“Did he teach you that as well, the one who rides with you? You would do good to keep him up front with you, for his kind prefers to kill from behind,” I said.
He rode his horse right up to the front until he was beside the warrior chief. Dressed as they were with the feather helmet taming his wild hair, he seemed not only odd on the horse but that he knew it. The way a dog would look riding a cow.
“How it goes, Tracker?”
“Never seems to go away, Leopard.”
“It’s been said you have a nose.”
“Under your armour, you stink worse than them.”
He gripped the bridle harder than he needed to, and the horse jerked her head. His whiskers, which rarely showed when he was a man, shone in the night. He took his helmet off. Nobody moved their spears. There were things I wanted to ask him. How a man never interested in long-term hire found long-term hire. How they got him to wear such armour, and robes that must drag, and tear, and chafe, and itch. And if part of the bargain was that he never changed to his true nature again. But I asked none of that.
“How different you look,” he said.
I said nothing.
“Hair wilder than mine, like a seer nobody listens to. Thin as witch stick. No Ku marks?”
“They washed in the river. Much has happened to me, Leopard.”
“I know, Tracker.”
“You look the same. Perhaps because nothing ever happens to you. Not even what you cause.”
“Where do you head, Tracker?”
“We go where you come from. Where we come from you go.”
The Leopard stared at me. He would have known who I searched for. Or he was a fool. Or he thought me to be one.
“Tell them that you are headed home, Tracker, for your sake.”
“I have a home? Tell me where, Leopard. Point me where to go.”
Leopard stared at me. The warrior chief cleared her throat.
“Let me state it clear that I tried to help you,” he said.
“‘Let me state it clear’? From where did you get this tongue? Your help is worse than a curse,” I said.
“Enough. You two fight like people who have fucked. You came upon us, traveler. Be on with you and … Who are those two?”
Behind me Nyka and the Aesi were at least a hundred paces away. The Aesi covered his hair with a hood. Nyka wrapped his wings tight around himself.
She continued, “You and your kind go. You already delay us.”
She reined her horse.
“No,” the Leopard said. “I know him. You cannot let him go.”
“He is not the one we look for.”
“But if the Tracker is here then he’s already found him.”
“This man. He is just some man you know. You seem to know many,” she said.
I hoped she smiled in the dark. I really hope she did.
“Fool, how do you not know who this is? Even after he said his name. He is the one who insulted your Queen. The one who came to kill her son, but he was already gone. The one who—”
“I know who he is.” Then, to me, “You, Tracker, you come with us.”
“I go nowhere with any of you.”
“You’re the second man to think I am offering choices. Take him.”
Three warriors dismounted and stepped towards me. I held both axes in hand and gripped them tight. I had just cut a child’s throat and split a woman’s head in two, so I would kill anyone here. But I looked straight at the Leopard when I thought it. The three stepped to me and stopped. They lowered their spears and approached. Before, I could not smell it anymore, the fear metals had for me. I could stand tall like the person in the storm who never got hit by hail. Now I looked left and right, thinking who I should dodge first. I looked up and saw Leopard watching me.
“Tracker?” he said.
“Have all my men gone deaf in the night? Take him!”
The warriors would not move. They shook and strained, forcing their lips to speak, their hips to turn, to say that they wanted to do as she wished, but could not.
Nyka and the Aesi came up behind me.
“And who are these two?”
“I am sure they have mouths. Ask them,” I said.
Every man holding spears lifted them away. The chief looked around in shock, and spooked her horse. She rubbed his cheek hard, trying to calm him.