Heart and Hooves: An Urban Fantasy
by AJ
Chapter 6
I awoke suddenly, to the feel of Peter's hand on
my shoulder. "Come on," he rumbled. "Sandy says it's time."
I nodded, and followed him out of the room, down the stairs and into the parlor,
where all the furniture had been removed and the rug rolled back to expose the
hardwood floor. What the rug had hidden was a large circle of dark red wood
inlaid into the blond hardwood of the floor, and inside this dark red circle,
another circle of shining golden runes seemed to float slightly above the floor.
Sandy, still in human seeming, stood on the other side of the circle from me,
and Peter stepped away from me to the left side of the circle, opposite where
Ralph stood at my right.
"Brothers, we seek to know another who would join us in clan kinship, and to be
known by him. Do we all seek this of our own will, freely and without coercion?"
"Aye," Peter and Ralph said together, in almost one voice. As I watched, a
slight brightening of the runes ran all the way around the circle, the whole
circle flared slightly as the brightness finished its round, and then the whole
thing settled to its previous muted glow.
"Bryon, what you see before you is a Circle of Truth. If you agree to be bound
by it as we have, you will be unable to speak falsehood or to prevaricate on any
question placed before you, even as we cannot. Nothing less than absolute truth
will pass your lips while bound to this circle, nor will dishonest thought be
allowed. Will you be so bound?"
"I will," I said steadily. Now that I had made the decision, it was time to get
on with this. The moment I said it, a deep chime rang in my mind, and I knew
that my answer had been noted by the spell, and I was now bound to its power.
"Very well, then.The time for acceptable seemings is past, brothers. In this
place of truth, we should be what we are and no less." With that, Sandy shed his
human mask and stood proudly in his elven self...and naked. I don't know why
that was such a surprise to me - wouldn't we all be naked to each other in just
a moment, in far more important ways than just our bodies? Still, I was a little
taken aback. I suppose it had to do with exposing my body to so many over time,
and wanting to preserve something of myself from that. But this was not the time
for holding back. I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my clothes, to stand
naked in front of them.
Strider had removed his amulet and the rest of his clothes, and stood in the all
together to my left. His hugely muscled frame was covered with hair, almost fur,
and his wide mouth hung slightly open, revealing row upon row of razor teeth. He
smiled a little at me, but I knew his intent and didn't shudder.
Ralph, meanwhile, had also removed his clothing and his human guise. He was
taller and more slender, and his skin shone white and faintly luminescent. His
hair was even more wild than usual, and grew part way down his spine in a sort
of mane. His pupils glowed crimson and feral, and I could see the hunger that he
always fought in that burning redness.
It was at that moment that I realized there was a presence at my back. I glanced
back and saw a huge, black, four-legged shadow looming over me - Dubhain, come
to stand at the circle. I wouldn't stand alone in this trial, it seemed, and
that was a comfort.
"In a moment," Sandy said, drawing my attention back to the business at hand, "I
will start the incantation of opening that is also the opening sequence of the
Clan binding. When the incantation is complete, each of us will experience the
lives of all the others in the circle. It will not play out before us as if it
were a movie: we will experience it first hand, and know all the pain and
disappointment, the joy and triumphs that have made each of us what we are. Are
there any questions?"
There was a moment of silence. Each of us knew that we had come too far for
questions, at this point.
"Very well, then. Let us begin."
I'd never heard an elf sing before, let alone one who was reckoned to be among
the best of his kind. It made my heart pound in my ears, and I could feel his
voice resonating in my bones. There were times when I could swear I wasn't
hearing his voice with my ears at all, but that my soul was receiving the sound
directly. As he sang the opening phrases, Sandy began to glow a pale golden
color. As his voice soared through the ensuing sections, the color grew deeper
and stronger, till it shone out of his whole body and it seemed that his flesh
became translucent with the building power. At the same time, it seemed that he
was standing in a whirlwind that effected only him, as his hair rose and swirled
about his head and his lifted arms.
I was transfixed, fascinated by the purity and beauty of his voice, unrestrained
as it was by the removal of his human seeming. I don't know how long it took him
to sing all the parts of the spell, but it seemed to go on and on, with definite
sections and parts all interweaving, with themes disappearing and reappearing
seemingly at random, but always blending into a complete wholeness. Finally,
after a long, crescendo-ing series of phrases, he finished. There was one moment
of perfect, crystalline silence, and then it happened.
The year was 978 a.d. Hakam the Second ruled in Cordoba, and the land was at
peace, save in the north where the remnants of the christian kingdoms battled
on. Abduraman was young, handsome and in love with his beautiful wife, Relillia.
They had been married only 2 months before, in their native city of Toledo. Both
of their fathers were craftsmen in the guild of arms makers, and their future
looked bright.
In the fall of that year, a man came to the father of Abduraman to commission a
blade. He was willing to pay a handsome price, and so the blade was crafted, and
Abduraman given the task of delivering it. The terms of the sale specifically
stated that the delivery must happen after nightfall, and so it was that the
young man walked through the streets of the city in the darkness, finally
reaching the home of the patron in a wealthy section of the city.
Tapping at the gate of the compound, Abduraman was admitted to the courtyard and
ushered into the house. It was there that he met the man who had commissioned
the blade: Ibn Al-hamid, a notoriously reclusive scholar and merchant prince of
the city.
In a beautifully appointed sitting room, Ibn asked to see the blade he had
purchased. Abduraman carefully unwrapped the swaddling cloths around it, and
then displayed it to the man, offering him the hilt that he might try its
balance. The man commented favorably on its exquisite workmanship, and the
delicate balance it possessed. Then, stepping closer to Abduraman, he suddenly
stiff-armed the young man back against the wall and then drove the sword through
his shoulder, pinning him to the wall. As the young man screamed in agony, Ibn
stepped closer yet, gripped Abduraman's hair in one hand and yanked his head
back. Without a word, he bent his mouth to the young man's exposed neck and
suddenly elongated teeth sheared through Abduraman's skin and into the large
arteries and veins of his throat; blood fountained out of the severed vessels,
gushing into the open mouth of Ibn, who drank deeply and ruthlessly of the young
man's vitality.
When Abduraman's blood was nearly drained, and his heart fluttered at the ragged
edge of failure, Ibn carefully opened a vein in his own wrist and set the young
man's mouth to it, instructing him to drink. He did, and so set out on a journey
that would be both long and unexpected. It began the next night when he woke in
Ibn Al-Hamid's bedchamber, and learned the way of a master vampyre with his
subordinates. It was both horrifying and fascinating to the young muslim, who
had heard of such things but never imagined he would be involved in them.
Strangely, he learned something of himself in that time.
On a certain night two months later, having been deliberately starved by his
master and gripped by an extremity of hunger, Abduraman returned to his home and
slaughtered his wife Relillia, her father and mother, and his own father who
happened to be there when he arrived. Sated on their blood, he slept. Awakening,
he realized what his blood madness had brought him to and fled the city,
wandering for many years through medieval europe. He never escaped the guilt and
pain of his first kills, and lived a life overshadowed by this pain, a life
apart from his people.
Even as I lived the incident in moorish Iberia, my consciousness split and I
became another, this one a young elf.
"Mother, I must leave. I have brought dishonor to our House, and though I count
it no dishonor to love, those who have power over us do not agree. I would not
see my own dishonor stain you."
"Sandellifer, you are the child of my body, my only son. What do I care for the
rantings of witless old men when they would separate us? You will never be a
source of dishonor to me - you know this to be true. Love whom you will, but
stay and be a knight of Agryvaine."
"You know that I cannot. Already the challenges have begun, as word of my
liaison with Alreid spreads. I can defeat these challengers, but how many must I
fight? Will I fight duels every day for the rest of my life?"
"In time, the furor will pass. What of Alreid? Why does he not stand at your
side?"
"Ah, well...Alreid...has decided that his path lies elsewhere and declares that
he was the victim of coercion. I will not honor the lie with a defense. If one
of us must be dishonored in the eyes of the Court, let it be me. He is not
strong, Mother. He could not bear it."
"So be it, though saying it rends my heart. What will you do?"
"I will seek other lands, and other peoples. Perhaps somewhere I will find
tolerance and peace, a place where the dominion of the Lios Alfar holds no
sway."
"I would gainsay you if I could, my son, but you are a man grown. I have taught
you all the skills of sword and magic that I posses - they must suffice to keep
you alive in whatever strange places you find yourself. Though we speak of it
not often, know that you have your mother's love, respect and care, and do not
hesitate to call on me should you find yourself in need. I will not fail to
answer, you may be sure. Know also that the hearth and threshold of Agryvaine
are always open to you, should you decide to return."
To his mother's shock and bemusement, the young elf stepped forward and clasped
her close in his arms, embracing her long and tightly. When he loosened his
grip, he moved back a little and placed a single kiss on each of her cheeks.
"Good bye, Mother." Without a look back, the disgraced young knight walked out
into the courtyard, mounted the charger his mother had given him all those years
ago, and rode out of the fortress. At the border of Faerie, he turned his mount
loose, knowing it would return to his mother's castle, and set out on foot. He
would arrive in human lands some time later, and begin a life apart from his
people.
And even as I lived out the disgrace and self-exile of the young elf, my mind
was split a third way, and...
He howled in pain, but submitted to the beating laid upon him by the ruler of
his motley. He had failed to bring home food yet again, and he deserved to be
beaten for his failing. But even as the chief of his motley beat him with a
cudgel and kicked his body when he fell down, the pain in his heart nearly
eclipsed the agony of broken ribs and fractured limbs. He knew that no matter
how he was beaten, or how much food he brought to the motley, he was changed,
and no longer belonged. An irrevocable change had happened to him, though he'd
hardly noticed it at the time. He knew that he could not accept the offer of the
older female of the other motley to take him as mate, not though his chief
commanded it. He had another, a human male - the shame of it tore at him even as
he was beaten viciously - and there could be no one else, though it cost him
everything.
When at last the beating ended, and his chief asked him in a quiet voice if he
planned to bring honor to his motley by accepting the older female's suit, he
stared at his chief, the father of the motley, the one who held the power of
life and death over him, and denied him.
"Then you are no longer of us. I name you stranger, and I cast you from among
us. Go, and do not return lest you nourish the tribe with your body," the
chieftain growled. One by one, all who had gathered to witness turned their
backs on him, and he was alone - bereft of comfort, and already dead in his own
mind. Undone. He left, slinking away to what he expected to be his death, but
instead became the beginning of a life apart from his people.
All these events and a great multitude more I lived through, experiencing the
lives of the other three. Dimly, somewhere far away, I was aware of tears
leaking from my eyes and dripping from my chin to the floor.
Finally, having seen all there was of each one, I surfaced back into my own
mind. Overwhelmed by the pain I had experienced in Sandellifer's shame, Slider's
despair, and Ralph's guilt, I fell to the floor, sobbing in misery. How could
they stand it?
As I lay there, lost in misery and pain, I almost missed the gentle, supporting
strength that rose from within me. The voice in my mind was unmistakable, though
- the deep, rough voice of Dubhain.
"Come brother, they have shown us all. Now you must be strong and show them your
face, standing on your own legs. Come, stand up."
From somewhere, I found the strength to stand and turn to the three of them -
still naked, still in their fey, true selves. I didn't see them as I had before,
though. They were no longer a strange grouping, an oddity that might be able to
offer me help. I saw them as a unity, three who had suffered terribly and taken
the strength from it to forge the bonds that I saw between them now: a golden
light arcing from one to the other, weaving in and about them till they were
surrounded by bands of light.
As I stood and stared at them, the light surrounding them began to fade, and
soon I was looking at three men, naked and unembarassed, and all looking at me
sadly. There was something else on each of their faces, but I didn't recognize
it. I hadn't seen much compassion in my life.
Finally, Sandy broke the silence. "I imagine you're a bit tired, Bryan. You
should go and get some sleep. You'll have the next three days to contemplate
what you learned, and then we shall need your answer and inform you of our
decision as well. But, that's for another day. For now, a few hour's sleep, I
think."
I nodded and started out of the room towards the stairs and up to my little
bedchamber on the third floor. As I gripped the doorknob, I paused and looked
back. I felt my heart lurch with longing at what I saw.
The three of them - elf, vampyre and redcap - stood in a tight group in the
middle of the room. All of them had their arms about each other, sharing warmth
and strength. I heard deep, hiccuping sobs from Slider, as the other two stroked
his hair and kissed him, sharing the comfort of their presence.
'I could have that,' I thought briefly. 'All I have to do is reach out for it,
and it's mine.' With that, I left them there and went to bed.