Roni knelt beside him hurriedly and pressed his ear close to the homins lips. He was still breathing. Apolla gently laid the palm of her hand on the stable boys forehead. A small blue glimmer erupted from her fingers, healing the wound. The homins eye lids quivered slightly. He blinked. Roni helped him up. The stable boy shook his head, dazed, and looked in turn at the people who found him before stammering :
-They...They attacked me !
-Who did ?
-I dunno...There were a lot of them...10 at least ! One of them was a zoraï...they...
-Can you remember what he or any of them looked like ?
The stable boy shook his head.
-No, Im sorry. Everything happened so fast, you see ! I...I...
-What happened ?
-The street was empty. They came and took the girl before knocking me on the head.
-A girl ? Exclaimed Roni.
-Yes ! A girl ! Pretty matis with a bag slung on her shoulder. She was waiting for some friends and...
Roni dashed to his mektoub, jumped in the saddle and urged it at a galop.
-Roni, WAIT !
But Roni had already gone.
-Damn fool ! She could be anywhere ! How by Coriolis does he expect to find her ? Growled Detheon.
-Id catch up with your friend if I were you. Said the stable boy as he scrambled to his feet. It is not wise to venture in the woods right now.
-Whys that ?
-I sense a storm coming. Said Zhao.
-Right you are, mister zoraï. And at this time of year, the fog comes down very quickly. Within minutes he wont be able to see within 5 paces in front of him.
Meanwhile, Roni was urging his mount forward, unaware of the dangerous mists forming between the tall trees, oblivious to the violent wisps of wind as they shook up fallen leaves scattered on the road. He could see the tracks. Bent blades of grass here and there, betraying the passage of a caravan of homins. They were fresh. Tinaera was nearby. The matis felt his determination increase, as he kicked his mount forward. He raced between the trees, jumping over their jutting roots, never slowing down. The fog spread thick. But Roni didnt see it. All he could see was Tinaera, gagged, tied up and kicking her legs furiously on the back of a mount, and the vision made the brave matis furious beyond measure. Rage flowed in his veins, adding to his determination. The mektoub began to slow down, unsure of itself. It had heard the howl of a predator it knew only too well. Gingos. But its master kicked it again, urging it to move on. Thunder shook the earth. The sky blackened. Streaks of lightning slashed from the dark clowds. The mektoub snorted at its master in an attempt to express its fear. But Roni ignored it. The tracks had now completely disappeared under a curtain of white mist. Rain began to pour, soaking the matis within seconds.
-TINAERA ! He yelled. WHERE ARE YOU ?
There was no reply. Only the howl of the wind, the creak of old tree trunks, and the rustling of leaves on branches, swaying dangerously in the violent wind.
-TINAERA !
The thunder covered the sound of his voice. Roni realised now that he was completely lost. He could barely see the trunk of his mount. Spine chilling howls added to his now growing panic. Turning his mount around, he made it gallop faster than ever, hoping he would reach Yrkanis soon. Had he gone past the arena ? He didnt know. But he couldnt have been very far. Roni bent down. The road had disappeared ! Looking left and right, the matis did not recognise any landmark that could give him an idea of his location. Panic seized Roni, gripped him like a varinx would its prey. He kicked madly at his mektoub who now was struggling to keep a galloping pace.
-I must keep moving. Muttered the homin to himself. I must...keep moving !
Suddenly, he hit a low sturdy branch, knocking him off his mount. Roni picked himself up and felt his head throbbing with pain. He looked around, drawing his sword. All around him he could see nothing but a white curtain surrounding him, envelopping him with cold fingers. A branch snapped suddenly. Roni jumped. Outlined in the mist he could discern the vague silhouette of a beast on four legs. It was in a crouching position. About to pounce. Roni held his sword in a protective position. His legs were trembling, shivering with fright and numb with cold. He stumbled backwards. His heel made contact with a jutting root. Roni fell backwards, unable to stop himself, hit the back of his head against a solid rock, and blacked out.
Chapter 4
He could hear a crackling fire. The storm had passed. Or was he dead ? Roni opened an eyelid. His vision was slightly blurry. His head was spinning. He twitched a finger and felt soft cloth. Turning his head slightly he could feel a pillow. Roni was in bed. He opened both eyes and blinked as his vision slowly came back to him.
-You have awoken. Said a voice.
Roni turned to look at its owner. There, to his great surprise, sitting by his bedside, smiling, was the person who had defeated MacNary in the tournament. The matis with light green hair. He was wearing a red fyros light vest and black matis caster robes. He extended his hand and gave Roni a bowl of mashed up fruit and forest plants.
-Who...Who are...
-Eat it ! Interrupted the matis, handing him a wooden spoon. Youll feel better afterwards. Then you must rest.
-No ! Wait, I...I cant ! I
-Yes you can.
-Tinaera !
-Is that the name of your mount ? Its safe. I took it to the stables.
-No...I...
The matis left the room, closing the door behind him. At first, Roni considered slipping out of bed, leave a note of thanks to his host and then continue his search for Tina, but he soon found out his legs were too weak to support him. Healf-heartedly, he started eating his food and, dropping the empty bowl on the floor, fell back into a deep slumber.
When he woke up, the matis was sitting at a table, busy writing on a piece of parchment. Roni sat up and examined his host carefully. The latter ignored him, busily scratching the surface of the parchment with a feather quill. Roni coughed. The matis looked up.
-Hello there. Are you feeling all right ?
-Yes thank you.
-Good. Please, sit down. Ill go and get 2 goblets and a bottle of dandelion wine and we can talk about what happened.
Roni gladly accepted the invitation. He stretched his stiffened back and rubbed his head. He felt a bandage covering a healing wound.
-You knocked yourself out pretty badly. Said the matis, pouring wine in both wooden goblets.
-Yes I know.
Roni sat down, and took a big gulp of wine. His throat was dry and soar.
-So...whats your name ?
-Roni Videra. Yours ?
-You can call me Lydos.
-Thats a fyros name ! Said Roni, puzzled.
-Yeah, well my father was fyros you see.
-Would explain your skill in weapon fighting. That was incredible stuff you did in the tournament !
Lydos gave a small smile, his eyes gazing in the depths of his drink. For a long moment neither spoke. Then, Lydos looked up.
-Are you going to tell me ?
-Tell you what ?
-What, by the mighty roots of Atys you were doing out there in the woods in the middle of that storm.