![]() ![]() He pitched heavily forward onto his knees and then his face, a surge of red welling up through his matted hair. A dull smack reverberated through the trees the man seemed to go boneless in an instant. #Klipped palle face freeSetting free the howl that had been coiling itself within him through all the interminable, terrifying days of his exile, he sprang forward, crossing the tiny clearing in a bound to bring the rock down on the back of the cotsman's head. Simon could not stand the cruel spectacle any longer. ![]() WHEN SIMON at last looked up to the source of the new voice, his tearful eyes widened in surprise. He dropped helplessly to the ground and began to cry-great choking sobs of exhaustion and confusion and total despair. Simon should not have been surprised, but he was. It is yours.īut Simon gasped as he scrambled up after the stranger, who moved with surprising quickness, but what about the cottage? I am I am so hungry and there might be foodīy the Tree, they got fight in 'em they do. The Sitha's thin chest was heaving like a bellows he was weakening quickly.Īfter the strangest and most terrible fortnight of his life, and after a particularly bizarre day, it should not have surprised Simon to hear a new and unfamiliar voice speaking to him from the darkness beyond the trees, a voice that was not the Sitha's, and certainly did not come from the woodsman, who lay like a felled tree. The woodsman now stood at arm's length, swiping at his swirling target, landing only glancing blows but continuing to draw blood. Stop Neither combatant gave him even a flicker of notice. It signifies a debt, and the Sithi are conscientious folk. It is a Sithi White Arrow, and it is very precious. Please excuse my suggestions, but you should be taking this arrow. For an instant the Sitha, injuries forgotten or ignored, stood poised and tense as a startled deer then he was gone, a flash of brown and green that vanished into the trees, leaving Simon gape-jawed and deserted. His cold eyes glinted, stopping the words in Simon's mouth. Holding them like a clutch of long-stemmed flowers, he picked up his bow in the other hand and paused to stare at Simon. He rolled away from the mute hulk immediately, as though burned, and began gathering up his scattered arrows. The Sitha fell to the ground, legs buckling, and tumbled forward onto the motionless woodsman. I found him here, in in this trap.Īfter a long moment of scraping and rubbing, the slippery knot parted. I'm I'm just a traveler I heard a noise here in the trees He waved his hand toward the odd tableau. Simon looked down at the pitted axe-blade. #Klipped palle face skinA large skin bag hung bulging from a shoulder strap, and he held a walking stick that looked to be carved from some long, slender bone. ![]() His clothes looked much like a Rimmersman's jacket and leggings of some thick animal hide stitched with sinew, a fur collar turned up below his round face. He was not a dwarf, like the fools and tumblers Simon had seen at court and in the Main Row of Erchester-although big-chested, he seemed otherwise well-proportioned. ![]()
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