Heart and Hooves: An Urban Fantasy
by AJ
Chapter 10
The next three days were quiet. I stayed at home,
getting up late and spending much of the nights up with Ralph. I also spent a
lot of time in my head with Dubhain, and I finally found out what all his
cryptic comments were about, the ones about us being one.
Since there wasn't a ready source of water in the manse, as my clan brothers
called the house, I had taken to spending the afternoons in my head with Dubhain,
since both Peter and Sandy were often busy with their own concerns at that time
of day. I would get up late, eat lunch with them and head back to bed to spend
some time with my horse brother, appearing on the little, winding trail to find
him there and waiting for me. I could tell there was something he wanted to talk
to me about, but he seemed strangely shy about it - something I was not used to
from him. There had never been anything we couldn't talk about before, and it
made me a little nervous.
So finally, I just asked him: "Dubhain, what is it? You can talk to me, you
know. Gods know, we've talked about everything up to this point, including
several things I would just as soon have not talked about. So, what's going on?"
"I would have waited till after the duel to talk about this, Bryon. I know that
you have much on your mind, and I would not have burdened you with it, but
perhaps now is a good time after all, being that we are waiting on the pleasure
of others."
As he had been speaking, he had walked across the clearing toward me and now
stood next to me. He paused and lipped at my hair a moment, and rubbed his head
against my chest, an expression of affection that he used but rarely. I pulled
his head over beside mine and lay my cheek against the rough hair of his jaw and
put my arms around his neck, and we stood like that a long moment before he went
on.
"I know the desire of your heart, Bryon, and the confusion of your mind when you
come to see me. I know that you long for the carefree life that you perceive my
existence to be, and my heart has, for long and long, ached with the pain of
your life amongst the humans. When I think of what has passed, and how you were
hurt and abused, I would kill them all if I could."
"I know, Dubhain, and I'm sorry. I couldn't think of anything else to do..."
"Hush, little brother. I would not bring you grief. That is the music of the
past, and I think we needn't go back to it. There is a thing we must talk about,
which touches on our life before but is not of it, do you see?"
I was confused, but stood there silently with my arms still around his neck,
holding his face next to mine and just waited for him to continue.
"Events have conspired to bring us to a place of companionship, of closeness and
intimacy with these others, our clan brothers. But we cannot bring all that we
can be to this place unless we have become the fullness of ourselves, and I
would tell you that we have not. We live a fractured and sundered life, brother,
and it should not be. This separated life is unnatural to us, and it must be
mended if we would live as we are intended to be."
"What do you mean, Dubhain? I don't get it. I thought you were happy with me."
"I love you Bryon, and no other. This is as it has always been, and will never
change. But this place, this home I have created in your mind, it should not be
necessary. We should be one, brother, not two living in one mind. I know not how
to make it so, but there is a longing in my heart that speaks to me, telling me
that we can be more."
I sat down and wrapped my arms around my chest, felt his warm, whiskery chin on
the top of my head and thought about what he had said.
If I said I'd never felt what he was talking about, I'd be a liar. I'd denied
it, put down the vague discontent I'd always felt about myself as my feelings
about what I did with those others, the tricks. When it stayed with me after
that was over, I'd passed it off as lingering guilt, though I'd never really
felt guilty about all of that. It was just something I had to do to get by, and
even at the time I had known that it didn't really touch who I was, somehow.
Now, Dubhain's comments had opened new possibilities. When we'd entered the clan
bond, a part of us I'd never even known was empty became full. Were there other
parts of us I didn't know about? Perhaps someplace in us where we became one
being, without the sundering that he spoke of? What would that be like? I felt
an odd mixture of fear and hope as I thought of it. Would I lose myself - the
part that was Bryon - in such a blending? Who would we be after something like
that?
I'd been thinking all of this while still open to Dubhain, and he'd heard all of
it. His presence was calming, a gentle warmth against the chill of my doubts and
fears.
"Do not be afraid, brother. This is no rebellion, no attempt at dominion.
Nothing will be lost, only much gained when we have reached this state. Only,
like you, I do not know how to reach it. I have studied the problem from many
angles, and I see no place to begin, for I don't really know what it is that I
seek. I feel the possibility, and I know that it is what awaits us, yet I see no
path ahead of us. Perhaps we must be shown - I do not know."
We didn't say a lot more about it at that point, but that conversation stayed
with me...at least until other, more immediate concerns came into play.
It was mid evening when the knock we'd all been waiting for sounded on our front
door. Ralph had just gotten up, and we were all sitting in the parlor and making
small talk, discussing our day and catching up with each other when the knocker
banged. It was almost comical the way we all stopped and looked at each other,
as if to say 'Well, this is it.' Peter got up and headed out to answer the door,
and the rest of us sat in silence and waited for his return.
When he came back, he had someone with him - a young elf, but standing nearly as
tall as Peter. His skin was Lios Alfar pale, but his hair was so black it had a
blue sheen in the soft light of the lamps in the parlor. He was dressed head to
toe in bike messenger spandex, had a bike helmet under his arm, and a mail bag
slung across from his left shoulder to his right hip, complete with a handheld
radio clipped to the strap. Despite his appearance and the english that he
spoke, he was oddly formal.
"I am Jorleon, of the Royal courier service. I seek Sir Sandellifer, formerly of
Agryvaine. Is that one present?"
"I am Sandellifer, good courier. You honor our home with your presence. Have you
a message for me?"
"If you are Sandellifer, than I do indeed. One moment, please." With that, the
courier straightened even more than previously and turned his eyes to the far
wall of the room. When he spoke again, his voice was no longer his own, but that
of Lord Torrel, whom I had met at the Honor Hall. The lord's voice was
distinctive, with a lilting accent when speaking english and still possessing
the slightly lazy drawl.
"Hello and good evening to all the members of the clan of the Red Circle. Word
has returned from the Unseelie Honor Council, and here is the way of it. First,
your challenge is accepted. Second, your mortal stipulation is also accepted, so
the duel will be to death. Third, Braewynn has added a stipulation - as is his
right, as the challenged - that should he win, he will attach all your holdings,
and your squire, Bryon, will be turned over to him as his ward, to do with as he
sees fit. Additionally, the rest of your clan kin will be exiled to a place of
his choosing, never to return. These are his terms, and he has stated they are
non-negotiable.
"This raises the bar a good bit, Sandellifer, but I know that you were aware of
the risks going into this, so I will not insult you by asking if you are
steadfast in your determination. As a formality, we need an answer sent back to
us with young Jorleon here, but I think I already know what it will be. I will
await your answer, and then proceed." There was a pause, and I thought the
courier was finished until the voice started again, but only briefly.
"On a more personal note, I wish you all the best in this effort, Sandellifer -
for the sake of your mother, whom I hold to be a close and dear friend, for the
sake of your small clan, which I hold as an inspiration in endurance and good
will, and for the sake of the children whom that scorpion has corrupted. Oh, and
Daindraen says 'Make us proud, boy!' as well. I'll wait for your answer."
With that, Jorleon fell silent, and then seemed to regain his sense of self,
looking at us expectantly.
"I thank you again, Jorleon, for your excellent service. I will be sending a
message back to Lords Torrel and Daindraen, if you will be kind enough to wait.
Perhaps you'd like a bit of refreshment?
Jorleon bowed slightly at the waist, and spoke calmly. "No, but thanks, good
Sir. I was told to expect a reply, and I am under no pressure of time or place,
so I will await your pleasure with good will. If I might be seated while I
wait?"
"By all means, Jorleon, and forgive my lack of courtesy in not offering such
immediately. Yon fire is warm and the chair comfortable, so please be at your
ease while my brothers and I parley and compose a reply."
"Very well. Please do not hurry your reply on my account, m'lord. I am at your
disposal."
With that, Sandy bowed to the courier, and the four of us retreated to the
kitchen for a quick talk.
"Well, there you have it: every bit as bad as we thought it would be. The
bastard will take it all if I lose."
"We knew that's how it would be going into this, Sandy. I didn't hear anything
surprising in that message, except perhaps the personal note at the end. That's
not normal, is it?" Ralph's voice was quiet and calm.
"No, that was a surprise to me too, actually. This could turn into something a
lot bigger than we thought it would be. With Torrel and Daindraen involved, you
can be sure the King and Queen know and are following this. I wouldn't be
surprised if there was a bit of an audience at the actual event."
I listened to all this, appalled at their casual attitudes. They acted like they
were discussing whether to go to the county fair or not, while everything they
had ever worked for was at risk.
"What is wrong with you two? This could be the end of everything, and you two
are acting as though none of it matters!"
Sandy shot me a sidelong look, and actually smiled. Ralph at least took me
seriously, and explained.
"It doesn't matter at this point, Bryon. The die is cast, and nothing can take
back the decision to issue the challenge in the first place. I assure you that
Peter and I would just as soon not be exiled to a place of Braewynn's choosing,
and we'd all prefer to continue to live out our lives in this lovely home, but
now there is only waiting and then victory. What good would wailing and beating
of the breast do now? None, I assure you. No, this has been coming for a very
long time, and we have had much time to study the seriousness of what we
proposed."
I felt Peter's big paw land on my shoulder. "I think you need a sandwich, Bryon.
Being hungry always makes me tense. Might do you good." I flashed him a warm
smile - of all my brothers, Peter was the kindest and most concerned. Though a
sandwich seemed woefully inadequate in the face of what I had just heard in the
parlor, I knew he was doing what he could to set me at ease. I nodded a little,
and he hurried to the refrigerator and started taking out cold cuts and all the
fixings for two of his enormous sandwich specials.
While Peter fussed over our small - by his standards, anyway - meal, Sandy
outlined his intention to agree to all of Braewynn's stipulations, but that he
would be adding further conditions of his own: when he won, he would be given
all of the Pimp's material possessions in the human realms; all of the
commercial ventures he was associated with here would be terminated immediately;
and any 'talent' involved in his moviemaking and sales efforts were to be
unharmed and turned over to the Clan of the Red Circle.
"We don't know how many children could be involved, nor how damaged and
traumatized they might be, so I'm going to ask my mother to take them in if
there is more than just a couple. I'm pretty sure it won't be a problem - though
she doesn't like anyone to notice, she likes having children around, and her
manor house in Agryvaine is set up for this a lot better than the manse. All
right then, is there anything else?" He paused and looked at all of us. "No?
Let's get back in there and send our reply then."
Peter and I left our sandwiches waiting on the counter, and all four of us
trooped back into the parlor, where Jorleon sat in the over-stuffed wingback
chair in front of the tiny fireplace, his feet up on a hassock. Hearing the door
open, he rose to his feet and looked at Sandy expectantly.
"You have a message to be sent?"
"Aye, by your leave, I would have you take a message to Lords Torrel and
Daindraen."
"Very good. If you will speak it clearly and slowly, in the voice and words that
you would have them hear, I shall endeavor to convey it to them."
"Very well, then. Beginning now: My Lords Torrel and Daindraen, hail! My deepest
appreciation and respect are yours for the work that you both have done on my
behalf and on behalf of the Clan of the Red Circle. We are indebted to you both,
and shall strive mightily if, and when, you find a need for our services in
whatever matter you see fit. We are yours to command.
"Regarding the matter at hand, my brothers and I accept the stipulations laid
upon our challenge and defiance of Braewynn of Athelon, and we would add some
stipulations of our own, as is our right. When the victory is ours, we will
assume ownership of all his lands and holdings in the human realms, retroactive
to the date of the original insult that precipitated this event. Further, each,
any, every and all of his commercial ventures shall be terminated - not just in
his involvement, but disbanded entirely. Lastly, the Clan of the Red Circle will
be given possession of any children currently under his owernership, and all
records of the sale of any and all children up to this point, in all of his
ventures. These terms are absolute and non-negotiable.
"We await, with great anticipation, your message informing us of the time and
place where this series of unfortunate events will be concluded. Again, both my
brothers and I thank you for all that you have done for us in this matter."
There was a long pause, and then Jorleon smiled and nodded. "As well you know, I
will deliver this message without fail, Sandellifer. Now, I have further
messages to deliver. The first is for you, good sir. It is addressed for your
ears only, though the sender adds that your clan brothers may hear it, at your
discretion."
"I have no secrets from my brothers. If you will deliver the message, I will
hear it."
The courier smiled and nodded. "A moment then." His eyes once again lost focus
and he began to speak, this time in the voice that I remembered from my
encounter in the garden: the cool, clear voice of Lady Elenore.
"Word of your doings have arrived at my demesne, my son, and I am proud of you,
as ever. I am aware that you are cognizant of the manner of foe that you will
face, but I would remonstrate on one point: Unseelie honor is not the honor of
Seelie. Their honor lies in outcomes, not in process. When battling such a foe,
there must be no quarter granted, no allowance for weakness, and no concern for
dishonorable battle tactics. You must carry in your mind the determination to
crush your foe in any way that you may, and be wary for tactics from him that
would be beyond the pale, did you face a Seelie opponent.
"I will strive to be present at the event, and it is my hope that you would see
fit to carry the favor of the Duchess of Agryvaine into battle with you. Know
that my best wishes and care are with you at all times, and my greetings to all
your clan brothers as well."
Jorleon again fell silent, and his eyes refocused before he turned to me. "You
are called Bryon, no? If so, then my last message is for you, and it is of the
same origin as the last." With hardly a pause, he spoke again in Lady Elenore's
voice.
"It is well that you have joined with my son and his brothers in clan kinship,
young Bryon. I am well pleased that you have avoided your foe's clutches thus
far, and I hope that this will continue to be the case. Should you need refuge
at any time forget not Agryvaine, for you shall find welcome here. Lords of the
Summerlands forbid, but should darkness fall upon your cause, remember the boon
you have accepted, brother to my son, and all may yet be well."
Though she wasn't in the room, I nodded soberly. I was a little relieved that we
had a fall-back position, even though I was trying as hard as I could to be
positive about the outcome of this whole debacle. The calm in Elenore's voice
was something I really needed just about then.
A day later, Jorleon showed up again, this time carrying confirmation that the
lords had received our answer, and giving us the details of time and place: Two
days hence at 11pm, an abandoned cow pasture 25 miles to the south, near
Enumclaw, would see the end of this whole affair.