93. Vessia's Dance

The Unfinished Song: Initiate

(Start at the Beginning of the Novel)

"Ivy Goddess" by Meredith Dillman

Vessia


This time Vio chuckled. He elbowed his brother. “So much for your charm with women, Vumo.”

“I can win her over, just give me time,” said Vumo. After some thought, he added, “And beer.”

The three men laughed. Vio’s eyes never left her though. He looked as though he wanted to devour her.

“You are a Tavaedi?” he asked. “I dance.”

“Imorvae, I suppose. Many-banded.”

“I dance what I dance.”

“Dance, then.” Vio folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. Challenging her. “Let us see what’s so irresistible.”

Hertio clapped his hands and women who ducked their heads hurried to clear away the uneaten feast. No one spoke of moving to a dancing platform, nor did it occur to Vessia to ask. She began to dance. And all around her, the stones burst into light, and into song.




Dindi

Caught up in the Vision, Dindi still retained enough of herself to recognize the unearthly music that haunted the Corn Maiden’s dance. The tune tormented her, it was so familiar. Where, where, where have I heard it before? She strained to hear, but there were no words.

Then she remembered.

The Corn Maiden was dancing the tama of the Unfinished Song.

It was the simplest of dances. Bare feet on the grass, skipping in a circle, arms raised in joy. So stark, so beautiful. No wonder Mad Maba had thought she could do this tama, if she could do no other. Anyone, anyone at all, could dance this tama.

I can dance it! I can learn it from watching her. If I only I can remember it. If only I can hold on and never let it go. But the Vision went on, and she had no way to awaken from the

past.




Vessia

Vessia danced now as she always had, and as always, it seemed a mere wink of time. Yet hours passed. The moon-cast shadows of the stones crossed over her while she whirled. Then the sun-cast shadows from sunrise crossed her the other way. When the shadows of the moon and sun, filtered by the position of the stones, both touched her, she stilled. Time blinked, awakened.

Vio stretched and rubbed his eyes. He shook himself. “By the Seven Faeries! It’s dawn! We were watching you all night.”

She looked at him. “You aren’t even sweating,” he marveled. “What are you?” “I must have her,” said Vumo. “At any price. I must have her!” “You must have her?” Vio asked coldly. “You forget yourself, little brother. We serve the Bone Whistler. But I agree with the basic idea.” He bowed to Hertio, who was also rubbing his eyes. “We will take your bargain, War Chief of Yellow Bear. We will take the Corn Maiden.”

“Then you must take me as well,” said Danumoro, rising to his feet.

“Don’t be a fool, Danu,” said Hertio. “It was out of friendship for you that I did this.”

“Then you never understood what it meant to be a friend,” said Danumoro.                 

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90. Surrender

The Unfinished Song: Initiate

(Start at the Beginning of the Novel)

"I refuse to surrender" by marlene-d

Dindi


…until another handful of Initiates fell under its glow. A few of them were still conscious and they blinked in surprise.

If she pushed too far, too hard, would she ruin what she’d already achieved? She feared to ask for too much. On the other hand, what if the alternative meant that the Initiates left out of the trance per- ished because time passed for them, breath by breath, until they ran out of air?

Further! Share with us all!

The Vision exploded.


















Vessia

Vessia trailed the delegation from the Tor of the Sun. The agree- ment was that both sides would send a delegation to the Tor of the Stone Hedge, the megalith circle upon an artificial hill. They never noticed her, not even the War Chief Hertio, or her friend Danumoro, or any of the Tavaedies or warriors, because she kept to the shadows and backs of things. Stones thicker and taller than grown men stood like sentinels in three circles, one with in another, on the hill. The huge basalt rocks provided perfect cover.

Inside the innermost circle of stones, two half moon arcs of hide rugs had been set out. Each side stood facing one another, with the food piled in baskets on mats in between. Only Tavaedies and Zavaedies were present, and all wore full regalia. It had been the argument between Danu and the War Chief Hertio of the Yellow Bear tribehold, over what Hertio should wear, which had first alerted Vessia to this secret meeting. Danu had pressed him not to openly flaunt Yellow Bear’s wealth, but Hertio had scoffed, “I won’t go dressed like a beggar.”

Hertio’s costume jangled with so many disks of beaten gold that his shuffle to the center of the circle sounded like a flock of wood- peckers. The enemy wore a musk-scented robe of winter fox tails and his mask featured a wooden foot stepping on a bleached human skull. With their masks, the two leaders looked like eight-foot giants confronting each other. Vessia wondered if they would fight.

The man in gold bent to his knees in front of the man in white. A tangible groan swelled from the Yellow Bear onlookers, not so much heard as felt, like a subtle earth quake, a shared tremor of shame. Lower still bent the man in gold, until his mask sank into the grass. The man in white lifted a foxfur boot and stepped on Hertio’s neck.

The man in white removed his foot-on-skull mask. “I spare your life and your tribehold in the name of my master, the Bone Whistler.”

A jolt of recognition hit her when she saw the enemy leader. It was the handsome prisoner—Vio the Skull Stomper.

Hertio left his mask face first in the grass when he stood. Unlike Vio, who only looked haughtier with his face showing, Hertio had shrunk. The bulky gold costume now looked ridiculous with his tiny head sticking out from the wide shoulder spikes. He…

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89. Tomb

The Unfinished Song: Initiate

(Start at the Beginning of the Novel)

Kavio


“…and the very children we fought to protect will die because of it.”

“But we won.”

“Even so.” She met his eyes with such hollow despair that he recoiled. “The kiva beneath this tor is no ordinary chamber. It was crafted by the fae, and can only be opened by magic. But we cannot dance it open until the entire hill has been cleansed of blood. By then, the children will have died from lack of air.”

Kavio, remembering his own Initiation well enough, understood. Initiation made children taste their mortality. Now, however, mock tomb would turn true tomb.

Brena collapsed to her knees, hopeless past weeping.

"Premonition" by concon56

Chapter 7 

Test

Dindi


Each breath hurt. Voices from the darkness had been complaining about feelings of suffocation since the stone had been rolled over the exit, but now it was no figment of a nervous imagi- nation. The air smelled rank. Dindi had thought thirst would kill them before hunger, but it seemed asphyxiation would beat out both. No one could deny it now: they had been abandoned to die. Quiet weeping echoed from somewhere. No one hushed or chided the weeper.

What had happened to the Tavaedies? Did they lie dead in heaps from war or plague, or had they chosen to sacrifice the children to the Deathsworn for some dark purpose? All the theories had been advanced, hashed and rehashed, debated, refuted and revised. They still knew nothing, except that they were going to die.

“Dindi, I don’t feel well,” Gwenika said. She sounded awful.

“You have to hold on.”

 “I don’t think I can.” Even more breathily, “I’m not sure I want to. I’m so tired of fighting. I just want to let go.”

She sounded peaceful, which drove Dindi to panic. She shook Gwenika. “No! You can’t rest! If you sleep, you’ll never wake up!”

“If only we could hibernate like bears...” she trailed off.

“Gwenika? Gwenika!” No answer. Gwenika felt like a limp weight in Dindi’s arms. Her body was still warm.

Dindi felt too tired to cry. The same lassitude that had stolen Gwenika away crept over her like a thief.

Hibernation reminded Dindi of something. A trance. She closed her hand around the corncob doll tied to the ribbon about her neck. Every time I go into the Visions of the corn cobdoll, time seems to slip by in a funny way. But wait—that will only help me. What about Gwenika? Is there anyway I can extend the trance of the corncob doll to her?

Dindi wasn’t sure, but she knew they would all die if she did nothing. Share, she wished to the doll. Share with us all.

The Vision world appeared, as though superimposed upon the real world. Dindi could see both, yet it felt as though she didn’t fully sit inside either. The Vision world extended as far as Gwenika.

Further. She tried to push it with her mind. Whether because of her silent command or some other cause, the Vision world billowed…

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88. Kavio Vs. Rthan

The Unfinished Song: Initiate
(Start at the Beginning of the Novel)

"Single beam" by Paulo Cammeli

Kavio

…cut free a handsome, naked woman bound to a stone, when he chanced to recognize her. He missed a step. Though they’d not been formally introduced, he knew she was the Zavaedi who had told Dindi he was an exile and not to be trusted. Zavaedi Brena, he had heard her called.

Apparently her opinion of him had not improved. Her eyes widened when she saw him, then narrowed in outrage.

“Traitor!” she cried. “Exile! Were you working to lead our enemies here all along?”

The absurd accusation helped clear his head. He lifted his ax, ignored her wince – did she really think he intended her harm? – and cut the cords binding her wrists.

Brena fell into the churned up grass. She looked more confused than grateful. Yet she must have re-evaluated which side he was on, for just as Kavio bent to help her up, she pointed behind him. “Watch out!”

He rolled out of the way just in time to avoid the blow from a huge warrior.

Rthan.

Not bothering to bandy words, Kavio aimed a kick for the man’s jugular. Belying his bulk, Rthan moved swiftly, without wasted movement. He grappled Kavio by the ankle, twisting his face into the mud. Kavio performed a bouncing push-up and donkey kick that sent Rthan reeling, but he recovered with a back roll, and came back up punching the air where Kavio would have been if he hadn’t spun away. Then the fight picked up pace.

Hot, hard, and fast, blow after blow, spin and kick they exchanged, neither able to smack the other down for long before he rebounded for more action. By now they were the last two still fighting. The rest of the Blue Waters warriors were either face down in the mud, prisoners, or face up in their blood, corpses. A circle of Yellow Bear warriors surrounded the two combatants. Rthan noticed his predicament, but instead of surrendering to the inevitable, he hunkered down into the fight, faster and harder and meaner than ever. Kavio gestured to the rest to leave him his kill, which they respected.

The tiniest bit of ill luck decided the outcome for Rthan when his ankle caught on a disconnected arm. On a roll, Kavio picked up a fallen spear and dove toward that massive chest in the final, mortal blow. Seeing his doom, Rthan spread his arms and roared a welcome to Lady Death.

From behind, a wooden mask clubbed the Blue Waters warrior on the head, dropping him like an axed tree. The spear whizzed harmlessly overhead. Rthan was already unconscious in the mud.

Zavaedi Brena held the mask. Kavio glanced at her curiously. “I think you saved his life.”

“Did I?” she asked coolly.

“Though I suspect he would have preferred death in combat to the slavery and torture that surely await him.”

“Enough blood has been spilled,” she said in disgust. She threw down the mask. Grime streaked her cheeks like tears. “This sacred place has been defiled…

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84. Torture and Interrogation

The Unfinished Song: Initiate

(Start at the Beginning of the Novel)

"Dancer in Black" by Broly1337

Brena


He twisted her arm behind her back, snagged her other arm without problem, and trussed her up deftly. Then he grinned at her, like a boy at mischief.

He was no boy, however, but a warrior, probably a Zavaedi, in his prime. Scars inscribed a history of many battles across his otherwise impeccably fit physique. Like all Blue Waters warriors, his hair had been shaved close to his head everywhere except for a pony tail of braids down one side, next to his ear. The number of braids recorded the number of kills he’d made, and this man wore too many tiny, beaded braids for her to count. A tattoo of a salmon and three moons on his left cheek denoted his marital clan affiliation, which meant he had a wife and family back home.

More captives arrived, bound and surrounded by enemies. Count- ing, Brena realized that no one had escaped. Nor had she heard any ram’s horn sound from the watchtowers in the valley. Yet, for some reason, the Blue Waters warriors were keeping them alive.

It soon became clear why.

The leader of the war party, an ugly man with a seagull clan tattoo on his cheek paced before the captives.

“Tell us how to enter the kiva under this place,” Gull Face commanded.

Dread scraped over her nerves like physical pain. None of the Zavaedies or Tavaedies spoke, but Gull Face had expected their resistance. He gestured to Salmon Face, Brena’s own captor.

“You’ve earned first choice, Rthan. What about this one?” He grabbed one of the young female Tavaedies by the hair, jerking her head back.

Salmon Face—Rthan—walked right by the young woman, to loom over Brena. He pulled her to her feet. “This one.”

“Suit yourself,” shrugged Gull Face. He continued to distribute the captives while Rthan dragged Brena across the clearing to one of the stones in the circle. Her hands were tied in front of her body to a long rope. Rthan tossed the rope over the top of the megalith and staked it into the ground on the other side with his spear. The tension in the rope pulled her to her tip-toes, arms stretched above her head.

He displayed a shell knife. “Don’t make me do this.”

“You should be ashamed of yourself, murdering innocent children!”

“Once they come out of that kiva, they won’t be children any longer. Besides, better to kill the cubs before they grow into full-fledged bears. Why not? Your people murder our children, down to the helpless babes. We only wish to wipe out those who are about to become dangerous.”

Rthan put the knife to her throat and stroked down. Brena squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating pain; instead, a cool breeze touched her breasts. He cut away her outer Tavaedi costume piece by piece. The tatters puddled at her feet. Beneath the outer mantle, she only wore a breechcloth and bands to support her breasts.

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