“I hope your elf friend is wise enough to stay away,” Silver-Ear had said after relaying the instructions to the brutes.
Jessilynn said nothing, only nodded. Occasionally she looked to the sky, hoping to see Sonowin’s great wings, but they were never there. More and more she grew convinced that Dieredon had abandoned her so he might fly west to warn the people of Mordan. And while she knew it was the right thing to do, the course of action that’d save the most lives, it did nothing to remove her feeling of abandonment as she stood there, her arms tied with primitive ropes to a wooden stake. The creatures snarled at her, lapped their tongues and gnashed their teeth. Her eyes closed, she pretended not to hear them, not to be afraid.
Once the ravine was empty, and the various races had exited, Silver-Ear returned for her, along with an escort of wolves.
“Come,” the female said, taking her wrist. “Moonslayer would have words with you.”
They left the ravine, Jessilynn half-walking, half-dragged across the yellow grass. Up ahead she saw the great mass of bodies that was the combined army, but they did not go to them. Instead they slowed, coming upon a small fire. Moonslayer sat waiting, hunched over the fire with the bones of his meal at his feet. Several wolf-men were with him, taller than the others, stronger. His most faithful and trusted, she decided, as Moonslayer stood upon her arrival. Manfeaster was not with him, but she could only assume he was farther ahead, leading the army in his brother’s absence.
“On your knees,” Silver-Ear said, shoving her to the ground. Jessilynn let out a small cry and remained where she’d fallen. Without saying a word, Moonslayer turned around, grabbing something that had been hidden behind him. He tossed it her way, where it landed with a loud clang. Jessilynn frowned, not understanding what was expected of her. The object was an enormous shield, the front bearing the crest of the army of Mordan.
“What of it?” she finally asked.
“Pick it up,” the wolf-man said.
If it was a trap, it was a strange one. Slowly getting to her feet, she walked over to the shield, feeling the eyes of the monsters upon her. The metal was cool to the touch, and heavier than what she could use with any sort of proficiently. She lifted it before her, settling into a basic stance. Apparently whatever she’d done was wrong, for Moonslayer lashed it out of her grip with a swipe. She flinched, expecting an attack, but instead he went back to where he’d been sitting and this time retrieved a sword. He tossed it at her feet.
“Pick it up.”
She lifted the sword, careful to keep the tip pointed downward to show she had no crazy ideas. There were a dozen wolf-men surrounding her, and it’d take more than a rusted blade to slice and dice herself free. Again she was judged poorly, the blade knocked out of her hands. The enormous wolf-man lunged forward, wrapping his paw around her neck and lifting her up.
“You said you were a paladin,” he growled. “You lied.”
The glow, she realized. They were looking for a glow, something to match the stories of Darius and Jerico. Trying not to panic, she fought for breath through his grip.
“I am,” she insisted. “I can prove it.”
Moonslayer dropped her. His back curled so he might stare at her eye to eye.
“How?” he asked.
“My bow,” she said. “I need my bow.”
“I left it at the cave,” Silver-Ear said, having been standing nearby, watching the events.
A quick snap from Moonslayer sent one of the wolves racing back toward the ravine. Jessilynn sat on her knees, focusing on breathing in and out. She didn’t know why he wanted proof of her being a paladin, nor did she care. All that mattered was finding a way to survive, and keeping her eyes open for a chance to escape. She could do that. No matter the humiliations, they would not break her.
Silver-Ear beckoned Moonslayer over, and she whispered something in her soft, gravelly voice. Whatever it was, the wolf-man wanted no part of it, and he pushed her aside. Jessilynn looked away, unable to explain why she felt she might earn their wrath if they caught her watching.
“Human,” Moonslayer said, walking over to her. From her knees she looked up at the beast. “There are those who doubt you are what I say you are. This must be settled. You will have your bow, and you will prove that you are a paladin.”
He leaned closer, so that she might smell the blood on his teeth.
“But if you are lying…”
“I’m not,” she said. A thought came to her, and she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Lying’s not my style.”
Moonslayer ruffled his nose at her but said nothing. Pacing, he waited until the wolf-man with her bow returned. The creature dumped it unceremoniously before her, scattering arrows out of the quiver. When she held the bow she saw the string had been cut. Shaking her head in annoyance, she reached for the quiver, earning herself a growl from those gathered around her.
“The string,” she said, trying to explain. “It’s broken, but I have a spare.”
With that she continued what she was doing, removing the old drawstring and then pulling out a new one from a long pouch on the side of the quiver. Looping the bottom on, she stood, braced it with her legs, and then hooked the other side. That done, she stared Moonslayer in the eyes.
“The arrows will have the glow,” she said. Moonslayer flattened his ears and nodded, urging her on.
Jessilynn bent down and picked up an arrow. This was it, she thought. She could fire an arrow into the air, the glow alerting Dieredon to her presence. Perhaps he could assault the crowd before they realized what was going on. The idea vanished as quickly as it came. There was no way Dieredon had somehow lost track of her. If he was nearby, then he already knew. That was just how he was. On the other hand, if he wasn’t near…
She looked to Moonslayer, who watched her closely. Moonslayer and Manfeaster were the two responsible for the entire army, the fearsome leaders that kept the rest in check. It was fear that prevented total anarchy and breakdown, fear that would not last if the wolf-men squabbled over leadership. How much might she disrupt their plans if she took him down? She’d be forfeiting her life, but how many lives might she save in doing so? This was what she’d sworn to do, to give her life so others may go on.
The arrow touched the string. Moonslayer was to her left, and before her were two wolf-men, who stepped aside to give her an empty space to shoot through. Her heart hammered in her chest. She refused to look at Moonslayer, to even let him guess at her thinking. Up went her bow, and she tightened her grip. When she pulled back the string, the arrowhead lit up, the metal pulsing softly with a blue glow that was far fainter than she preferred. The wolf-men around her saw it, and several let out soft growls.
Now, she thought. Now was the time. Turn and fire, send the wolf-man leader to his grave. Save hundreds, maybe thousands.
She released the arrow.
It sailed through the gap, slicing through the night before striking ground. With a loud crack it hit, shattering rock. Jessilynn let out the breath she’d been holding, the weight of her inaction bringing her to tears.
No, she couldn’t do it. She was a coward. If Jerico saw her then, she could only imagine the disappointment in his eyes.
“It is not the same as the stories,” Moonslayer said as he took the bow from Jessilynn’s hands.
“It is enough,” Silver-Ear insisted. “Let them all see it. She is still a champion of mankind, no matter how weak she appears.”
Moonslayer stood, studying her with those intelligent eyes of his.
“Very well,” he said. “I will find Manfeaster. If you want a demonstration, shaman, then you shall have one.”
He handed the bow and quiver off to another, then lifted Jessilynn into the air, draping her over his shoulders. One giant paw held her feet, the other arms. The position jammed her armor into her stomach, but she kept the discomfort to herself. For some reason she knew if she mentioned it, the wolf-man would only make it worse. She felt like a child as he carried her, racing along the ground with his tongue hanging out one side of his mouth. The rest of the wolf-men followed, leaving Silver-Ear to lag behind.