He drew it properly, pushing the bow away himself while “standing” with the string, then took aim. He’d forgotten how much a string could cut into your fingers and then recalled Alyssa was wearing bowman’s gloves, very light gloves of thin leather. Nonetheless, despite the pain, he took a good aim and fired with a prayer to any watching gods. Diablo, bless him, didn’t flinch in the slightest.
The arrow flew straight and true and dead into the center of the target, sinking to the fletching. He fired two more, just to ensure that that wasn’t a fluke, and both were nearly as accurate. Then, despite the pain of his fingers and the fact that they appeared to have started bleeding again, he tried it at a walk, a trot and a canter.
At a walk he could get the arrows into more or less the center of the target at fifty yards. But he had to aim carefully and it was not a fast process. At a trot he was afraid that he’d lost a couple of Alyssa’s arrows deep in the woods. At a canter he was a bit better, it was a smoother ride than a trot anyway, but the arrows still were only “near” the target; one hit in the center more or less by a fluke but the other two missed low.
“Where’d you learn to use a bow?” Alyssa asked as he rode back up after retrieving the arrows.
“The same place I learned to ride a horse,” Herzer said with a rueful grin. “Stupid me, I kept all my stuff off-line rather than at my house or something. Or I’d be fully decked out. Lu, I had a beautiful bow,” he added sadly.
“Did you do horse archery?” Kane asked. “And what kind of bow?”
“No, I didn’t really fight from horseback at all; I’d dismount,” Herzer replied. “And it was a long recurve, hundred kilo draw.”
“A hundred?” Alyssa said, her jaw dropping.
“Well, I couldn’t shoot it a lot,” Herzer admitted. “But when I hit a fisking orc, it stayed dropped!”
“You weren’t a reenactor, though,” Kane said with a frown.
“I… no I wasn’t,” Herzer replied. “I had some physical problems up until recently. I was training to start being a reenactor. Then the Fall hit. And here we are.”
“Well, if you’ll help me string this thing, you can carry Alyssa’s spare.”
“I think I can do that,” Herzer said. “And you’d better get me out one of those pig-stickers, too.”
“You said you hadn’t trained on horseback,” Kane said with a frown.
“I haven’t, but I’m thinking of the origin of the name,” Herzer replied with a grin.
The capture corral had been established where the Little Shenan met the big Shenan, just to the side of the main bridge for the Via Apallia. In fact the “funnel” fences, split logs mostly tied to trees, extended over the road. Their own corrals were just to the south so it was a short ride up to where everyone had gathered. Buildings had been erected along the main road and there were now steel kettles being filled with water and A frames being erected in front of them.
“For the slaughtering,” Kane said. “Get the water boiling hot, dip a pig in the water to loosen up the bristles. Other animals, too. And the frames are for slaughtering.”
“Are they going to slaughter all the pigs?” Herzer asked. “They’re important animals for a farmer.”
“Wild pigs aren’t anything for a new farmer to be handling,” Kane pointed out. “We’re not to kill any of the young ones. And the people along the fences are going to try to capture any that get through. But we’re going to slaughter all the big ones and smoke them. We don’t have enough salt to smoke them properly, but if you give them enough of a smoking they’ll last a while. Unless there’s a huge number of animals we’re going to go through the food pretty quick. There’s two types of deer that are going to be coming out, white tails and wapiti. The white tails will go right over the fences; kill any of them you can. But the wapiti can’t cross them so we’re going to collect them.”
There were four smaller corrals off the main corral, planted so that herd animals could be driven in. Herzer, having seen how “easy” it was to drive animals the previous day thought them optimistic.
He tied off his two spare horses to the corral and took up his position, on the “outside” corner and waited for the first animals to come in. There were people starting to line the fences, many of them with spears made from saplings. He saw Shilan in his sector and waved at her, then spotted Rachel walking along the line, a bag slung over her back. That brought him back to the fact that many of the animals that were going to be coming in were not going to be exactly friendly. He thought about riding over and talking but stayed in his place instead, trying to figure out what his “good” lines of fire were. If he missed a shot the arrow would just keep going and eventually the entire line of fences were supposed to be manned. That was going to make shooting problematic. That being the case he left the bow and the spear where they were.
Kane rode over with a coil of rope in his hands. “Can you tie a knot?” he asked.
“A few,” Herzer admitted.
“There’s a slip knot in the end,” Kane said, handing over the rope. “If something gets killed, drag it off to the side; somebody will take care of it from there.”
Herzer took the rope and found a place to tie it on the saddle. He wasn’t sure about dragging something with Diablo, much less with Butch or Duchess. Butch and Duchess tended to wander away when he dismounted, among other things.
He didn’t have much time to worry about it, though, because shortly afterwards, to a general cry, a deer jumped over one of the fences and into the open area. It was well outside his sector so he didn’t bother to try to uncase his bow and get a shot and it quickly bounded across the open area. But when it saw the line of people along the fence it turned towards him.
He kneed Diablo towards it to get it turned, then saw it was ignoring the horses. He was just starting to get the bow out, not easy on a trotting horse, when an arrow from the side took it down. It still continued to run but then dropped as the message got through to its brain that it was dead. He trotted over to it, dropping the bow back in the case and dismounted, untying his rope. He got the slip knot around the rear legs then walked back to Diablo who unaccustomedly shied away.
“He doesn’t like the smell of blood!” Kane called. “Talk to him.”
“Shah, horse,” Herzer crooned, letting out the rope. “Good horse. Stay. Whoa.”
He finally got on its back, with the rope nearly at full extension, and kneed him toward the nearest fence. The weight of the deer nearly dragged him from the saddle but he wrapped it into the leather it had been tied on and started dragging. Unfortunately before he had gotten more than thirty meters the second animal appeared; a half mature tiger.
At the sight of the great cat, which was no more than fifty meters away, Diablo went nuts, rearing and trying to run away from the cat and the deer it was dragging simultaneously. Herzer somehow stayed in the saddle, his hand painfully caught in the leather and rope. He pointed the horse away from the tiger, which was just fine by it, and towards the fence. But the tiger, seeing something fleeing, started after the horse, then turned and leapt on the deer instead.
The combined weight of the deer and the tiger stopped the horse in its tracks, nearly throwing it on its side. This time Herzer managed to get his hand free in time but the rope burned through his hand painfully. He kicked Diablo into movement again and then turned to look at what was going on behind him.
The tiger had stopped on the carcass of the deer, looking around at the people and horse with a baleful glare. After a moment it crouched on top of the deer and let out a roar.