Adept (The Essence Gate War, Book 1) - By Michael Arnquist Page 0,2

it shut. He was not certain what conversation he had expected, but it was not this. The warrior’s voice was gentle, almost friendly. Recovering from his surprise, he said, “I will not give them the satisfaction. The more I struggle, the more it fuels their sport.”

“You look healthy and able,” Amric said. “Your limbs are strong, perhaps stronger than a human’s. Your claws and teeth appear formidable, though you strive to conceal them.” Halthak winced as the swordsman continued. “And yet your captors bear no injuries. Did you not struggle when they took you?”

“What bloody purpose—” Vorenius protested, taking half a step forward, but he drew up short as Amric raised a hand for silence. The swordsman’s gaze never left Halthak’s face, and he appeared unconcerned about the weapons arrayed around the camp against him.

“I am a healer,” Halthak said, lifting his chin. “I heal injuries, I do not cause them. No matter what manner of monster you may see before you, I have dedicated my life to healing. I will not take the life of another.”

“Even to save your own?” Amric asked.

“Even then.”

Amric tilted his head to one side, but his expression still betrayed nothing of his thoughts.

“I met Vorenius and his men on the road to the port city this morning,” Halthak continued, the words now tumbling out in a rush. “Some of them were injured, and I offered them my services in exchange for protection on the journey, since we shared a common destination. They— ”

His words slurred, and he ground to a halt in frustration. His mouth was poorly formed for the more delicate human language, and finer pronunciation suffered when he grew agitated. He drew a steadying breath and continued. “They were friendly enough at first. But as night fell and they confirmed I traveled alone, it became evident that I was, to them, just another monster to be slain. Or perhaps just a vulnerable traveler, foolish enough to believe our arrangement would be honored. My healing abilities, rather than earning their gratitude, became additional spice for their entertainment.”

Even as he spoke, he was uncertain if he was stalling for time, merely wishing to delay the inevitable, or if he wanted this stranger––someone, anyone––to understand at least this much of him before his death. A fearful part of him recognized that he had involved the man too deeply in his plight already, and that his selfishness might cause the death of another here at the last, but it was too late and so he surged ahead. His eyes raked the circle of men around the campfire and he stabbed a clawed finger at one of the bandits.

“That one would have lost his arm to infection at the very least, had it not been for my efforts. And he repays my kindness by cheering my torture and death.” The target of his attention started and involuntarily flexed his now healthy hand, glancing about at his comrades. The men began to mutter amongst themselves, their growing discomfort plain, their blades wavering.

Vorenius snarled an oath, seeming to realize that the situation would soon be beyond repair. He lunged forward at the crouching stranger, sword flashing down. Amric spun to his feet and drew one of the swords from his back in a blur of motion. There was a flicker of steel and Vorenius cried out in pain, his own blade tumbling from his hand. Staggering back, he clutched his arm to his torso as a spreading sheet of blood soaked the front of his tunic. Halthak noted with a start that the cut to Vorenius’s arm was nearly identical in placement and severity to the one the bandit leader had inflicted on Halthak mere minutes before. He returned his stare to the newcomer.

Amric stood motionless, sword held down and away, and he met the gaze of each of the stunned bandits in turn. When none of them advanced, he gave a sharp flick to the side to clear the blood from his blade, and sheathed it over his shoulder in a practiced motion. He hooked his thumbs over his belt once more, and his voice rang with command as he addressed them all over Vorenius’s agonized groans.

“I have seen and heard enough,” he said. “You have the opportunity now to make amends for a poor decision, and to let the healer leave this camp with me, without any further harm.”

The men exchanged glances. Vorenius cast about, eyes wild, and saw no one leaping to his defense. Lurching away

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