his purpose. Why hadn't he been given missions on behalf of the Crown like the other men in the Brotherhood? He had been superior in fighting skills even as a lad and now his talent was as developed as it could possibly be.
Each new moon the same person would come from the priory; Loup was mute, fiercely strong, unnervingly fast and gave no quarter. Cassien had tried to engage the man, but Loup's expression rarely changed from blank.
His task was to test Cassien and no doubt report back to Brother Josse. Why didn't Josse simply pay a visit and judge for himself? Once in a decade was surely not too much to ask? Why send a mute to a solitary man? Josse would have his reasons, Cassien had long ago decided. And so Loup would arrive silently, remaining for however long it took to satisfy himself that Cassien was keeping sharp and healthy, that he was constantly improving his skills with a range of weapons, such as the throwing arrows, sword, or the short whip and club.
Loup would put Cassien through a series of contortions to test his strength, control and suppleness. They would run for hours to prove Cassien's stamina, but Loup would do his miles on horseback. He would check Cassien's teeth, that his eyes were clear and vision accurate, his hearing perfect. He would even check his stools to ensure that his diet was balanced. Finally he would check for clues - ingredients or implements - that Cassien might be smoking, chewing or distilling. Cassien always told Loup not to waste his time. He had no need of any drug. But Loup never took his word for it.
He tested that a blindfolded Cassien - from a distance - was able to gauge various temperatures, smells, Loup's position changes, even times of the day, despite being deprived of the usual clues.
Loup also assessed pain tolerance, the most difficult of sessions for both of them: stony faced, the man of the Brotherhood went about his ugly business diligently. Cassien had wept before his tormentor many times. But no longer. He had taught himself through deep mind control techniques to welcome the sessions, to see how far he could go, and now no cold, no heat, no exhaustion, no surface wound nor sprained limb could stop Cassien completing his test. A few moons previously the older man had taken his trial to a new level of near hanging and near drowning in the space of two days. Cassien knew his companion would not kill him and so it was a matter of trusting this fact, not struggling, and living long enough for Loup to lose his nerve first. Hanging until almost choked, near drowning, Cassien had briefly lost consciousness on both tests but he'd hauled himself to his feet finally and spat defiantly into the bushes. Loup had only nodded but Cassien had seen the spark of respect in the man's expression.
The list of trials over the years seemed endless and ranged from subtle to savage. They were preparing him but for what? He was confident by this time that his thinking processes were lightning fast, as were his physical reactions.
Cassien had not been able to best Loup in hand-to-hand combat in all these years until two moons previously, when it seemed that everything he had trained his body for, everything his mind had steeled itself for, everything his emotions and desires had kept themselves dampened for, came out one sun-drenched afternoon. The surprise of defeat didn't need to be spoken; Cassien could see it written across the older man's face and he knew a special milestone had been reached. And so on his most recent visit the trial was painless; his test was to see if Cassien could read disguised shifts in emotion or thought from Loup's closed features.
But there was a side to him that Loup couldn't test. No-one knew about his magic. Cassien had never told anyone of it, for in his early years he didn't understand and was fearful of it. By sixteen he not only wanted to conform to the monastic lifestyle, but to excel. He didn't want Brother Josse to mark him as different, perhaps even unbalanced or dangerous, because of an odd ability.
However, in the solitude and isolation of the forest Cassien had sparingly used the skill he thought of as 'roaming' - it was as though he could disengage from his body