“That’s a useful thing to know,” Longbow said, his voice coming to life now. “Does this venom cause pain?”

One-Who-Heals nodded. “Unbearable pain, I think.”

“And is it even able to kill creatures of its own kind?” Longbow pressed.

“I’m certain that it can.”

“Then if I were to smear the venom of one of them on the point of my arrow, it would carry pain and death to any other one I happened to meet, wouldn’t it?”

One-Who-Heals blinked. “Why would you need to do that? You never miss your target when you shoot one of your arrows.”

“The creatures of the Wasteland have caused me much pain, and I think I owe them a great deal of pain in return. An honest man always pays what he owes.”

“Be very careful, Longbow,” the shaman cautioned. “These creatures hunt by concealing themselves, and they strike only when their intended prey is very close.”

“I’m a hunter, One-Who-Heals,” Longbow reminded the shaman. “Nothing in the forest can hide itself from me. The servants of That-Called-the-Vlagh have been sent into our lands because the Vlagh hungers for information. I think it will be my lifelong task to make certain that the Vlagh’s hunger remains unsatisfied, for I will kill all servants it sends here and deliver their heads to Misty-Water’s grave as gifts to her spirit, as a sign that I love her still.”

“And will you now go to the hunt, my son?” Chief Old-Bear asked.

“If it pleases you, my father.”

“It pleases me very much, Longbow.”

And so it was that Longbow of the tribe of Old-Bear vanished into the forest to seek out the venomous servants of That-Called-the-Vlagh. It was rumored over the next decades that the Vlagh sent many of its servants into the lands of the tribe, but few if any of its servants returned, for Longbow had become one with the forest, and the creatures of the Wasteland could neither see nor hear him, nor could they even catch his scent as death sprang upon them from his bow.

The return of the legendary Zelana of the West stirred great excitement in all the tribes of her Domain, and the people of Old-Bear’s tribe felt greatly honored when word reached them that she would soon come to visit. Longbow, however, had felt no great need to meet with her, and so it was that when word of her approach reached the village of Old-Bear, Longbow simply faded back into the forest to continue his hunt.

She had sought him out, however, and he had found that to be disturbing. He had been certain that no one could find him in the forest if he did not wish to be found, but Zelana had unerringly come to the place where he was to ask him for his aid.

“I’m not really interested, Zelana,” he had told her bluntly. “I have a responsibility of my own right now. I think you’d better choose someone else.”

“This is very important,” she had pressed.

“Not to me, it isn’t. There’s only one thing that’s important to me, and it’s what I’m doing right now.”

“You don’t like us very much, do you, Longbow?” the little girl who’d accompanied Zelana had asked shrewdly. “You don’t really like anybody, do you? You don’t have any room inside you for ‘like,’ because you’re all filled up with ‘don’t like,’ aren’t you?”

“It goes quite a bit further than ‘don’t like,’ little one,” Longbow had told her, his voice softening slightly. “The servants of That-Called-the-Vlagh killed she who was to become my mate, so now I kill them.”

“That sounds fair to me,” the little girl had said. “How many of them have you killed so far?”

He had shrugged. “Hundreds, I suppose. I don’t really keep count anymore. I’ve been doing this for twenty years now.”

“If that’s all that really matters to you, we know how you can kill thousands, don’t we, Beloved?”

“Perhaps even more than that, Eleria,” Zelana had replied. Then she looked Longbow straight in the face. “We hate the creatures of the Wasteland almost as much as you do, Longbow, and if this turns out the way I want it to, we’ll kill them all, and then we’ll go into the Wasteland and kill That-Called-the-Vlagh. How does that sound to you?”

“It’s interesting enough to make me want to hear more,” he had conceded.

He was just a bit puzzled by these two. Zelana had been very arbitrary, demanding that he obey her commands. Eleria, however, appeared to have seen right to the core of his abrupt refusal to accept Zelana’s command, and had cleverly waved “kill them by the thousands” in front of him almost like waving bait before a fish.

Longbow ruefully admitted to himself that he’d taken Eleria’s bait almost without thinking. “Maybe I’d better keep a very close eye on that little one,” he murmured to himself. “There’s much more going on here than seemed right at first.”

Longbow had been a bit dubious when Zelana had assured him that the ship of the Maag called Hook-Beak would come across the face of Mother Sea to the Land of Dhrall, and even more skeptical when she’d told him that the Maags would do anything for gold, but when the long, narrow ship of Hook-Beak arrived at the village of Old-Bear almost exactly when she’d told him that it would, Longbow’s skepticism began to fade. Moreover, Sorgan Hook-Beak had responded to the word gold even as Zelana had suggested that he would.

Zelana had been right twice so far, and if the Maags would be as useful as she seemed to believe, the long voyage to their homeland could be worth the time and trouble.

Longbow had not killed a servant of the Vlagh for many days now, and that made him a bit ashamed. Misty-Water had always been patient, though, so he was fairly sure that her spirit would be willing to wait while he gave Zelana of the West the assistance she needed to bring the men of Maag to the Land of Dhrall to help Longbow kill all the servants of the Vlagh—and ultimately, of course, the Vlagh itself.

Longbow was quite certain that the spirit of Misty-Water would be quite pleased when he brought the head of the Vlagh to her grave and laid it there as a present for her.

2

The Seagull returned to Old-Bear’s village late one blustery afternoon, announced somewhat in advance by the booming sound of her sail. Longbow immediately saw the advantage of the sail, but when the wind was just right, a sail could be very noisy.

“Will you leave now, Longbow, my son?” Chief Old-Bear asked when the Maag ship hove to a short way out from the pebbled beach.