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Chapter Seventy Seven

Waiting For Recovery 

12 OKTOBER 3460

The day is almost an exact repeat of the previous one. Once again, Hrust and Yaz wander off early in order to make their devotions and then move over to the quarantine tent. As during the previous day, there is a great deal of debate as to whether it should be Xavier or Will receives the benefit of the spell to cure one of them of the disease. Eventually, Xavier speaks:

'Herr Willheim, I insist that it be you that has der cure for today. You are young and have no suffered such hardship before and I can see the ill effect that it has upon you. You vere not put on this world to suffer so. I have been a warrior and I have known such pain before and it has already affected my body.'

Xavier holds up his left hand to show Will his three remaining fingers.

"I have lost fingers to frostbite, muscle, flesh and bone to the piercing of a blade, I have survived marsh fever which took an entire household, a battlefield which took all except I. Fear not Herr Willheim, if Rodengast wanted me in his hall, I vould already be there. Rest easy, I shall endure this short day in the bosom of this malady. Tomorrow I shall be vell again. For some strange reason even the Gods of the Fey take pity on me."

Xavier laughs weakly obviously in pain.

"Go now, freund I must rest."

Seeing the passion in the Saxon's eyes, Will finally relents and allows Hrust to cast the curing spell upon him.

As was the case with Jihan, Will goes directly to the water after he has been healed, scrubbing intensely at his body and belongings, wanting to wash the very memory of the disease from his person. Afterwards, he hangs all that got washed up to dry. Everything else that was on his person, but could not get wetted (such as the scrolls and his harp) he lays out in the midday sun and breeze to be aired out.

Will too is very morose and withdrawn, considering the terribleness of his fate should Hrust not been there, and the helplessness he had to overcome it. He can be seen thanking the gods in earnest some ways from camp, arms spread wide and head lifted to the heavens. The soft echo of a heartfelt song of thanks comes rolling back over the hill to anyone's ears who is paying close attention.

While Hrust has another of his translation spells going, Will appeals to him for a means to express his gratitude and repay his debt to Blesk in some fashion:

"Help me to sing the songs of Blesk's praises and I will certainly do it! And I wish to thank you as well Shaman Hrust. For it was you who served as the conduit through which the blessings flowed."

The bugbear seems to be a bit embarrased by Will's attention and tells the bard that he is already performing a service to him by assisting in the task of freeing the land from Nyemetz oppression.

At this, Will almost becomes incensed:

"No disrespect intended, but I will not allow something that I was already about, serve as a convenient sacrifice for the mercy and grace which you and Blesk have given to me. No, far be it from me! I will do my best to make thanks befitting the gift which I received. Tell me, how can I be of service?"

The bugbear is silent for a moment, realizing that Will is indeed serious in believing that he is heavily in debt unto him, and that Will cannot bear to be in such a situation. Finally he speaks:

"Very well, noble bard. If you wish to repay the debt that you hold for Blesk's powers, then I would ask you to sing of what you have seen. Although my mission to obtain information on the Nyemetz strengths and to rally great support for revolution against them has met with little success, I will feel that I have not failed completely if many Bohavian's come to learn some truths about Slovenes."

"Fear not, I would not ask you to spread Slovene propaganda amongst your people. All I would ask of you is to tell a tale about Hrust the Slovene Shaman, who fought shoulder to shoulder with the noblest hearts of this fair land in order to smite the foul malevolance of the evil within the tower. Let all of the good people of Bohavia know that they need not fear all Slovenes that they may meet, but should make up their own minds as to whether my kind are Bohavia's saviors, or just their new jailers.'

"If you would perform this task for me, then the burden of debt that you believe hangs over your head will have truly been lifted."

After the second day and night of inactivity, most of them are back to full health. Faewen'il takes the bandages from them and throws them on the fire. Hrust casts healing spells on himself, Yaz and Zsolt to bring the whole party back up to full strength.

As the day passes, Xavier calls upon any who visit him to call upon Hrust to come and visit him. Upon the bugbear's arrival he says:

"Herr Hrust, I have traveled much more than my companions. The Fey in our party may be older in time since there birth, but are not older in experience. I speak a number of languages, beside my own. As a child I had a talent for languages. Nyemetz, and Bohavian do I speak vell. I also know a little Rus. I think that if you teach me Slovene, it bide vell for us. I have listened to you for some days now, and have picked up few vords. Mostly swears vords yes!!" Xavier laughs, "but dat is vhat all learn first. A time may come when you need to communicate without magical aid, So why not teach me. A Knight must also keep the mind active."

The Shaman smiles at the Saxon's words:

'If you already know some Rus' he replies, 'then you should pick up our tongue all the faster, as there are many similarities between our languages. I will be happy to teach you more. At the same time, I would be glad if you could teach me some Bohavian. It looks as if I will be spending more time here than I envisaged and so it will be very useful to be able to converse in the language.'

The bugbear and the Saxon spend much of the day in learning a little of each other's language.

The day seems to drag on forever and the waiting and lack of action is starting to lead a number of them to get a little irritable. Although they do not want to continue without Xavier, they are restless to carry on with the mission to eradicate the abominations in the tower.

Hrust summons everyone together and then casts another of his speaking spells:

'While it is true that the creatures in the tower are not going to get any stronger no matter how long we wait, I fear that we should not delay much longer in renewing our assault upon it. Zsolt is growing restless, as am I and several of you as well, I believe. Tomorrow, I shall be able to cure the Saxon of the disease that has inflicted him and we are all back to perfect health. While I will have one important spell less at my disposal to help fight off these unnatural beings, I am of the opinion that this is preferable to spending another day of inactivity here. It has been almost a week now since we left the village and we are less than halfway through clearing the tower, and not the toughest half I would imagine. I would like to suggest that we carry on clearing the tower tomorrow. Should we find that we cannot continue after but one combat, then so be it, but let us not die of frustration instead.'

Once he has finished speaking to the group, Hrust summons Bennett to him:

"I have asked Blesk for the ability to read your soul, Bohavian. Do you still wish to see what lies within so that I may reveal I to you and your comrades?"

"I do" replies Bennett, solemnly.

"Very well. It shall be done."

With that, the bugbear starts to cast and then points towards Bennett, kneeling as he remains motionless. Bennett feels the rather unpleasant feeling of someone delving in the recesses of his mind. After a minute or so, the bugbear opens his eyes and reveals his findings to Bennett:

"I can see why you are wracked by such inner turmoil' the Shaman says. "You are an interesting one, to be sure. It is not often that I have come across one such as you. While it is obvious to me that you are able to discern the difference between right and wrong, and strive to uphold all that which is right, it is equally obvious that you do not know how to achieve these lofty goals. You are not one to obey laws of anyone's making blindly, yet you also believe that only bad can come with only chaos. You seem to be unsure as to whether it is the individual or the group that has the highest importance in life."

"It is indeed a fine line that you walk, and I can see why you find only unreason and unhappiness wheree'er you look. I cannot advise you as to how you must change your views in order to find comfort within, as I am no preacher. All I would ask of you now that you know of your unhappiness is to consider the unanswered questions that torment your soul."

They go back to their tasks. What Hrust said was right and the inactivity starts to get all of them down a little.

Faewen'il spends the morning with her books again. At lunchtime, she closes her book with a bang and the others see that she has a pleased expression on her face, although she does not tell them the reasons why.

Winnacer takes Bennett and Zsolt off to practice weaponship, spending lots of time blindfolded. His improvement at fighting this way is considerable and it is obvious that he is close to being pretty good at it, but Bennett still is able to trip him up more so than not.

Bennett will practice this way with Winnacer, but will not blindfold himself, as he is slightly paranoid about being blinded and does not like striking out, or being struck, while he can't see. His temper is not under control that much yet.

Soon Will is completely recovered and leaves the confines of the quarantine tent to return to the main camp. As he sees his master approaching, Min leaves Yaz's side and bounds up to be reunited with his master, having missed him terribly over the previous 48 hours. Will does, however, feel guilty at leaving Xavier alone, and returns to visit him and check that he doesn't need anything on an hourly basis.

As the day draws on again, Robert serves them up another one of his specials. They see that the quantity is not the same as his usual generous portions:

'I'm sorry that there's not so much' he says, apologetically, 'but we're getting a little low on food now. I shall have to go a bit steady now or else we shall run out in less than a couple of days.'

Upon hearing Robert's words, Will speaks with Yaz:

"My brother, I do not wish to grieve you while you still mourn, but I have a matter which I must speak with you of. Robert has informed us that rations run low. Out of respect for you and your beliefs, I ask your view of hunting. I do not wish to hide from you that while I am enamoured of the realm of Prirodna, I am at the same time a hunter. I hunt and have been hunted by beasts of the wild. By the gods' grace and a little luck and skill, I have avoided becoming a fallen prey of predators, and have been successful in stalking and slaying other creatures for my own belly and back,"

He motions to some of the leather clothing articles that he wears:

"I hope this does not put any animosity between us, as I have grown to love you as my own blood. I ask this out of respect, and will respect your answer. It is true we can live from the herbs and plants of the ground, and if that is the answer you speak, then so be it. But I ask for your blessing and permission to hunt and kill more meat for our rations."

Before anyone else has a chance, Bennett raises his voice:

"All this tree-hugging hippie crap can go out the door. If we get hungry, then I'll certainly go and kill something large and meaty, and eat it, raw if necessary. Especially if I gets munchies from Yaz's dope. If I get hungry enough, then Min might start looking pretty good as well, so I recommend that we go hunting for dinner whenever the opportunity presents itself."

Yaz smiles a little:

"Will, if you come back with the carcasses of three bucks, two black bears, and eight rabbits, then you sample a bit of each, and burn the rest, I'll string you up by your toenails and leave you for the bats. But frankly, I think you know better. Kill what you NEED. If the tree-killer here (motioning to Bennett) goes with you, keep an eye on him, that's all I ask."

"Hmmm... a nice buck and a side of rabbit would do me just fine right about now" replies Bennett. "Don't like bear, too much work and the meat's too fatty. Oh, and I never waste food, something my father taught me. If I kill it, I eat it."

Then, in a hushed voice to Will alone, Yaz continues:

"I hear some folks get off on hunting like it's a sport or something. Bennett's one of those, I figure. That's what I worry about. Just keep him under control. Other than that...Will, I trust you."

"You wound me, Yaz," interrupts Bennett. "I do admit that I enjoy hunting, but it's not as much for the sport as that eating something you just killed is like nothing else. Hell, I'm a terrible hunter anyway. Only gone out a couple of times, but meat that comes straight off a fresh kill tastes like no food you can imagine. It's the natural cycle that the higher beings eat the lower, just as the deer eats the grass. Same thing."

Bennett shrugs.

"We've had this conversation before. You know how I feel."

Yaz then turns to Bennett with the trace of a grin on his face:

"Yeah.'Tree-killer'. No, I don't forget."

He holds Bennett in his stare.

"Be careful."

He flashes a smile at the warrior, but the others think they see a hint of something else in his eyes as he turns away.

Bennett laughs at the menace in the smile:

"I'm sorry, Yaz, but with all the things I have done in my life, I am doomed for hacking the branches off a tree? If that's not funny, I really don't know what funny is."

Bennett's smile is large.

"Go ahead, punish me for all that I have done. Please!"

He cracks up laughing as he walks away, shaking his head.

Once Bennett has finished his outburst and Yaz has given his reply, Jihan looks around the area, his eyes keen on the plants stunted under the evil influence of Boscobelous' tower. Even this far out, the effects are not insignificant, and he speaks:

"I have been fending for myself in the forest for probably half of my life as a thinking being. Much have I been blessed by Prirodna with the eye for edibles and woodcraft, though I might add, we elves are able to digest some things that humans would pass right through. I can help you to seek such if you wish, though how much we will be able to find around here is doubtful. We may have to range farther out in an effort to harvest such things..."

He looks around at the others, and then takes Will aside.

"I cannot bring myself to take down Prirodna's children for my own sake, but I know that you men need meat to live and thrive. Elves have spent untold millenia subsisting on others of Her blessings, so we do not feel the need. I do not know if I can impress my eating habits on any of you, as you were not raised elves and I do not have the time to change any of you into such, but if it becomes desperate, I will lend you my bow arm and follow in the ways of the hunt. It is Prirodna's way to give that which is needed, should the effort be made to get it, and the need be true to living. Predators and prey are as much a part of Her way as flowing waters and green leaves. I would not ask a wolf to suffer eating berries for all of its life. It is not it's nature, and it would wither and die... I will have to ask for Her forgiving my hand, but I will lend it, nonetheless."

Will waits for the others' replies to his request and then speaks:

"Very well Jihan, let us see whether the land will support us with enough to survive before we take to the hunt."

Winnacer looks quizzically at those deep in debate about how to replenish their supplies:

"What is all this fuss about? We have horses and are about a day's ride from Holitze. When things get a little more desperate, we can go buy new supplies. By how things are going, we are going to have quite a bit of downtime as we lick our wounds, why not use it to get more supplies the next time."

Winnacer then glances around.

"And I doubt you would find anything you would want to put in your mouth in these blasted lands."

Jihan nods in agreement with Winnacer's assessment of their supply situation:

"I wanted to make my views on the matter clear for the times when we do not have the luxury of just riding off and buying all the supplies we need. I have been supplementing my eating with nature's bounty, as I needed it in all this time we have been travelling. Some things you just can't buy in settlements, but I agree, with Holitze so close, we have not to worry about starving."

Nevertheless, Will goes foraging with Jihan. Upon their return a short while later, Will presents some of the findings to Bennett, sampling a root himself and offering it to the large man:

"Not bad," he says with a feigned smile on his face, but then turns to spit it out inconspicuously when Bennett is not looking.

"What the hell is this?" Bennett replies as he looks at the plant root in Will's hand.

"I don't eat roots, my friend. If it comes to it, I'll butcher one of the horses and eat it, but I ain't eatin' any damn filthy root!"

"Ah but they are so sultry, so tasty, so.... oh well, at least you can live off 'em in an emergency," responds Will, trying to resist the smile that shows on his face.

Night begins to fall. Having made the decision to carry on exploring the tower again the following day, they retire to their tents early. Once again, Bennett, Winnacer and Zsolt take the lion's share of the watches, although the night is once more quiet.

 

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They awake early, just in case the day's mission goes well and they are able to spend several hours in the tower this time. As usual, the two priests make their morning devotions. Yaz, however, stays away for slightly longer than normal.

After jogging for half an hour into the trees, he lifts his voice in a wolfish howl indistinguishable from the real thing, specifically summoning his charmed worg friends. Crouching in the underbrush, he waits for a reply. When he gets one, he calls again, repeating this enough times until at least one worg appears. He then instructs one worg (a charmed one) to follow him back to the camp, using the worgish tongue he'd been learning from Viirin.

As he sees the druid returning to the camp with the worg, Jihan suggests calling the worg 'Raaka' (meaning wolf in elven) until he earns something otherwise.

Meanwhile, Hrust goes to see Xavier.

The Saxon is very relieved to see Hrust approaching. The pain has got steadily worse throughout the previous days until he is now nearly delirious with the agony. Without any discussion, Hrust goes up to him and lays his hand upon Xavier's forehead before he utters the curing incantation. They then leave Xavier to start healing and go to have breakfast.

Xavier comes to join them as they finish off the meal. His face has cleared up tremendously in the time and a faint smile of determination can be seen:

'Are we ready to take our revenge on the vermin dat inflicted such pain upon us?'

"Wonderful to have you back, Xavier my friend!" Bennett responds. "Now we are truly ready to take care of business in that damn tower!"

They are all in agreement and half an hour later they set off back towards the tower.

As on the previous occasions, the journey to the tower is uneventful. As they reach the top of the tower, the rest of them notice that Bennett seems to be searching for something.

'What are you looking for?' Winnacer inquires.

'I've been doing a lot of thinking about the Death Priest, Baltzarek' Bennett replies. 'The acolyte said that he comes to the tower to perform sacrifices, but we have seen no signs of any recent entry. I was wondering whether he may perform his rituals outside the tower.'

He then speaks to Will, Yaz and Jihan:

'Is there any chance that you could have a quick scout around out here? Can you find some sort of an altar, or perhaps some tracks that lead from Dobroushka to here?'

'I can try my best' Will replies. 'However, the acolyte said that Baltzarek hadn't been here for several months and so tracks could be hard to find.'

The three of them, plus the worg that Yaz brings with him, walk around the hill for half an hour and then re-join the rest of them.

'I can't see any sign of tracks from anywhere apart from our own, and there is definitely nothing even remotely resembling an altar' Will replies. 'It could simply mean that the tracks have been washed away by the rains, or else there really hasn't been anyone here for a very long time.'

'Raaka wasn't able to pick up any kind of a scent either" adds Yaz.

Bennett simply shakes his head at the news:

'Something is definitely wrong with this picture' he mutters to himself.

'Perhaps we shall find our answer inside' replies Winnacer, more out of hope than anything. 'Let us carry on with the task.'

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