“In the next six months,” Monsignor Shrowl told them, “you will be prepared for the test of the hunt.”
It was late in the month of Martis and the snow from the winter had thawed, giving way for the green grass and the warm way. They stood in front of the dining hall, clad in their white cassocks as the Monsignor addressed them.
The months that followed had the brothers of the seminary supervised but not taught. The priests stayed their hands, keeping their reactions to any mistakes made to a frown or a twitch of the jaw. Father Ordan watched them as they sparred with each other, teaching themselves and developing an understanding of each other's weaknesses.Narvi was looked to for corrections on the way of the sword, and he proved a patient teacher at best. He taught them the more intricate moves Father Ordan had taught them with a deftness. Sethlzaar, however, found it more difficult than the others, afforded to th
Sethlzaar held back his ire at the sound of whistling. It was an odd strategy as far as strategies went, and only served to reveal the whistler’s location. Obviously, that was the intent.The time of day was difficult to discern considering the kooliga forest was always dark. But the seminary had released them sometime towards dusk, so it was safe to assume night was drawing nigh. Sethlzaar held back a sigh. A month ago the seminary had started them on a new training, a mock test of sorts. It was a battle test where each tower was pitted against the other in the vast expanse of the Kooliga forest. The time of day was not fixed, and Sethlzaar had a
The test of the hunt came in the early days of the month of Setemis. They were required to carry their veils, hunting knives, bow and quiver, water canteens, and flints, along with their cloaks. They left the seminary by the west gate where Father Ordan found them a carriage in the city. It took them out of the city and, after a three-hour journey, it came to a stop.Ordan brought them to the head of the Vaznik forest. Not much was known about it to them. Still, it would be accurate to say they knew of it. In truth, it was a simple forest.
Cenam led them before the crack of dawn. He followed the trail through the day as they tracked under the summer heat, while Sethlzaar brought down any prey that crossed their path, from the hares burrowing into the dirt to the birds soaring the skies a little too low.They filled their canteens anytime they came across puddles, which proved rare. The trail turned at intervals, heading east, then north. Soon they lost track of where they had begun following it.
The thumping sound of arrows as they found the target boards brought a sense of satisfaction to Sethlzaar. He found he preferred it to the sound that came with it piercing flesh. The darkness of the bow hall around him was disturbed by the soft glow from the lantern a few paces behind him. Tonight, his brothers walked the night with him. A walk that found them here."How do you do that, brother?" Takaris asked him.
Father Ordan came at the fourth hour with a cassock for each of them. He met them awake, and waiting, fully clothed with veils strapped in place.Only Sethlzaar carried a bow."Get to it," he told them. "Best get you lot out of my hair."
Sethlzaar sat in the bow hall with Emeril, knowing he would have to take Wraith for one last walk beyond the mist later in the evening. Emeril loosened arrows at her target, each one hitting its intended mark, but Sethlzaar knew she took no satisfaction from it. Less she didn't, and more she couldn't."Does it get lonely?" he asked.
Even in the northern lands, near the ice peaked mountains, the sun was hot from its peak in the sky as Valerik walked. He had left Rive tied to a tree in the forest a few miles back; some villages considered the horse an abomination, and the one he was heading for was one of them.It had been years since he last visited the village, perhaps a decade had gone by. He doubted Arfina would be happy to see him. Fortunately, she wasn't the reason he was going there. She hadn't been the reason the last time either, and it had played a part in dulling her mood, or spurrin