The First Chronicles of Druss the Legend Read Online Free PDF Page B

her, taking her in his arms and stroking her back.
    He led her into the room and sat her at the table. “Is there any food here?” he asked Druss. The young man nodded and moved through to the back room, returning with a pitcher of water and some bread. Shadak filled a clay cup with water and told the girl to drink. “Are you hurt?” he asked.
    She shook her head. “The blood is Yorath’s,” she whispered. Shadak sat beside her and Tailia sagged against him; she was exhausted.
    “You need to rest,” he told her gently, helping her to rise and leading her through the building to a small bedroom. Obediently she lay down, and he covered her with a thick blanket. “Sleep, child. I will be here.”
    “Don’t leave me,” she pleaded.
    He took her hand. “You are safe … Tailia. Sleep.” She closedher eyes, but clung to his hand, and Shadak sat with her until the grip eased and her breathing deepened. At last he stood and returned to the outer room.
    “You were planning to leave her behind?” he asked the young man.
    “She is nothing to me,” he said coldly. “Rowena is everything.”
    “I see. Then think on this, my friend: suppose it was you who had died and Rowena who had survived hiding in the woods. How would your spirit feel if you saw me ride in and leave her alone in this wilderness?”
    “I did not die,” said Druss.
    “No,” said Shadak, “you didn’t. We’ll take the girl with us.”
    “No!”
    “Either that or you walk on alone, laddie. And I do mean
walk
.”
    The young man looked up at the hunter, and his eyes gleamed. “I have killed men today,” he said, “and I will not be threatened by you, or anyone. Not ever again. If I choose to leave here on one of your stolen horses, I shall do so. You would be wise not to try to stop me.”
    “I wouldn’t
try
, boy, I’d do it.” The words were spoken softly, and with quiet confidence. But deep inside Shadak was surprised, for it was a confidence he did not feel. He saw the young man’s hand snake around the haft of the axe. “I know you are angry, lad, and concerned for the safety of … Rowena. But you can do nothing alone—unless of course you are a tracker, and an expert horseman. You could ride off into the dark and lose them. Or you could stumble upon them, and try to kill forty warriors. Then there’d be no one to rescue her, or the others.”
    Slowly the giant’s fingers relaxed, the hand moving away from the axe haft, the gleam fading from his eyes. “It hurts me to sit here while they carry her farther away.”
    “I understand that. But we will catch them. And they will not harm the women; they are valuable to them.”
    “You have a plan?”
    “I do. I know the country, and I can guess where they will be camped tomorrow. We will go in at night, deal with the sentries, and free the captives.”
    Druss nodded. “What then? They’ll be hunting us. How do we escape with thirty women?”
    “Their leaders will be dead,” said Shadak softly. “I’ll see to that.”
    “Others will take the lead. They will come after us.”
    Shadak shrugged, then smiled. “Then we kill as many as we can.”
    “I like that part of the plan,” said the young man grimly.
    The stars were bright and Shadak sat on the porch of the timber dwelling, watching Druss sitting beside the bodies of his parents.
    “You’re getting old,” Shadak told himself, his gaze fixed on Druss. “You make me feel old,” he whispered. Not in twenty years had a man inspired such fear in Shadak. He remembered the moment well—he was a Sathuli tribesman named Jonacin, a man with eyes of ice and fire, a legend among his own people. The Lord’s champion, he had killed seventeen men in single combat, among them the Vagrian champion, Vearl.
    Shadak had known the Vagrian—a tall, lean man, lightning-fast and tactically sound. The Sathuli, it was said, had treated him like a novice, first slicing off his right ear before dispatching him with a heart