Chapter 736: A Cold Trail

Chapter 736: A Cold Trail

Has he found them? a question was asked.

Did he find them? Someone asked the same question.

Has he found them yet? the question was repeated.

For hours, those words swarmed through the campsite on the Lake of Ever Ice, spoken from dozens of lips. Men and women huddled in their tents, sheltering from the icy wind, looking to each other and god for guidance.

Other folk milled about, listlessly maintaining their camp with barely suppressed agitation.

In the centre of the camp, First Apostle Gabrian ministered to a congregation of the hidden church. Folk prostrated themselves on the ice before the holy man as he told stories of their God helping during trying times, but two figures were conspicuously absent.

Third Apostle Izas, and the Stalker were not in camp.

Both man and fae were a short distance away, one pacing, one standing patiently nearby. The small, bearded hunter was pacing back-and-forthhands clasped behind his backmuttering words the Apostle could not hear. His companion watched him silently, with growing worry and impatience.

What in the name of Lord Aenflynn? the Stalker muttered, his eyes narrowed. Can't be rightcan't be right

His expression was drawn and tight, as though hed swallowed some rotten morsel. It was a strange sight for Izas. In all the time hed known the fae, the Stalker had been irritatingly jolly; no matter the circumstanceeven in their growing frustration at the Fools elusivenessthe Stalker remained as unaffected as a mountain in a light snowfall.

When an ambush failed, hed simply chuckle, snap his fingers and say: Our foxy quarry gave us the slip again! But we'll get him next time! Hah, how exciting!

When the hunt had stretched onand some of the hidden churchs members began to long for their homelandthe Stalker had smiled and said: Well, if it were easy, then the hunt wouldn't be worth it, would it? Just see it as a trial from your god!

When the mood among the hunting party began to grow grim, the little fae had produced a set of pipes from his seemingly bottomless sack, then capered about, sharing wine and telling old stories.

No matter the circumstance, no matter the setback, the Stalker would always be of good cheer while wearing a broad smile.

Today was different.

There was no smile on the faes face, no light turn of a phrase, no wine, music or lively jig.

He paced across the ice like a caged beast, his expression that of a cornered wolf.

Can't be right, can't be right, can't be right, he whispered, licking his lips and tugging his snow white beard. Doesnt make sense.

Izas cleared his throat. Is there any way that I might aid you?

The Stalker did not reply, still pacing.

Stalker, Izas repeated. You have been in your own mind for hours now. The others begin to worry, what has happened?

What has happened is that I can't find our quarry, the faes irritation was plain.

You have said as much for hours, Izas pointed out. You asked for time to concentrate, but you seem far more troubled.

I'm troubled because there's trouble.The Stalker chewed his lip. In all my many years, I've hunted things that walk, swim, and fly. I've caught dragons in spider webs spun of moonlight. Ive lashed sea serpents in typhoons. Skewered mortal champions on their own weapons. I rooted out an ice fairy hiding in a single snowflake in the middle of a blizzard. I tracked a single mosquito from nymph-hood through a swamp, and I was there to pull its wings off just before it reached the end of its lifespan two months later. If something lives, I can find it. If I can find it, I can kill it. Its as simple as that.

He finally looked directly at Izas, his nostrils flaring. Nothing can hide from me, my mortal friend. Not if I've got its name.

Yet the Fool eludes you? Izas asked.

He does and he doesnt. I still have his name, but its like it won't stay in one place, he said. He's been moving about all this time, true, but this is different. Before, he kept popping about, going from place to place. Sure, it made him hard to catch, but it was just a matter of tracking and hedging him in when he stopped. Now things are different. He's not just moving about and stopping, hes moving in the way that air movesthe same way light just flows. It's like hes in a bunch of places at once, and yet in none at the same time! It makes no sense!

None of your business, bastard! one of the thieves sneered. He glanced at his partner with a steely jaw. Do you all think this is the first time someones tried a shake down on me? I've been in a Sorkovon prison, Ive had my nails pulled out, and hot iron pressed against my skin. You don't scare me.

Gabrian opened his mouth.

The Stalker waved him off. I'm in a bad mood, let me do this.

As you wish, the First Apostle said.

What, good guard, bad guard? Is this really what you're going to try? the female thief laughed.

That stopped working on me by the time my nards dropped, laughed her male counterpart, his bravado growing.

The Stalker looked at him evenly. You've got a stout heart, don't you?

Another sneer from the thief. What are you complimenting me for? Are you trying to get all swee

Without another word, the fae plunged his hands into the man's chest. Flesh rippled like water as the thief began to choke. His partner's eyes widened; words died on her lips as the Stalker felt around inside the mans rib cage, as though he was searching for something hed lost.

He smiled the moment he found what he was looking for, withdrawing his hands, cupping the mans beating heart in them.

I don't like being thwarted, the Stalker said. So I'm not going to play with you two. Not nicely.

He squeezed the throbbing organ, watching it shudder like a frightened bird. The male thief choked, his face washing stark white.

What are you doing? his partner screamed.

I'm holding his heart in my hand. Look how stout it is, all full of nasty defiance. But that's the thing about mortal hearts, one squeeze His grip tightened. The man whimpered like a suffering dog, ...and it'll pop as easily as a water bubble. If I drop it, my power stops its connection with his chest. If I pitch it against a wallwell, you know what happens. Point is, he dies, heartless and choking. Now you mortals have a habit of getting self sacrifice-y and whatnot. If I ask him questionseven if he could speakhe still might not answer, just to spite me.

He fixed his eye on the other thief. So, this is what I'm going to do. Ill give you one chance to save your partner. He can't talk, so you'll have to be his lips. And before you say anythingbecause you morals can be selfish tooif you keep your mouth shut, I'm going to do the same to you. But I won't start with your heart. I'll start with your kidneys. One then the next. Did you know you can live like that, at least for a bit? Not well though, it's not a good way to die. So, Ill have mercy on you, and take one of your lungs next. If you arent talking, then you don't need two. I can take your organs out of you one by one before I finally decide to take your heart. Now, Ive given you two incentives. Save your partner's life, and save yourself a lot of pain.

The fae leaned forward, baring his fanged teeth. So you're going to tell me why you're watching this place, why you're waiting for the Fool, and who put you up to this. Sound fair?

The thief who'd been smirking and laughing moments beforecould hardly breathe through her fear. Her wide eyes were fixed on the still beating-heart in the faes hand.

What sort of sorceryoh by the gods, I'll tell you whatever you need to know! she cried. We're watching for the Fool to see if he finds an old sanctum! Our leader thinks there might be treasures waiting inside! We're supposed to wait until he finds the entrance, and then get rid of him!

And who is this leader? the Stalker asked.

I don't know his real name, but we call him Warder! I promise you, everything I said is true! Don't hurt us! she begged. You'll never find him by yourself, you need us alive!

The Stalker gave her a look that was half smile and half feral snarl. My mortal friend You just told me his name He closed his eyes for a moment. I've already found him.

W-What? she stammered.

The Stalker looked at the First and Third Apostle. You don't care what I do with these two, do you? Ive got a mighty frustration to work out.

We have no stake in foreign thieves, Gabrian said.

Wait, you said you wouldn't hurt us if we talked! the thief screamed.

He looked at her closely. You're not very bright are you? I said what Id do to you if you didn't talk. I never told you what Id do if you did.

Before the thieves horrified eyes, he held up the throbbing heart as its beat quickened.

His grip tightened.