do you change your mind, Daviot?”

“No!” I shook my head vigorously, embarrassed afresh as my answer sent crumbs of new-baked bread spilling across the table. “No! I’d go with you to Durbrecht still.”

Rekyn ducked her head once and smiled. “We take you only so far as Cambar Keep,” she said, “to present you to the aeldor. From Cambar you go on alone to Durbrecht.”

That took me a little aback: I had not thought to make so great a journey alone, but in company of my sponsors, Rekyn must have read my expression, for she added gently, “We’ll see you safe aboard a vessel, and you’ll carry an introduction from the aeldor. You’ll be met in Durbrecht.” Then, after a moment’s pause, “We’ve duties of our own in Cambar.”

“The more with these new Comings,” Andyrt muttered, “the God condemn the Kho’rabi.”

“What does it mean?” my father asked.

“I cannot say,” Rekyn told him honestly. “Only that the Sky Lords come unseasonal. Seven of their craft have passed north of Cambar this year alone; more up the coast. Two grounded last year in Draggonek. The Kho’rabi were slain, but the fighting was fierce.”

My father nodded, digesting this. My mother gasped, her eyes finding my face, fearful, as if to the sadness she knew at loss of her son was added the fear he might fall to a Sky Lord’s blade. Rekyn said, “None close to Durbrecht, Donia. Nor likely to come there-the Sorcerous College lies there, remember.”

My mother nodded and essayed a wan smile, her eyes finding mine, troubled.

I had not thought overmuch of my parents’ feelings in the matter of my advancement, being far more enwrapped in my own. Now, in that single instant, I recognized the pain I gave them. Oh, they were proud that I should be so singled out, and pleased for me, but still they saw a son lost to them. We had not spoken of it much-that was not our way-but we knew that at least one year must pass before we might meet again, and-should I remain in Durbrecht-we could not know how many more. Perhaps this would be our last time together.

But I was young, and now a man, and set that burden aside. I drank ale to which I was not accustomed and asked again, “When do we depart?” wishing it might be on the instant, without sad farewells, and at the same time that it might be never.

I believe Rekyn understood, for she chuckled and said, “Certainly you are in a mighty hurry,” making a jest of it. “But in your honor we came by sea, and the return shall not take long.”

I nodded and emptied my mug, and after a while pipes and a gittern were brought out and the dancing began. I drank more ale as Tellurin and Corum, all my friends, came to shake my hand and bid me farewell.

Then, as melancholy threatened (much aided by the ale), Rekyn suggested we depart. My mother presented me with a change of clothing bundled in an oilskin and the admonishment I look after myself, and she held me so close I feared my ribs should break. My father shook my hand, man to man, then himself embraced me and gave me a purse that jingled with the few coins he could afford. Delia flung her arms about my neck and wet my face with kisses and tears in equal measure. Tonium, unusually subdued, clutched my hand. The mantis called the God’s blessing on me. Battus and Lyrta said their good-byes, and taciturn Thorus presented me with a knife held in a leather sheath he had decorated himself. I thanked him and gravely set the scabbard on my belt. I was close to tears myself and grateful for Andyrt’s touch on my shoulder, his calm reminder that the day aged and we had best catch the tide lest we need row our way to Cambar.

We went down to the beach, where a little single-masted cutter waited. I slung my bundle on board and turned to survey Whitefish village.

It seemed now the day had passed in the blinking of an eye, that the last four years had flown by. The feasting had lasted well into the afternoon, and the sun now stood above the headland. The pines there were stark and black, limned in sunlight. The roof of the cella shone white, its bell gleaming. The village looked very small; the world beyond seemed infinitely large. I clambered into the boat after Rekyn. Andyrt took the tiller; I went to the mast, raising the sail to catch the offshore breeze. I stood there as Andyrt took us out, all the time looking back to where everyone and everything I knew, all that was familiar to me, lay, growing steadily smaller as I went away.

We came to the mouth of the river Cambar as dusk gave way to night. It was not a long journey; but then it was the farthest I had ever been from home, and it felt to me a very long way indeed. The half-filled moon stood pale at our backs, flinging shards of silver light over the quickening swell that marked the river’s mouth, where fresh water met the salt sea between two headlands topped with windblown pines. Andyrt swung the tiller over, and I sprang unthinking to the sail. It did not occur to me that Rekyn must have taken this duty before, and she said nothing, leaving me to my task. I believe it was a kindness on her part, that I might begin these steps along the new path of my life with some sense of usefulness, not merely as a passenger. I caught the sail before it luffed, and we rode the last of the wind a little way upriver. Then it was oarwork, and that, too, Rekyn left to me, so that I faced Andyrt’s shadowed form as we proceeded up the Cambar. In consequence I did not see the keep until we docked.