Клэр Белл - The Named - The Complete Series

Ratha glanced back and wondered whether Thakur should bring his treeling on an errand such as this. She was so grateful for his presence that she decided not to say anything. No one would notice anyway; the creature had become so much a part of him. If Shongshar became angry and forced a fight, Thakur would send his companion up into the nearest tree.

“Even so,” she said to him as they approached, “you let me go first.”

She saw Shongshar waiting outside the den. His feet and legs were lost in the white swirl of ground fog and the silver in his coat blended into the gray mist. His eyes were the only part of him she could see clearly and they burned at her with a mixture of pain and defiance.

“I couldn’t abandon them,” he said in a low growl “I tried, but I just couldn’t do it.”

Ratha faced him directly.“Do you wish to stay with us?”

“I came to the clan because it was the only way I could survive. There is nothing for me outside.”

“You have disobeyed me,” Ratha said. “The cubs are still here and so are you. However, if you stand aside and let me take them you may keep your name and your place among us.”

He moved away from the mouth of the lair and stared away as she passed him.“I’m sorry, Shongshar,” she said but he gave no indication that he had heard.

She bent her head and crawled inside the den. A warm, milky scent met her nose. Enough light entered the lair so that she could see Fessran stretched out with Shongshar’s young at her teats.

“They won’t be nursing much longer,” she said. “I’ve begun to feed them chewed meat, but they still need a little milk.”

“I thought you weren’t going to care for them any more.”

“I wasn’t.” Fessran replied. “But when Shongshar came and asked me again, I couldn’t refuse him. Why aren’t you doing something about getting Bira to nurse them?”

Ratha braced herself and said in a flat voice,“Bira is not coming back to them, Fessran. Hasn’t Shongshar told you what I said to him last night?”

The Firekeeper narrowed her eyes and curled closer about the litterlings.“So you are going to take them to die. I didn’t believe you could do such a thing.”

Ratha lost her temper.“Oh, stop trying to fool yourself! You’ve looked at those cubs and you know as well as I do that there is nothing in their eyes.” She stopped, trying to calm herself. “Didn’t Drani tell you about the trouble in the nursery?”

“Yes,” Fessran admitted, looking down at the floor between her paws. She sat up as the restless cubs continued to paw at her belly.

Ratha leaned forward and opened her jaws to take the little male by the scruff. Fessran blocked her, snarling.“No! I have given these cubs my milk. I don’t want them to die.”

Ratha crouched, her own nape raised, lips pulling back from her teeth.

“I … I just think you should give them a little more time, that’s all …,” Fessran faltered, embarrassed by her sudden flare of anger.

“And you think that it will be easier then? When you have nursed them longer and begun to think of them as yours?” Ratha hissed.

“No. I know they are Bira’s.”

“But you will still want to see them kept and raised, for Shongshar’s sake.”

The Firekeeper stared back, her eyes reflecting the light from the lair’s entrance.

“Fessran, I would do you no kindness by allowing you to keep them. What will happen when these cubs grow up and you have to face the truth about them? What will happen when the mating season comes? We won’t be able to keep them from mating, any more than we could keep Shongshar from it. Do you want to see more litters like this? Do you want to birth cubs like this?”

“No!” Fessran cried. “No, not if you are right about them. But you could be wrong.”

Ratha snatched the little male and placed him so that the light from outside the lair fell across his face.“Go on, look at him,” she hissed. “Look at him and tell me if you really think I’m wrong.” She seized him by the scruff and held him up before Fessran.

The cub hung in her jaws, making no effort to struggle. Fessran peered into his face, studying him intently. Something like pity and revulsion came into her eyes and she turned her head away.

“All right, take him,” she said harshly. “Take the female, too; she’s the same.”

Ratha put the cub down long enough to say,“Go back to your family, Fessran. Go back to your little daughter who is starting to talk. Think how proud you will be when you bring your cubs before the clan to be given names.”

She picked the litterling up and carried him from the den.

Outside, she paused in front of Shongshar and put the cub on the ground to free her jaws.“These cubs are yours,” she said. “If you still want to take them and abandon them yourself, I will trust you.”

“No, clan leader,” he answered. “You were the one who asked for that promise. You have said my cubs must die. I can’t fight you, but I won’t help you either.”

She took a breath.“All right. They are my responsibility now. I accept that.”

She picked up the cub again, but Shongshar stood, blocking her way. His orange eyes burned with grief, but what frightened Ratha was the sudden hate that flared in their depths. It was as if she were looking into the eyes of an old bitter enemy. Ratha felt her nape and back itch as the hair lifted; she narrowed her eyes and growled, sweeping her tail from side to side. Shongshar moved out of her way, but as Ratha passed him she sensed that she had not won the confrontation, she had only delayed it.

Fessran crawled out of the den, her coat rumpled. Without looking at the clan leader, she said,“Come with me, Shongshar. I am having trouble being a Firekeeper leader and raising a family at the same time. Cherfan isn’t interested in my cubs. If I share my family with you, it will help both of us.”

Shongshar lowered his head and paced to Fessran’s side. Neither of them looked back at Ratha as they left.

When Shongshar and Fessran had gone, Thakur came out of the brush and fetched the female cub from the lair.

Carrying the cubs in their mouths, the two left clan ground and trotted toward the hazy shapes of the mountains beneath the rising sun. Ratha’s jaw was soon aching from straining against the male cub’s weight, but she forced herself to go on carrying him, without stopping to rest. Something told her to get these litterlings as far from clan territory as possible.

Part of her started to go numb as she traveled, and it wasn’t just her jaw. Her legs seemed to go on by themselves while her mind functioned only enough to choose the path. The litterlings, seemingly dazed, never cried or struggled, which made them seem more like lifeless burdens than living creatures.

For the rest of the day Ratha and Thakur traveled over plains and foothills until they reached the mountains. Among the pine forests that covered the lower slopes, they found a stream leading up through a shallow canyon until it entered a sheltered meadow. The surrounding canyon walls protected the meadow from wind and the stream lay close by. When the two saw the enclosed pasture, they knew they had come far enough.

As soon as Thakur let the female cub down, she began stalking a large beetle that clung to a swaying stem. She wriggled, pounced, and then Ratha heard her jaws crunch on the insect. The litterling grimaced in disgust at the taste but she gulped it down.

Ratha stared at her, then at Thakur as he said,“Hmm. If she can eat insects, there is a chance that she and her brother may survive here.”

“Maybe. Fessran said they had begun to eat chewed meat.”

She watched the cubs as they romped around their new home. When they reached the far end of the meadow, she felt Thakur nudge her.“We should go now,” he said softly.