Lee put his hand on Linis’ shoulder. “If he’s as dangerous as you say, then I’m the only one here that has a chance. I can’t match you in the forest, but there’s no elf that lives that can defeat me in single combat. I’m what your people call a half-man, and I am the only hope we have to save Kaylia’s life.”
Linis stared at Lee in wonder. “Truly the world is full of surprises,” he remarked. “I never thought to meet a half-man. While I understand your reasons for keeping it secret, I wish I could have availed myself to your experiences along our way.”
“I thought it best to keep it to myself,” Lee explained. “I ask that you not spread this knowledge should I survive.”
“You have my word,” Linis promised.
When an hour had passed, Berathis returned. “Who shall meet the challenge?” he asked, removing his cloak. His eyes filled with surprise when Lee stepped forward. “I ask that you reconsider. You are brave, human, but surely Linis has told you who you face.”
“He has told me,” Lee replied, his sword in hand. “I wish that there be no deception. I meet your challenge in full knowledge and understanding, so I give you the same: I am Lee Starfinder, son of Saraf. I am a half-man and well beyond your skills in combat. I ask that you remove yourself and leave us be.”
“Half-man, eh?” Berathis said, intrigued. “Then today I rejoice. If death finds me, it will be at the hands of one who is great among men.” He drew his long knife and smiled. “Let us dance, Lee Starfinder, and let the fates decide.”
Lee crouched, leaning on his back leg and holding his sword low at his hip. The elf circled slowly to the right, his knife practically dangling from his hand. In a flash, Lee attacked high, forcing Berathis to duck and move away. Gewey had never seen anything move so fast. It was like watching two bolts of lightning do battle.
Over and over again, Lee forced Berathis back, making it impossible for the elf to counter. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes like hours, and Berathis was clearly losing the advantage.
“You toy with me,” Berathis accused. “Why don’t you end this?”
“I only hoped you would see the futility of this fight,” Lee pleaded. “You are by far the most skilled opponent I’ve ever faced. I have no desire to kill you.”
“You honor me,” the elf replied, “but you have no choice.”
Faster than the eye could see, Berathis lunged with deadly intent, but Lee was prepared. He spun and brought his sword around, slashing across the back of the elf’s hand, causing him to drop his knife to the ground. Berathis gripped his wound in pain, staring down at his fallen blade. Lee stepped forward, holding his sword in both hands, poised for the final blow.
Berathis laughed to himself and looked up at Lee. “The fight is yours,” he said. “This is a good death.”
“There is no need for you to die,” Lee insisted. “Yield and withdraw. Your honor is secure.”
“I wish you understood us better,” Berathis lamented. “My death is required.” He looked to Linis. “You know this.”
Linis nodded his head with sadness and regret.
“That may be your way,” Lee stated flatly, “but it is not mine. You fought with skill and courage, and I will not strike you down.”
Suddenly, Berathis charged toward Lee. Instinctively, Lee lowered his sword to fend off the attack, impaling the elf on the blade. Berathis’ arms flung around Lee’s back, then he slowly slid to the ground. Lee stepped back, horrified.
Berathis gasped as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Tears streamed down Linis’ face, as he knelt down beside his former teacher and took his hand.
“This is a good death,” Berathis said weakly as blood spilled from his wound. “I go to see the Father with my honor intact.”
“You shall be remembered,” Linis wept softly. “Your spirit lives on, and I shall join you soon. You will always be the greatest among us.”
Berathis reached up and touched Linis’ cheek. “No, it is you who is great. You can see the future, while the rest of us live on in darkness. You are on the right path, brother. Walk it with honor.” Slowly his hand fell and his eyes closed.
Lee walked away and sat by himself against a young oak. Kaylia went over and sat beside him.
“It had to be this way,” she assured him. “You honored him by allowing him to die by your hand.”
Lee said nothing, but his eyes flamed with anger.
Kaylia touched his hand and got up. “You may not understand us, and perhaps his death was senseless to your eyes. But that does not mean you did wrong. He wanted it so. If you had left him injured and defeated, he would have ended his own life in dishonor.”
“Lee,” Linis called to him. “Will you join us as we lay our kin to rest?”
The elves were standing in a circle around Berathis’ body. Lee got to his feet and joined them.
Gewey watched as the elves prepared a funeral pyre and torches. They placed Berathis’ body atop the pyre and began the ritual. For hours they sang songs in the ancient language, swaying back and forth around their fallen kinsman. Lee stood beside them with his head bowed low. Gewey and the others stood back, watching quietly.
When the songs were over, Linis handed a torch to Lee and stepped away. Lee lit the pyre and said a silent prayer. The elves backed away and got to their knees, watching as the fire blazed, consuming the remains of Berathis.
When the fire died, and the body had turned to ashes, the elves solemnly rose to their feet and retrieved their packs.
“We must go,” Linis declared. “I will not rest here.”
The others followed without a word. They walked until dawn, and decided to rest through the day and night, until the following morning.
“My heart is too heavy to continue,” said Linis. “Come, Lee. Let me tell you stories of Berathis, so that you may know him, and understand how happy he was that you provided the death he had always wished for.”
Lee nodded and sat with the elf. He listened to stories of Berathis’ deeds until it was close to dawn.
“Thank you,” Lee said, once Linis had finished. “I still have much to learn of your kind. And though it still pains me to have ended the life of such a valiant person, I am grateful to have heard his tale.”
“It is I who am grateful,” Linis replied. “Because of you, I was spared the agony of fighting my teacher and mentor-though I doubt I would have prevailed.”
“Why is it so important that Kaylia be killed?” Lee asked.
Linis sighed heavily. “There is a second split among the elves. I fear much blood will be spilled before it is over. Kaylia has a rich and noble heritage among our people; it would be a serious blow to the elders’ cause if it were revealed that she has broken tradition and befriended humans. They cannot allow her to be heard and possibly sway the advantage away from them. As it stands, those who would see elf and human reconciled are greatly outnumbered, and we pose little threat to their power. But as our numbers grow, so does our influence. We’ve been able to avoid bloodshed so far, but the stronger our position gets, the more likely that is to change, and none of us want that.”
“How do you hope to change the Elders’ minds?” Lee asked. “I know elves are different from humans in many ways, but there is no doubt they share the same stubbornness.”
“True,” Linis agreed. “Our progress with humans has been slow, but it is progress. If we can only show our kin the possibilities and benefits of such a world, that might sway enough of my people to our cause, and force the elders to relent.”
“I fear that you will find resistance on all sides, my friend,” Lee said with regret. “Humans don’t tend to welcome change, and they hold tightly to their fears. But I wish you luck.”
Linis laughed softly and put his hand on Lee’s shoulder. “Two bullheaded races on a collision course with destiny. It is definitely luck that we will need.”