51 Fall, 511 Hess threw up a hand in casual greeting to the Chiet who ran the archery supply room as he passed. He was on his way to the back of the cavern that housed all the things the hunters needed. The Chiet gave him a friendly hello in return, recognizing Hess from the many times he had been down to the store rooms over the past ten years plus. But the Avora did not pause to chat, or to ask for anything from the vast store room. With a nod, he passed the other and kept right on walking. His movements were not as jerky and slow as they had been a few days ago. The more he was up and walking, the less pain he was feeling in his back. His hand, well, that was another matter. He still had a hard time believing that his right little finger was gone. Gone! Just like that. The healers had not been able to save it and they had removed it, to prevent gangrene from setting in. Hess still had to look down to actually see that it was missing to make himself believe. Phantom pains made it seem as if the digit was still attached. But, he knew he was lucky. Things could have been far, far worse. He would not even have lived, he thought with conviction, if it hadn’t been for the girl. The Dek who had saved him, carried him most of the way back to the gates, and then – vanished. It was so frustrating. Hess was, for the first time, really made aware of just how invisible the lowest caste of Wind Reach was. He had asked multiple times after the girl – he didn’t have a name to give. And he had been so loopy with pain and blood loss and shock that he couldn’t even recall what she looked like. No-one seemed to know who she was! He had asked the healers first, then the men who had brought him in to the infirmary, once he was recovered enough to get up out of bed. But her role in his rescue went completely unnoted, negated by her place in their world, which was about as important as dirt. They told him not to stress out over it. They asked him why was it so important to know who she was? She was only a Dek – a nobody, a nothing. He had survived and that was all that mattered. But once Hess could get up and stretch his legs and painfully hobble about, he began to ask – everyone he met. Did anyone know who the Dek girl was – the one who had saved the Avora hunter who had been attacked by a bear? She had carried him from the forest to the gates, almost. She had fetched the other hunters to come bring him the last bit of the way. She had even at some point returned his lost bow – and that was the most aggravating of all. She had been right there, in the infirmary, but no-one seemed able to recall anything about her, except that she had red hair. Go figure! Each day Hess grew stronger, his back wounds healing well. His hand was a mangled mess but the healer had done the best they could and said it would heal well enough for him to keep hunting. That had been a huge relief. And as he got more mobile, Hess widened the range of his search, It was almost unbelievable! Hadn’t the girl told anyone? Didn’t she have friends that she could boast a bit too? A partner? A master? She had to have told someone! But no, apparently not. Hess had been up and back on his feet for the better part of a week now, and not a single lead had he been able to uncover. He had searched Wind Reach from top to bottom. But as he didn’t know what she looked like, it seemed ridiculously futile. He just couldn’t stop, though. He wanted . . . he wanted . . . just to thank her, he supposed. She had saved his life. He wouldn’t be here, breathing, walking, swearing under his breath, if it wasn’t for her. But where in the world was she? And who was she? Finally, on this day, someone had told him something that he didn’t know. They had told him about the niche in the store room, where the Dek often went to practice. He’d never heard of the place, but he was determined to go seek it out, and ask around, for the girl. He knew she was a good shot. She must have gotten some practice in somewhere. Of course, there was the Broken Arrow, but he had had no luck there. So maybe . . . Finding his way to the back of the cavern, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting, he looked about. He was in luck. There were three Dek standing about with bows in hand. Two were males, the other female, and she was off by herself a bit. But Hess, with the slight arrogance and confidence of his caste, walked right up to them and spoke loud enough for all three to hear. “I’m looking for a Dek girl. I don’t know her name. I don’t know what she looks like. I don’t know her age. But three weeks ago, she saved my life. I was attacked by a bear and she happened to be out hunting, and she saved me – carried me back to the gates. Well, almost to the gates. I need to find her. Does anyone know who I’m talking about?” He looked at each one in turn. First one of the men shook his head no, and then the other. In frustration, Hess looked at the female. “Well,” he asked curtly. “Do you know who she might be?” |