Pathfinder's Way(70)

He didn't look happy. Shea backed up even further.

The dark expression on his face was a bit scary. Guess she shouldn't  have kicked him when he was down. The biting probably didn't help  either. Trying to dig her fingers into his eyes had been a low blow.  Even she could admit that. This was practice. Some things were just off  limits.

He started for her, not even bothering to pick up his practice sword.  Shea prepared to run. New energy coursed through her as she felt genuine  danger rolling off Trenton.

"Test complete," the old man crowed.

"What?" Shea asked in disbelief.

"You passed."

"That's it?"

The test had been difficult but not impossible. She'd been expecting  impossible given the hesitation the old man showed in testing her.

"Mostly."

That's what she thought.

"So the little outsider managed to pass the first phase." Snake Clan's  leader sauntered into the training ring. "Honey, that's the easy part.  It's what happens next that most don't survive."

"What business do you have here, Snake Clan?" The cantankerous bastard  who had so joyfully tortured Shea over the last few weeks was gone and a  remote stranger had taken his place.

The dark haired woman shrugged slim, tan shoulders that were bare from a  dark green, sleeveless top. The top had a high collar and a cut out  over her chest showing a hint of cleavage. Heavy bands of metal adorned  each wrist. Her hair fell in a thick, straight sheet to her waist.

"I just wanted to see the outsider everybody's talking about."

Meynard looked like he had bitten into something sour.

"So far I'm less than impressed," the woman said, examining Shea with arms crossed over her chest.

Well, Shea wasn't overly impressed with the woman either. She hadn't met  many from Snake Clan. They didn't usually serve on the front lines.

"You're really considering making this your Tolroi?" she asked Fallon.

Shea didn't know if she liked being referred to as a ‘this'. She had a  name and a title. Shea folded her arms over her chest and gave the woman  her best non-expression. It was the one she had perfected during the  long winded lectures the elders of Birdon Leaf had subjected Shea to  when they disagreed with something she'd done.

"Look at her. She doesn't even have the spirit to defend herself when  someone insults her." The woman turned her head towards the crowd as if  it was them she was trying to convince rather than Fallon.         

     



 

"Our leader needs someone who has the fire to stand up for her people, not some gutless Lowlander."

"Watch your mouth, woman," the old man cautioned. His voice was low and  dangerous, making a person forget the frail body that went with it.

"Indeed, Indra," a man moved into view. "You've always been one to speak thoughts that have no wisdom behind them."

If she remembered right, he was the Horse Clan leader. Henry, she  thought she remembered. He had been with Darius when they had  investigated the beast board. Shea hadn't really gotten a look at him  then, being more concerned over the danger of imminent discovery, so she  took the time now.

He had white hair that was well kept and brushed sharply away from his  face, leaving his softly lined features on proud display. He walked with  a straight back, placing each foot carefully. You could tell he was  once a warrior, and a good one too, simply from the way he kept his  balance evenly distributed at all times and the absolute awareness he  had of his surroundings.

A limp became evident after a closer look. It didn't hold him back as he  moved fluidly towards them, so it wasn't a result of age. If Shea had  to guess, she'd say it was an old wound from when he was a child or one  he was born with. Age would have made his gate jerky and stiff. The way  he moved said he had found ways to turn a potential weakness into a  strength.

"She couldn't even successfully defend against Trenton."

"I'd warrant you wouldn't be able to either," Henry said. "None of  Fallon's guard could when they first sought his esteem. That's not what  Meynard is testing for."

"This Lowlander has no right to be tested at all," a male voice said from the edge of the training arena.

This clan leader Shea knew. She wasn't a fan. The Lion Clan's leader, Van, joined the other two leaders.

"She isn't Trateri. The position of the Hawkvale's guard is one of  honor. It's never been held by an outsider." Van's slightly too small  eyes were scornful as they ran over Shea, noting every bruise and the  hole in her pants from when she had dove out of the way of Trenton's  blade.

Shea didn't let his disregard bother her. Better men than him had found fault with her.

"Her actions have earned her the right to be tested," Henry stated.

"Ha," Indra scoffed. "She's nothing better than a scout. Any idiot could  do that job. Her squad must have been full of fools to need the help of  a Lowlander."

Shea scowled. She didn't mind them running her down. All they were doing  was helping her. If they managed to convince the group she shouldn't be  here, Fallon might give up on this strange obsession. She drew the line  at insults aimed at the men she considered her friends.

They'd gone through a lot together. She'd come to respect them. That was  the kind of thing that deserved to be defended. Some oversexed woman  and an inept Lion Clan leader wasn't going to malign them while Shea  stood by and took it.

"So who deserves to be tested?" Shea asked. "You?"

"It's certainly not some gutless Lowlander."

"Gutless, huh?"

That was a pretty strong word considering the number of times she'd  saved their warlord. The expressions on some of the faces in the crowd  said they agreed with the woman. If it had just been Shea's reputation  on the line, she'd have let them go on believing that. Eamon, Buck and  the others didn't deserve that stigma, and it wouldn't be long before  slurs against her honor became slurs against theirs. That, Shea wouldn't  stand for.

"When's the last time you journeyed into the wild by yourself?" Shea asked.

It was a safe question and one Shea already knew the answer to. The  Snake Clan wasn't especially known for their bravery. They, and their  clan leader, liked to stay close to the combined might of Fallon's army.

Shea could tell she had scored a point from the soft mutterings that  traveled through the crowd. The fact that Snake Clan tended to hand  their field duties off to other clans was a bit of a sore point among  the Trateri.

"I'll make it easier on you." Shea had no such intention. "When's the  last time you ventured out in a party of four, including yourself.  That's how many scouts normally set out on a reconnaissance mission."

There was a pregnant silence. The crowd behind her grew more restless.

"That has nothing to do with this," the woman tried to deflect. "You're  not one of us. How dare you try to get close to Hawkvale?"

"Never, huh?" Shea rolled right over the woman's words. "You know,  somehow gutless just doesn't have the right amount of impact coming from  you."         

     



 

"You forgot idiot," Eamon's voice rumbled from the crowd.

Shea snapped her fingers and pointed at him in acknowledgement of the reminder.

Eamon and Buck stood at the edge of the clearing, having pushed their way through the growing crowd.

A year ago, even five months ago, Shea would have let the woman have her  say before ignoring whatever insults came her way. Not today, though.

"How about this? I'll give you a chance to prove how gutless and stupid I  am. We'll each take two weeks' worth of supplies and walk for a week in  whatever direction strikes us. Then at the end of that week we'll find  our way back to the camp."

"I'm not- That's not- I'm not doing that," the woman sputtered. She  looked around for support. The people in the crowd dropped their eyes.  Even the men and women wearing Snake Clan colors avoided her gaze.

"Oh?" Shea asked, arching one eyebrow. "It should be easy. After all, if  a gutless idiot can do it, you should have no problems."

Seeing that she wasn't going to be able to win against Shea, the woman changed tactics.

"I don't have to stand for this. I am a clan leader and what are you?  Nothing. You're filth. Even your own people didn't want you. They gave  you to us as tribute."

It was a good tactic. Shea had to give her that. Its intention was to  strike at a fact that should have been gnawing at Shea all these months.  But, Shea's people hadn't been the ones to abandon her. Birdon Leaf  might have orchestrated everything to get rid of a pathfinder they found  inferior, but Shea didn't consider those back country dirt grubbers her  people.

The only ones Shea considered her own were the pathfinders. She doubted  they even knew she was missing. Their organization didn't keep close  tabs on each other.

"Enough Indra," Fallon ordered in a low voice.

Indra's mouth snapped shut her next retort. Even Shea found what she had been about to say dying on her tongue.