Talon of the Silver Hawk. Raymond E. Feist

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      ‘Caleb told me he hunted like no city-born man,’ agreed Magnus.

      ‘Your brother spent years with the elves; he should know.’

      ‘Agreed.’

      ‘No, our young friend Talon is an opportunity. He is, perhaps, unique. And he is young enough that we may be able to educate him to be something few of us can be.’

      ‘Which is what?’ asked Magnus, clearly interested.

      ‘Unlimited by our heritage. He’s still able to learn, while most of us at his age are already convinced we know everything.’

      ‘He does seem a ready student,’ Magnus conceded.

      ‘And, he has a sense of honour that would serve a LaMutian Captain of Tsurani descent.’

      Magnus raised an eyebrow. Those of Tsurani descent were as hidebound where honour was concerned as any men living. They would die to discharge a debt of honour. He looked for a moment to see if Robert was exaggerating and realized that he wasn’t. ‘Honour is useful, at times.’

      ‘He has a mission already, even if it has yet to come to the surface of his mind.’

      ‘Mission?’

      ‘He is Orosini. He must hunt down and kill the men responsible for the obliteration of his people.’

      Magnus let out a long sigh. ‘Raven and his band of cutthroats. No mean feat, that.’

      ‘The boy’s already a hunter. When he is ready, he’ll seek them out. I would rather have him do so with better weapons than his bare hands and native wit. So, there is much we must teach him, both of us.’

      ‘He has no skill for magic, I imagine, or else you would have sent him back to Father instead of bringing him up here.’

      ‘True, but you have other skills besides magic, Magnus. I am not jesting; he has a nimble mind and there are far more complex tasks to discipline thought than playing games with cards. If he is to serve us, he must be as tough in spirit and intellect as he already is in body. He may not have any skill in magic, but he will face it, and he will face minds far more adept in backstabbing, double-dealing and deception than he could possibly imagine.’

      ‘If it’s double-dealing you’re worried about, you should have brought in Nakor to tutor him.’

      ‘I might still, but not yet. Besides, your father has Nakor down in Kesh on some errand or another.’

      Magnus stood up. ‘Ah, then the prospect for war between the Kingdom of the Isles and the Empire of Great Kesh is now excellent.’

      Robert laughed. ‘Nakor doesn’t wreak havoc everywhere he visits.’

      ‘No, just most places. Well, if you think you can ready the boy to chase down Raven and kill him, good luck.’

      ‘Oh, it’s not Raven and his murderers I’m concerned with. Hunting them is only part of Talon’s training, albeit his journeyman’s piece. If he should fail, then he would lack the true test of his skills.’

      ‘I’m intrigued. What lies beyond?’

      ‘Talon will avenge his people when he kills everyone responsible for the obliteration of the Orosini. Which means he may not rest until he faces down and destroys the man behind that genocide.’

      Magnus’s eyes narrowed, the pale blue becoming icy. ‘You’re going to turn him into a weapon?’

      Robert nodded. ‘He will need to kill the most dangerous man living today.’

      Magnus sat back on the seat again and folded his arms across his chest. He looked towards the kitchen as if trying to see through walls. ‘You’re sending a mouse to beard a dragon.’

      ‘Perhaps. If so, let’s ensure the mouse has teeth.’

      Magnus shook his head slowly and said nothing.

      Talon hauled water up the hill and saw that Meggie waited for him and that she was frowning. She was the antithesis of Lela, tiny where Lela was voluptuous, fair to the point of pallor where Lela was dark, plain where Lela was exotic, dour where Lela was exuberant. In short, at not even twenty years old, she was more than halfway to being a middle-aged scold.

      ‘Took you long enough,’ she said.

      ‘I didn’t realize there was a rush on,’ said Talon, now comfortable with the idiomatic Roldemish he was being told to use almost exclusively.

      ‘There’s always a rush on,’ she snapped.

      Following her up the hill, Talon asked, ‘Why did you come down to meet me?’

      ‘Kendrick said I was to find you and tell you you’d be serving again tonight in the dining room.’ She wore a shawl of drab green which she gathered tightly around her shoulders as she walked before him. The days were growing cold and the nights colder; autumn was turning to winter and soon snow would come. ‘There’s a caravan from Orodon to Farinda staying over tonight, and it seems there’s someone important travelling with it. So, Lela and I are assigned to the common room with Lars, and you and Gibbs to the dining room.’

      ‘You could have waited until I got back to the kitchen to tell me that,’ Talon observed.

      ‘When I’m told to do something, I do it at once,’ she snapped. She picked up her pace, hurrying on ahead. Talon watched her stiff back as she walked in front of him. Something struck him oddly for a moment, then he realized what it was; he liked the way her hips moved as she climbed the hill. He felt that same strange stirring in his stomach he often felt when he was alone with Lela and wondered about that. He didn’t particularly like Meggie, but suddenly he found himself thinking of the way her nose turned up at the tip, and how on those very rare occasions she smiled at something, she got tiny lines – crinkles Lela called them – at the corners of her eyes.

      He knew that something had passed between Meggie and Lars for a while, but that for some reason they were barely speaking to one another now, while everyone spoke with Lela. He pushed away his discomfort. He knew what passed between men and women – his people were open enough about sex and he had seen many women naked at the bathing pool when he was still a child – yet the actual fact of being close to a young women caused him much distress. And these people were not Orosini – they were outlandish – though after an instant’s further thought he has to concede that now he was the outlander. He did not know their rituals, but they seemed to make free with their bodies before they were pledged. Then he realized that he didn’t even know if they did pledge. Perhaps they didn’t have marriage like the Orosini at all.

      Kendrick had no wife as far as Talon was aware. Leo was married to the heavy woman, Martha, who oversaw the baking, but they were from some distant place called Ylith. Perhaps here in Langadore men and women lived apart, only … he shook his head as they reached the outer gate to the stabling yard. He didn’t know what to think. He resolved to speak of this with Robert should the opportunity arise.

      He noticed that Meggie was standing in the porch, waiting for him. ‘Fill the barrels,’ she instructed.

      Softly he said, ‘I know what to do.’

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