This stranger does the same sequence of glancing, realization, and fear that everyone else has so far. The only difference is that his fear melts away instantly, replaces by derision. “A visitor. How lovely.”
Bowen stops roughly ten feet away. He doesn’t drop my hand, though. When he speaks, his tone is perfectly even and respectful. As if he doesn’t care that he’s obviously not welcome here. “We were called here to remove a dragon that had been plaguing your shores. I would like to talk to the person who reported it. We’ve had a bit of issue dealing with the beast, and any information you can impart would be incredibly valuable.”
The man shakes his head sharply. “You came for nothing, then. No one in town reported anything to that Council of yours.”
Bowen’s hand spasms around my wrist, and it surprises me enough that I make a small noise. He releases me instantly, but he doesn’t take his gaze from the man. “That’s impossible. I saw the report myself. I was told that several of your young people had been killed.”
“That part’s true enough.” The man looks away, some of his fury dissipating into sadness. “Several of our young people took it upon themselves to encroach on the dragon’s territory despite our warnings. We knew she was breeding, and temperamental as a result. One does not get between a mother and her young.”
I could cut the tension in the room with a knife. I don’t know if this man is the leader of the town, a priest, or something else altogether, but he obviously dislikes Bowen as much as the rest of them. I step forward, drawing his attention. “I’m Evelyn.”
For a moment, I think he’ll just demand we get out, but he finally relents. “I’m Elijah.”
“Bowen.” Bowen looks at me. There’s no victory in his eyes, just sympathy as if delivering bad news. He thinks he’s right and that it will change my mind, but he takes no pleasure in it. “The dragon killed several people, just like the report said.”
“I can confidently say that none of my people made this report you speak of. I don’t know how your Council came by this information, but it wasn’t through official means.” Elijah crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s not often that dragons come to our shores to nest, but it happens every generation or so. It’s a gift to be alive when it happens. There’s a spot on the cliffs that allows a view of the beach from a safe distance. The people on this island have been gathering there for as long as the dragons have been coming. Or did you think that our village’s population is enough to generate the crowd outside?”
Now that he mentions it, there were a lot of people for a town small enough to be termed a village. “So it’s an event.”
Bowen tenses. “People died.”
“Yes.” Elijah sighs. “Every generation, some of our people are foolish and trespass where they shouldn’t instead of sticking to the safety of the cliff view. I won’t say they earned their fate, because death is a terrible consequence for foolishness, but I hardly think the creature should be punished for human error.”
I watch Bowen closely. I won’t pretend I know him well, but even I can see the conflict passing over his face. This isn’t what he expected. Considering how he and the rest of the C?n Annwn talk, it isn’t what I expected, either.
After all, we have monster hunters in my realm, too. Most humans would rather kill the monster in question than wonder if maybe the fault is held by all. It’s true that there are monsters who specifically target humans, but this isn’t the same. This is like provoking a mother bear after she’s just had a cub. Tragic as the loss of life is, it’s not that unexpected.
“But the report …”
Elijah cuts him off with a wave of his hand. “There was no report as far as I’m concerned. Leave the dragon alone. Within a month, she’ll return to her home realm with her youngling. Our people will steer clear of the western beach until then, so there should be no further incident.”
This time, it’s me who reaches out and takes Bowen’s hand.
Elijah pauses without turning back. “I understand what the C?n Annwn claim to be doing with their hunts, but most of the time all you’re accomplishing is compounding a tragedy into something catastrophic. No one should be punished for protecting their child, regardless of whether humans consider them to be monsters or not. It’s what any of us would do in her situation. Murdering her and leaving her child motherless is not the answer.” He finally turns to look over his shoulder at us, his expression severe. “Or would you kill the child as well for the sin of being born?”
He’s not saying anything I disagree with, but it’s as if his words are stones thrown at Bowen. Every sentence makes the big man’s shoulders drop further. I slip my hand into his and manage a smile, though it feels stilted. “Thank you for your time.”
It’s more than mildly alarming to be able to lead Bowen to one of the pews and guide him to sit down. It’s on the tip of my tongue to make a joke to break the awful storm growing in his expression. I don’t. “Are you okay?”
“He’s wrong.” He doesn’t say it like he believes it, though. “He has to be wrong. We protect people. They’re grateful for the protection.”
How much to push? It’s hard to say. But there might never be a moment where I can get through to him. I don’t have to take a hammer to him; all I need is a scalpel. “How many villages or towns meet you with open arms? Or do they all greet you like this one, as if you’re the monster hiding under their beds?”
“What?”
“Typically when there’s a savior coming into town, people are excited to see them. It’s a celebrated thing.” I’ve seen it happen with the hunters back home. People fear the dark and they elevate those who are willing to take up their weapons and fight monsters beyond knowing.
That’s the problem, though. I won’t pretend there aren’t monsters lurking in plenty of shadows, but a lot of people look at something Other and decide it’s monstrous simply because they don’t see themselves reflected back.
In my world, it’s all too easy for the monster hunters to become more monstrous than the beings they hunt. Judging by the looks people gave us when we walked through the village, the same is true for Threshold.
“Some people don’t understand,” he mutters. “They think we’re there to snatch their children to join our ranks. That’s not how the laws work. We protect. We don’t kidnap and murder, no matter what Elijah says.”
It strikes me that I could fall in love with this fallen hero of a man. The way he clings to his laws as if everyone holds them as sacred makes me want to hug him. “Not every C?n Annwn is you, Bowen. You’re not naive enough to believe none of them abuse their power. That’s not even getting into the fact that apparently the Council fabricated the report that led to your order to kill this dragon. How many other reports have they fabricated that you just didn’t catch?”