The Wild is my one and only attempt at high fantasy. It’s written in an old-fashioned, formal tone, with old-fashioned heroes, and is quite different from anything else I’ve done. Except for a handful of printed advance-reader-copies (ARCs) created in 2011 to test the market, it’s never been published—until now. I’m serializing it on my blog, one chapter every Friday. I hope you enjoy.
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Jakurian’s company had set out with fourteen men, but of these, two had been sent back to Habaddon and two had since been taken by the arowl. Two more were wounded and could no longer fight from horseback. These were sent with Kit and Bennek to make a stand in the rocks overlooking the meadow.
Pantheren accepted one of the riderless horses, and with nine men in the saddle, several skirmishes were fought in the meadow and among the burnt thickets while the rain persisted in a half-hearted drizzle. Bennek and Kit watched the fighting with rapt attention for it was the first time they had seen combat from horseback. Even so, Bennek slipped at times into the Mere, and before long he was able to tell Kit that Marshal was returning. “Then they have found it,” Kit said, and he went up into the rocks to meet them and show them the way down.
Lanyon went at once to Bennek. “Did you watch the two who rode with the sorcerer? Do you know where they went?”
“To the hilltop. They lifted up his body and took it away.”
“You could see him?” she asked in astonishment. “Even though he was dead?”