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David Dalglish: Weight of Blood

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“I do.”

“Will that be a problem?” Alvrik asked.

“Up to all the others you hire,” Harruq said. “But I'll be fine. I don't start much, but I always finish.”

Alvrik laughed. He nudged the man next to him, who grabbed the quill.

“Give me your name,” he asked, dabbing the tip into the ink.

“Harruq,” he said. “Harruq Tun.”

“Well, Harruq,” Alvrik said, slowly nodding his head. “I'll see you right here at sunrise tomorrow. Got that?”

Harruq grinned ear to ear, even his nervousness unable to lessen his excitement.

“I'll be here before the rooster knows it is dawn.”

A sharp pain in his gut dragged Harruq from his dreams. He lifted open a single eye and glared at the blurry image of his brother.

“The sun is almost up,” Qurrah said, kicking him again. “You need to be as well.”

“What are you…awww, damn it.”

He sat up straight and shook his head, trying to clear the fuzz that clogged the vast empty space between his ears. Qurrah helped by offering a third kick, this one right to the kidney. Harruq gasped and staggered to his feet. He was outside their little home in seconds, urinating on the grass.

“Hadn't pissed yet,” Harruq shouted to his brother. “You could be a bit kinder, you know.”

“At least you're awake,” Qurrah said back. “Now get to the castle. I may not approve, and I still do not trust them, but for once we might have something worthwhile to eat. I won't let a simple thing like sleep keep us from it.”

2

Months later, Harruq awoke at the dawn with a jerk upward and a sharp gasp. A constant cry of danger rang in his ears. A quick survey showed he slept alone in their small shed, his brother missing.

“Qurrah?” he dared ask.

“Outside,” came Qurrah’s muffled reply.

Harruq stretched, pushed away a plank of wood from the window, and climbed out. The sun was only halfway visible, the standard noises of the city only beginning. Leaning against the shed, his eyes staring off toward the sunrise, waited Qurrah.

“What are you doing out here?” Harruq asked.

“Did you sense it?” Qurrah asked.

“Sense what?”

The smaller half-orc shook his head.

“If you must ask then you did not, at least not directly, though I did hear you startle awake. Perhaps a fleeting glimpse of it…”

“Qurrah,” Harruq said, crossing his arms and frowning at him. “What is this about? Tell me.”

“Remember the necromancer we witnessed at the siege?” Qurrah asked. “It is him. He has haunted my dreams lately, and today he whispered the name of a place I have already researched for my own purposes. I think we are being guided, though why I dare not pretend to know.”

Harruq shifted, uncomfortable from both his full bladder and the dark expression on his brother’s face.

“What’s the place?” he asked.

“It is where our mother came from,” Qurrah said. “A town called Woodhaven. Well, two towns really, Celed and Singhelm. They have since grown together and merged. It is an interesting place, Harruq. Elves and men live together, each in their respective parts of the city. Their tolerance of other races is, obviously, a necessity. I have thought to take us there.”

“Why?” Harruq asked. “Hold up, first. I need to take care of something.”

He vanished around the corner of the shed, and then Qurrah heard the sound of his brother urinating. When Harruq returned, he had a big grin on his face.

“Much better,” he said. “So why do we need to leave?”

“Your work is almost done,” Qurrah said. “The walls are repaired, and half the men who worked with you have already been cut loose. I, however, have much to learn but cannot in this large city with prying eyes and attentive ears. I need privacy. I need silence.”

“What for?” Harruq asked.

“No,” Qurrah said. “I will not answer a question you already know.”

At this Harruq nodded. Yes, he did know. Over the past few months, he had killed seven men and carried their bodies to his brother.

“I still have at least a week,” Harruq said. “Give me until then, alright? We could use the money.”

“I have saved much of what you earned,” Qurrah said. “We will be able to eat, not well, but enough to live.”

“If you say so,” Harruq said. “Good luck with your, uh, studies. I have a wall to finish building.”

“Stay safe,” Qurrah said, offering a small wave as his brother trudged north. When he was gone, the smaller half-orc slipped back into the shed, pulled up a false board, and took out a small pouch filled with various herbs, bones, and knives. Reaching back in again, he took out an object wrapped in sackcloth and soaked in blood. A knife in hand, he opened the pouch and closed his eyes. With his mind attuned, he carved into the remains of a man’s heart.

O n his way back home, the threepence jingling in his hand, Harruq spotted a patrol of guards approaching. He glanced to the right, where the small alley led around back to their shed. If he hurried, he might be able to make it before any noticed…

He was halfway down the alley when he heard a voice call out.

“Hey!”

Harruq kept going. He was used to harassment and verbal abuse from the guards. Once out of sight, though, he was usually out of mind. He relied on that as he turned a corner into the small space around their shed. Qurrah, who had been resting on the shallow grass, hurried to his feet at Harruq’s approach.

“What is the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing, but you might want to hide in there, quick.”

“I will do no such thing,” Qurrah said.

“I said hey!” shouted the same man. Harruq stepped in front of Qurrah and then turned, staring down a group of five heavily armored guards. Swords and clubs hung from their belts, though a fifth carried a weapon neither of them had ever seen before. It was a wooden stick with a bulbous gem on one end.

“You stop when asked or we get mean,” said one of the guards.

“If he can even understand us,” said another.

“We understand perfectly,” Qurrah said, stepping to one side. “What has my brother done to warrant your attention?”

“We’re on a quest,” said the man with the strange weapon. He had a stubbly beard and a hooked nose with a thick scar along the top. “A great quest from the king, you could say. We’re to rid scum from the city, elven scum. You know what I think? I think elves can look like anything. They’re devious little pricks like that. You two seem rather ugly and devious, don’t you all agree?”

The other guards laughed and shouted in agreement. They had spread out, flanking them on all sides. The leader stepped forward and gestured with his weapon.

“You know what this is? This detects elves, and every elf I find I get to politely escort out of the city. Oh, and their possessions, well, obviously they were stolen. That coin you got there, you might as well hand it over before I take it.”

Qurrah glared while Harruq clutched the coins tighter and fought down his anger. He glanced back to the shed, cursing his idiocy for not retrieving his weapons while he had the chance.

“The coin,” said a guard to their right. “Hand it over.”

“No,” Harruq said.

The leader rammed his fist into the half-orc’s face. Harruq staggered but held his ground. Blood ran down his face, and he spat some away from his mouth. He waited for another punch, but one was not coming. The man was staring at the weapon he held with a look of total disbelief. As he had stepped closer to punch, the gem at the end had shimmered a soft green.

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