Farseed: The Seed Trilogy, Book 2 (Seed Trilogy, 2) - Softcover

Chapter One Nuy crouched close to the ground, clutching her spear as she gazed over the cliff's edge at the flickering light below. Fire burned just above the riverbank, and three figures sat around it. The flames revealed that these people were nothing like her own. Instead of loincloths made of rope and worn hides, they wore leg and foot coverings, and upper garments with long sleeves. Two of them seemed to be men, both with hair as black as Nuy's, one with a thin mustache like her father's and the other with a short dark beard. The third stranger had short brown hair, no facial hair at all, was smaller than the others, and wore a necklace of small colored stones. They were unaware of her. She had sensed that they were down there even before she could see or hear them, just before she had picked up the scent of their fire. She watched, and still they did not look up. They were as blind to her as the older ones among whom she lived would have been, apparently unable to sense that someone else was watching them. These strangers had to have come from that place far to the north, the place that her father had so often warned her against, the place from which death had been carried to his people so many years ago. At least that was what her father believed, that the sickness that had come upon them when Nuy was still a child, that had spared her and the three like her but had made others sicken and die, had come from that faraway settlement, the only other place on Home where people like them could be found. Two of their people had gone to the settlement in the north to trade for what they needed, and had come back barely alive and burning with fever, and even though those two people had lived, others had died. These strangers might also be carrying death. Nuy would have to allow for that even though she had grown to doubt much of what her father had told her over the years. He had once claimed that they would be safe in their caves near the sea, and then the storm had come. He had blamed the deaths that came later to their people on those who lived in the north, and yet it seemed to her now that the older ones might have been ailing all along and that several of them had grown weak enough that any illness might have taken their lives. There had once been seven young ones, but the oldest three had died of the fever and now there were only four, including Nuy. Once there had been more of the older ones, too. Now there were only her father and seven of those who had come south with him in the years before Nuy's birth. She could not recall her own mother, who had died when Nuy was still a small child. The strangers had brought two horses with them, one black and one gray. One of the dark-haired people stood up, went to the gray horse, and removed something from one of the bags on the horse's back, then handed it to the small brown-haired one. Nuy could now see that the brown-haired person was a female, with the shape of breasts under her upper garment. The female lifted the small pale object she was holding to her lips and bit into it. Food. Nuy's mouth watered. Perhaps she could slip down there later, while the strangers were sleeping, and steal some of their food. Maybe she would even dare to approach them openly and ask for something to eat. No, she told herself; that might be dangerous. She did not know why they had come here, and even if she did have increasingly more doubts about the stories her father told, there was still a chance that these strangers might be carrying death. What she should do, she realized, was head back to her father and warn him that strangers had come into their territory. Nuy considered that for a moment, wondering what her father would do. The best way for him and his people to protect themselves might be to stay where they were and hide from the strangers, who did not know this land and would most likely be unable to find them, being as seemingly unperceptive as they were. But maybe these northerners had come here only to trade. People from her father's band had once traveled north to trade, so it was possible the strangers had come here for the same reason. Then she thought of her ragged loincloth, her spear, the horses her father had once had but which had run off, died, or been eaten, the meal that she had made of a rodent a while back and the effort made in catching such little meat, the deer that her father and Owen had carried into their camp thirty days ago and how long they had made that meat last, and the caves in which her people now made their home. What could these strangers want from them? Her people had almost nothing to offer in trade. Nuy wondered if they had ever owned anything of value. Maybe the people in the north had so much that they could give it away without having to trade anything for it, the way Daniella and Eyela had once made necklaces of shells for Nuy and everyone else, without asking for anything in return. Nuy's curiosity warred with her fear. If she could get closer to the strangers, maybe she could find out more about them. She rose to her feet, but remained in a crouch as she moved away from the edge of the cliff. There was a way down among the rocks to a ledge below, places where the rock jutted out far enough for her to find footing. Nuy crept along a ridge, balancing on her bare feet as her toes gripped the rock, until she reached the ledge. She lowered herself and stretched out on her stomach, careful not to dislodge any stones. Â". . . didn't think it would take us this long,Â" a voice was saying. One of the men was speaking, and she easily grasped his words. Â"By the time we get back, the ice and cold rains will have come. If we had a lot more to live on, it might almost be better to stay here for the next few months and then start back when the weather's warmer.Â" Nuy was confused. The weather was always warm, except when it was so hot that they had to hide from the daylight in their caves. Â"But then everyone would only worry about us even more,Â" the woman said. Â"They're probably already wondering when we'll get back. Besides, I'm getting homesick.Â" Â"So am I,Â" the bearded man said. His voice was lower and deeper than that of the first who had spoken, and his short dark hair, unlike Nuy's and the other man's, curled against his head. Â"It shouldn't take us as long to get back, even if we have the weather against us. All we really have to do is follow the river.Â" Â"And if the others have settled where they originally planned to settle, we can't be more than a day or two away from them.Â" The man with the lighter voice was speaking again. Â"We haven't seen them for years,Â" the man with the beard and the curling hair replied, Â"and after coming this far with no sign of them, I wonder if they can even still be alive. The last time we saw them, they looked like they really needed what we had to offer in trade, and we got so little in return that we might as well have just given our goods away.Â" Â"We have to find out what happened to them,Â" the woman said. Â"That was one of our reasons for coming this far.Â" Â"But if they're not where we expected to find them, we may never find out what happened,Â" the man with the mustache and straight dark hair said. The man with the curly hair shrugged. Â"I know it's the right thing to do,Â" he muttered, Â"looking for them and offering to help them if they need any help, which they probably do. Forgive me if I say that I wouldn't particularly mind if we never found them.Â" The woman said, Â"Well, you've made that clear enough.Â" Nuy wondered exactly where these people expected to find hers. Her father had moved them farther inland after the great storm, to caves well to the north and east of the ones where they had been living when she was a child. If these strangers thought that they were still living in their first settlement near the sea, they would never find them. She could lead them to her people. Nuy turned that notion over in her mind. Clearly they had things with them that her people could use, garments and food and strange tools, such as the flat object one of the men had propped up against his upraised knees that reminded her of something her father had once owned, and if her people had little to offer in return, they could still show the strangers where to find plants and fruits that could be eaten, other plants that could be made into tools, and where beached and edible fish could be found along the seashore. But her father might believe that these people were also carrying death with them. It might be better if they never found her people. The man with the curling hair got up then, and busied himself by hammering stakes into the ground and then tying a large piece of fabric to the stakes, and finally she understood that he was putting up a kind of shelter. Â"Go to sleep,Â" he said to his companions. Â"I'll take the first watch.Â" Nuy sighed. It seemed that she would not be able to steal some of their food after all. She rested her head against her arms and soon fell asleep. Nuy awoke at dawn. By then, the woman was up, sitting by the ashes of the fire. The woman got to her feet, and Nuy noticed that she was wearing a wand at her waist that looked like the weapon her father carried. Nuy's father clung to his weapon and did not let anyone else use it, partly because it marked him ...