77. Bull Hunt

We spent much of that night inside Otwei. While the kids wove their baskets and Bihei worked at her loom, while Bindesei’s ghost hovered at the edge of our consciousness and our body sat in apparent meditation, we eavesdropped on the discussions between the village's leadership and the hunter team from Albei.

Inleio, in particular, pushed Ghitha to delay the hunt for the lightning bear. In exchange, he'd give his blessing for the whole Hunter's Lodge to participate, but they needed more time--time to practice the Healing Water spell and get used to working with the Albei team. He argued that tomorrow’s hunt for the musk ox bulls would be a test of their coordination.

Otwei observed the proceedings with amusement, impatience, and greedy glee. The Albei team would likely stay in Voorhei for another three or four tendays as a result of the negotiations, and that meant a steady flow of gold into their pouches. If only there was more to do in this backwater village. At least she got to see her sponsor sweat.

We couldn’t observe Ghitha ourselves--the best we were able to manage from her optic nerves were variations of light and dark--but we felt her satisfaction about the beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead. There’d been speculation among her teammates at the depth of his wealth. Another four tendays might be his limit, especially with the additional expenses from the Alchemist and Soldier Lodges.

Banan had demanded elixirs for his whole team to protect them from lightning qi, in addition to two ballistae and their crews. Those large weapons would now need to be cancelled, a penalty paid, and then rescheduled.

None of these expenses were cheap. But then the reward was supposedly something special indeed--a chamber full of eilesheile. Or at least that’s what was promised to Ghitha, and he believed in that promise. It came from his beloved brother after all; the man who could chew any rock, unless it was made of lightning bear.

Otwei snickered and had to pretend to cough. The room was tense with negotiations, and she didn’t like all those serious eyes turned on her. She wondered if she could slip out unnoticed. They didn’t need her, and maybe she could misplace a few things around the village while everyone slept. The confusion would help the morning pass until it was time for the hunt to begin.

Otwei felt Banan’s gaze. Her wondering turned into disappointment, and she sighed; settling in to wait. This village was so boring. At least there was a hunt to look forward to tomorrow.

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Seven hunter teams left Voorhei the next morning, six native to the village plus the additional team from Albei. The Albei team took the lead, scouting ahead, with the other teams following behind in a rough circle. I figured my team would be near the circle’s leading edge, but Mumu had us lag behind so that we were at its tail. That shouldn’t have been a surprise--it was the same pattern used within teams--the strongest hunters were always at the lead and tail. The pattern was just being replicated at a large scale.

If there was anyone in need of protecting, they’d be at the center. That’s where Teila and I walked within our team. There was no one within the larger circle of hunters though. Everyone present was here to fight.

There’d been a light rain early in the morning, just shy of sunrise, but the sky was clear now with only a few tufts of cloud left in the sky. It made for muddy patches in places, but no one stepped in them. These were all experienced hunters, even the apprentices, and they stuck to where the forest’s detritus was thickest to avoid leaving tracks.

About every half mile, a hunter from one of the adjacent teams swung by to check on us. Each time, Tegen signalled, “All clear.”

The day was starting to warm, steam rising from the ground where the sun filtered through the trees, when we reached the granite outcropping where the giant eagle had attacked us the day before. A hunter--I recognized him from Borba’s team--came out of the trees and loped towards us.

“Change of direction,” he signed and pointed towards a ridge southwest of us.

“We hear you,” Tegen signed, but the hunter was already on his way back.

Tegen whistled a songbird’s melody, and that pulled Mumu and Haol in from their positions at the lead and tail. He pointed toward the new direction, and that was enough to get the hunters oriented.

I had Yuki check on Otwei’s position, and yes, she was over by the ridge. Nervous anticipation ran through her, the feeling sparking in her mind but watery in her belly. It was a strange mix of sensations.

Tegen tapped me on the shoulder. “Focus,” his eyes said.

I nodded and followed him into the trees.

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We were on our bellies on top of the ridge, while down below, among a stand of pine trees, the tail of a musk ox swung. The rest of him was blocked from view, as were the rest of the small herd.

According to Otwei’s report, they were all bulls, and this one was an adolescent, somewhere between five and six hundred pounds. I didn’t see anything unusual about him--just the long, thick, brown fur you’d expect.

Musk Ox, animal

Talents: Sullen, Competitive

Nascent: ???, ???

“What do your eyes tell you?” Mumu asked. She kept her hands low, so that the motion didn’t spook our prey.

“I don’t sense any darklight in this one,” I said.

Mumu nodded, and signaled to the adjacent hunter teams, first in one direction and then the other. To our right was the team from Albei. To our left was Kesalei and her team. The rest were strung out along the ridge like pearls on a necklace. The signal came back for scouts to move out.

Mumu grinned and slid into her version of the land. She faded from my attention, and I had to really focus to keep track of her as she snuck down the hillside. I spotted Otwei moving in parallel, and the other hunters as well, seven in total.

They moved carefully down the hillside, edging toward the trees. The whole line stopped when the musk ox stepped into the open and gazed up at the ridge. Not a single hunter moved. Only the wind and the birds and the grasses.

A grunt from deeper among the trees turned the musk ox around and lured him out of view. The scouts started moving again, slipping between the tall grass and easing through bushes, until they too disappeared into the trees.

Twenty long minutes later, Mumu reappeared at the treeline and made her way back up toward the ridge. Halfway, she slipped out of the land long enough to signal a meeting for the team leaders.

They congregated nearby, close enough for me to see the map that Mumu drew in the dirt. The other leaders squatted on their haunches around her.

“Trees for fifty yards. A stream at the edge here.” Mumu pointed at the map. “This hill slopes; the ground is pebbly. A fallen oak, good for cover. As are the bushes along this path. Good browse here and here. This is where the musk oxen are gathered. There are six. At least two have strayed from the path. Maybe one more, but the scouts are in disagreement.”

Strayed from the path--that’s what the villagers called those who absorbed enough darklight to mutate. If I could get a look at them, I might be able to tell how.

“Do we know the nature of those that strayed?” Borba asked the question.

It’s Kesalei who answered. “Most common are sharp horns and iron fur. More rare is a powerful charging attack, but musk oxen can stray in strange directions.”

“Their leader is bigger than the rest and has iron fur and sharp horns,” Mumu signed. “Those I recognized. The other stray, I don’t know. He is smaller, but has purplish fur and his horns point forward like a javelina’s tusks.”

Banan spoke for the first time. “My team will take the two strays. If you all can keep the rest of the herd occupied, we can make sure these musk oxen will never trouble the village.” His gestures were confident-- clearly trying to be authoritative--but the other team leaders didn’t take it well.

They showed it in different ways. Borba’s brows rose in surprise, Mumu’s eyes narrowed, and Kesalei’s face was bland, not giving anything away for free. I would’ve hated playing poker with that one. I was a decent player, but I tended to be too expressive. She would’ve eaten me alive.

“That is a--” Mumu struggled to find the right word. “That is an interesting plan.”

Beside me, Teggen nodded in approval.

“But let me propose a different approach,” Mumu said, continuing. “We will draw the herd back to the ridgeline. When they are in view, we will shoot at them with our bows. If the leader charges, Banan’s team will respond. If the purple one attacks, that will be my team’s responsibility. Kesa and Borba’s teams can handle the one we’re uncertain about. Dura, Tobin, and Susu’s teams can handle the remaining ordinary oxen.”

Kesa grinned. “Borba’s father and I used to hunt together often. It will be like those old days.”

“The trick will be getting them all out into the open,” Borba said.

The other hunters nodded along and began to discuss the plan’s details. A frown flitted across Banan’s face, but he banished it quickly. “Our team has a way to bring the oxen out into the open. You can trust us to do it.” He turned his professional smile on and aimed it at Mumu. “I can see why Voorhei’s Lodge Master places so much trust in you. This is a good plan. We will make it work.”

Afterward, while the plan was spread to the other hunter teams, I took Mumu aside. “I’d like to get a look at the musk oxen before we start. There might be something for me to learn about them using my Spirit Eyes.”

Mumu frowned in thought. I didn’t know what factors she was balancing in her head, but she gave a quick nod at the end of her calculations. “Very well. Follow me.”

She slipped into the land and down toward the trees. I followed suit, joining with Yuki in the process. Behind us, we saw hunters starting to work along the hillside. They planted stakes into the ground. The defenses would reinforce the position at the top of the ridge.

Mumu led the way through the trees, a mixture of eastern oak, red cedar, and a tree called warm-friend by the villagers. The bark smelled like cinnamon and was supposed to be good for the heart. This particular tree had a strong spirit, shining among the rest, and we made a note of its location. Cinnamon would be delicious on our donuts.

Focus. The thought arises, and we smile.

There was a musk ox only thirty yards from the tree line, but nothing stood out about him. His Talents were Irascible and Opportunistic. 

While Mumu signaled to the other scouts to withdraw, we edged around the area, moving carefully. The trees kept us from being seen by the herd, but there was nothing wrong with the musk oxen’s hearing. We stuck to where the footing was most sure.

A small body proved helpful, and we slipped under a bush to crawl forward. A view opened onto the other oxen gathered near the stream. We found Sullen and Competitive, the first musk ox we spotted. The others were: Surly and Bulky, Grouchy and Charger, and Fierce-Tempered and Stronger Than He Looks.

Their leader stood in between them, twice the size of the others. His fur was especially thick, and his horns gleamed a pure white instead of grayish-whitish-brown.

Musk Ox Alpha, animal

Talents: Angry, Sharp-Horned, Iron-Furred, Charger

We caught sight of the purple ox browsing among the bushes. He wasn’t quite as tall as the others, and his horns faced forward, instead of to the sides like the others. The color purple extended into the horns, becoming so dark at the tips that they were nearly black.

Musk Ox Alpha, animal

Talents: Haughty, Nimble, Nothin’ Better than Blood, Burster

We took a long breath and eased out from under cover slowly. Frustration arose that our Talent Camera was not more descriptive. Applying our attention to the Talents told us nothing about the abilities underlying them. Maybe the bull had a taste for blood? Or was secretly the musk ox equivalent of a vampire?

“Well?” Mumu signed.

“Sharp, iron, charge,” we signed back. “That’s what we saw in the leader’s spirit. One is hiding his strength. The purple is complicated. Something about blood and bursting.”

“I don’t know what that could be.” Mumu’s expression was sober. She gestured for us to withdraw.

We ran into Otwei on the way back. She gave a smirking nod in passing and signed, “They’re waiting for you.” The feeling inside her was nervous anticipation. There would be some fun ahead, but first she’d need to lure the oxen out into the open.

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Two lines of stakes greeted Mumu and me at the hillside leading up to the ridge. The sharpened points were stained brown, the scent pungent and bitter. Hunters tested them to make sure they were solidly in the ground.

I settled in next to Tegen, while Mumu went to report on what we’d found. Haol sat in meditation, his arrows across his knees. Teila bit her upper lip, as she watched the treeline.

“Well?” Tegen signed.

“Two strays confirmed,” I said. “One similar to what we expected, the other unknown. There is a third that is strong, but it was hard to tell how much.”

“That’ll mean a change of plans then,” he said.

And sure enough, he was right. Mumu came back and let us know that Kesa’s team was joining us in fighting the purple musk ox.

“Banan’s team will go first to draw the charge,” she said. “Then us, and then Kesa. Borba’s team will handle the one we’re unsure about.”

After that, it was just a matter of waiting for Otwei to do her job and lure the musk ox herd into our trap. Yuki kept tabs on her, and let me know when she was approaching the treeline. She had an almost fiendish excitement for the mayhem about to happen.

All along the ridge, the hunters were ready.

“Close now,” I said.

Haol drew his bow, and like a wave, the others followed suit. Not every hunter could use magic, but there were enough that the qi swirled among them, caressing the arrows in anticipation of Spiral Pierce.

I didn’t have the strength to hold my stickbow at full draw, but I was ready too, all my arrowheads coated with chishiaxpe poison. The minty scent had become comforting and helped steady my nerves.

Otwei shot from the trees. She was Camouflaged, but the colors blurred and the grasses parted as she ran through them. The ground vibrated as a combined four thousand pounds of angry musk ox charged after her.

The hunters waited until all of the animals cleared the treeline. The air hummed with power and cracked with their release of a dozen Spiral Pierce spells. A heartbeat later, a choir of twangs followed as another dozen arrows were shot, my own included.

I pulled a second arrow from my quiver, Dog’s Agility spinning up to speed my hands and fingers. My eyes never left my target as I sent a second and third arrow downrange.

The musk oxen faltered. The enchanted arrows thunked into them, but the ordinary ones were a disappointment--the animals’ fur was thick enough to act like natural armor. Fortunately, there’d been enough poison to go around; the same stuff that’d been applied to the stakes.

The herd split. Three retreated, wobbling into the trees, their heads already drooping. The others followed the bellowing alpha. He charged at us, his hooves thumping and his fur glowing with an iron light. He carved a path up the hill. The ground split, and the earth, the rocks, and the poisoned stakes--they were all shoved aside to clear a path for him. A rain of arrows fell, but the alpha’s charge knocked them aside.

“In,” Banan yelled, and the dolbecs on his team ran to take positions just below the ridge, directly in line with the alpha’s charge.

“In,” Mumu yelled, and our team followed as she ran to where the musk oxen would breach the ridge. The hunters near our target withdrew to make room for the skirmishers.

Behind me, I heard Kesa yell. “In.” Then Borba.

The alpha’s charge hit the dolbec’s shields, and the air shook. Metal crumpled, the terrible sound of a car accident. No, a bus on the highway hitting the median. The dolbecs crouched and angled their shields to deflect the alpha up and away. His hooves left the ground, and he fell on his side. Banan and Kuros were ready and waiting. They plunged their spears into him.

I lost sight of their fight when Mumu lept in a blur to stab at the purple musk ox. The animal danced aside, not enough to dodge the blow, but the resulting injury was light. Tegen attacked, and the ground thumped when his downward blow missed.

Haol was out of qi and switched to normal arrows. He aimed at the ox’s eyes and face, distracting him, so that Tegen and Mumu could land their blows. Teila contributed arrows too, but everything was blurring around too quickly to see where she’d hidden herself.

Dog’s Agility pumped through me, the air rushed past, as I stabbed at Purple’s neck. He bucked away, his body spinning to kick back at me. I ducked and slipped aside. The ground was loose, and I lost my footing.

Careful!

The warning from Yuki came almost too late. The ox had swung around again, a bead of purple light between his horns. He shot it at me, and I had to roll like a little kid down the hillside not to get hit.

The purple bead struck the third musk ox below me. Borba’s team nearly had him down. They were just about to go for the kill, when the musk ox started to expand. His face shriveled and his legs too, but his skin grew taut the rounder and rounder he became. When the pressure became too much, he burst like a water balloon, except it was blood; a fountain covering everything for almost a dozen yards.

The blood was hot, and my nose and mouth filled with the taste of iron. I looked back in horror at the purple musk ox, but he’d been distracted away by Kesa’s crew. They were taking turns dashing in and out to keep him occupied and lure him into the trees.

My team was missing, except for Tegen. He’d run ahead and was banging on a tree trunk with his spear to add to the distraction. And there--Haol stood nearby, casting arrows at Purple. Both Mumu and Kesa’s teams were doing their best to keep the ox from facing away from the other hunters and put obstacles in between in case one of the purple beads went flying in their direction.

But where was Mumu? Ah, there she was, rising out of Camouflage to ambush the ox.  I lifted myself up and ran to join my team.

Arrows coated in Spiral Pierce shot past me. It was unnerving, but I was glad of them. The hunters who’d killed their targets began to join the fight against Purple and the alpha.

I joined the circle harassing Purple. Arrows, spears, and holy shazbot--a spark of electricity arced from a hunter, causing the musk ox to stumble, long enough for a couple of spears to jab at him and draw blood.

Purple spun and kicked. Beads of light flickered, but we dodged and trees shattered in our place. The trunks burst, sending splinters flying. The first one caught a hunter in the arm, but we all knew to avoid them after that.

Eventually, the beads stopped, and the ox’s movements slowed. We heard him panting. Well, we were struggling to breathe too, but we’d outlasted him. The honor of finishing him off was given to Mumu and Kesa. They stabbed him, one in the heart and the other in the neck at the same time.

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By the time we got back to the ridge, the alpha was down as well. A quick consultation confirmed that all the musk oxen were dead, including those that had tried to flee earlier. The poison had gotten them.

A first aid station was set up, and I worked alongside those treating the injured--a twisted ankle, broken ribs, a splinter the length of a dagger through the arm, a case of accidental poisoning, and the worst cases of all: the dolbecs who’d suffered from multiple broken bones trying to withstand the alpha’s charge. Apparently the sound of the bones breaking had sounded like a Spiral Pierce arrow, which is why I’d missed it during the fighting.

The dolbecs were stoic about the pain. Moon didn’t even groan as he was being moved for treatment. He’d thanked me afterward in Signed Diaksh though. Agath was more demonstrative. She wrapped me up in a huge hug once she could move again. And ruffled the hair on my head.

I snuck in among the hunters field dressing the animals, but the pulses of qi I sent through the carcasses didn’t reveal any obvious runes. Knowing glances were exchanged above me, the hunters humoring their Little Pot of Questions.

The silverlight was collected and held in safekeeping by Mumu for later distribution. The rest would be pot on travois for transportation back to the village. I worried about all the poison used, but the hunters explained that there was an alchemical solution to the problem. If so, there’d be plenty to eat for the next several tendays.

I made a point to ask for some of the qiviut--the musk oxen’s inner wool. The stuff was an incredible insulator, eight times warmer than wool. I wanted it for Bihei. She’d make something super cozy and useful for winter, I was sure.

Finally, I joined Tegen in examining the remains of the musk ox hit by the purple bead. What was left of his face, his skin, his muscles and organs--they were all dry and papery, like the water had been sucked from their cells and used to make the blood that caused the body to burst.

“Have you ever seen that before?” I asked.

Tegen shook his head. “Blood powers are not unusual, but this is new to our lodge. It’s what makes animals that stray in random directions so dangerous.”

“That’s why we brought the whole lodge then.”

“Yes, a hunter is always prepared.”

Fortunately, our preparations were enough . It’d been a harrowing hunt, but we didn’t lose anyone, a success by any measure.