Raven's Shadow 01 - Blood Song

“Is he old enough?” Barkus asked, looking Frentis up and down. “He’s just rag and bone.”

 

 

“Up yours fatso!” Frentis snarled in response, drawing back.

 

“How charming,” Nortah observed. “An urchin of our very own.”

 

“Why’s he bunking with us?” Dentos wanted to know.

 

“Because the Aspect commands it, and because I owe him a debt. And so do you brother,” he said to Nortah. “If he hadn’t helped me you’d be swinging in a wall cage.”

 

Nortah inclined his head but said no more.

 

“He’s the one you knocked out,” Frentis said. “The one that knifed that Blackhawk in the leg. Proper sharp that was. Are we allowed to knife Realm Guard then?”

 

“No!” Vaelin tugged him to his bunk, Mikehl’s old bed which had lain unused in the years since his death. “This is yours. You’ll get bedding from Master Grealin in the vaults, I’ll take you there soon.”

 

“Do I get a sword from him?”

 

The others laughed. “Oh you’ll get a sword, right enough,” Dentos said. “Finest blade ash can make.”

 

“Wanna proper sword,” Frentis insisted sullenly.

 

“You’ll have to earn it,” Vaelin told him. “Like the rest of us. Now, I want to talk to you about thieving.”

 

“I ain’t gonna thieve nothin’. I’m done with that, I swear.”

 

More laughter from the others. “Fine brother he’ll make,” Barkus said.

 

“Thieving is…” Vaelin fumbled for the right words, “accepted here, but there are rules. You never steal from any of us and you never steal from the Masters.”

 

Frentis gave him a suspicious look. “Is this one of them tests?”

 

Vaelin gritted his teeth. He was starting to understand why Master Sollis was so fond of his cane. “No. You can steal from others in the Order provided they aren’t a master and their not in your group.”

 

“What? And no-one cares?”

 

“Oh no, they’ll tan the hide off you if you get caught but that’s for getting caught, not for stealing.”

 

A very small smile appeared on Frentis’s lips. “I only ever got caught once. Won’t happen again.”

 

If Vaelin had expected Frentis to be quickly disillusioned by the rigours of Order life he was to be disappointed. The boy happily scampered to every task given him, moving like a blur around the House, watching attentively during practice sessions and pestering them to teach him their skills. Mostly they were happy to oblige, training him in sword play and unarmed combat. He needed little instruction in knife throwing and soon began to rival Dentos and Nortah at the game. Seeing an opportunity they quickly arranged a knives tournament and reaped a tidy sum in blades which were shared out equally.

 

“How come I can’t keep ‘em?” Frentis whined as they counted the winnings.

 

“’Cos you’re not a real brother yet,” Dentos told him. “When you are you’ll get to keep all you win. Till then we all get a share, payment for our kind tutoring.”

 

The most surprising thing was Frentis's complete lack of fear when dealing with Scratch. Where the other boys were wary he was playful, wrestling the animal with happy abandon, giggling when the dog threw him around with ease. Vaelin had been concerned at first but saw that Scratch was exercising his own brand of caution, Frentis was never nipped or scratched.

 

“To him the boy’s a cub,” Master Jeklin explained. “Probably thinks he’s one of yours. Sees himself as an older brother.”

 

Frentis also earned the distinction of being the only boy to never receive a beating from Master Rensial. For some reason the stable master never raised his hand to him, simply pointing him towards his allotted tasks and watching silently until they were complete, his expression even odder than usual; a curious mix of puzzlement and regret that made Vaelin resolve to keep Frentis out of the stables as much as possible.

 

“What’s wrong with Master Rensial?” Frentis asked one evening as Vaelin taught him the basics of the parry. “Is ‘e funny in the head?”

 

“I know little about him,” Vaelin replied. “He knows his horses that’s for sure. As for what goes on in his head, it’s clear that the hardships of a life in the Order can do strange things to a man’s mind.”

 

“Think it’ll happen to you one day?”

 

Vaelin didn’t answer, instead he sent an overhand swipe at Frentis’s head which the boy only just managed to block with his wooden blade. “Pay attention,” Vaelin snapped. “You won’t find the masters as forgiving as me.”