Windy sniffed and smelled the same odor, of many people, but no one stood there except her son. "Maggot?"
He stepped out of the light into the dark, and she saw him clearly then. He wore something on his feet, not just wrapped animal skins but things shaped from the forelegs of deer. They had the people scent on them, as did the skin across his shoulders.
"Showing his true odors," Ragweed said, looking over to Windy. "And this is the troll-I use the term loosely-you want to be First?"
Before she could answer, one of the younger trolls called out, "Got any ripe meat, Maggot?"
Her son inclined his head toward the cave entrance. "Part of a humpback."
The other trolls looked expectantly to Windy. She lifted her lips, like someone with her mouth full, to say "go on," and they all shoved past her to pour out of the cave. Exclamations and the sounds of small squabbles followed as they divided the carca.s.s of the humpback.
Windy looked at Maggot, brushing his new skins with her fingertips. "Where did you get those?"
"I scavenged them, how else?" He held out the old metal knife he"d used for the past three years-something else he"d scavenged. "You take it."
He had a new one in a sheath, hung on a string about his neck.
"Thank you," she said. Her fist enclosed it.
"Keep this one with you," he said.
"This time I will." He"d given her such gifts before, but in truth it wasn"t as sharp or as effective as her own clawlike nails. And it was always hard to remember where she"d left such things when she went outside. If she could hold onto it through the night, she"d take it deep into the cavern when she went to sleep at dayrise. There she"d add it to the piles of similar baubles the trolls had acc.u.mulated over tens of lifetimes, counted beyond memory. She gestured to his covering skins. "Why tonight?"
He crinkled his nose, signifying uncertainty. "Because," he said. Then, "I was cold. These were warm."
"But tonight you"re supposed to challenge Ragweed for First of the band! You"ve worked so hard to make the others accept you as one of them. This just reminds them of the differences."
He ran his hands over her skin, as if picking for parasites. There weren"t any in this cold. She did the same for him. They sat like that a long while, touching each other without speaking another word.
"I am different," he said finally. "If they accept me, it"ll be because of who I really am."
She didn"t know what to say to that, so she rose. "We should go. The vote will be at midnight."
"I"m ready."
"Aren"t you thirsty? Don"t you need to go down to the lake inside the cavern and get a drink?"
"No, I"m fine."
They stepped outside. A waning thorn of moon p.r.i.c.ked the horizon. Nothing remained of the humpback except the poles Maggot had carried it in on and a few stray bits of fur and bone. A new pole, with a pointed leaf of metal on one end like those stored in the deep caves, lay propped against the stone. Maggot picked it up to carry with him. A tramped-down trail led across the deep snow to the vale. It pa.s.sed through several miles of forest filled with pinecones and acorns for anyone willing to dig them up.
"Let"s cut over the hills to join the others," Windy said. She"d eat something later, when her stomach settled.
"That smells good," Maggot replied.
Fluffy flakes of snow swirled in the air. There was no trail to follow this way. Windy"s broad flat feet buoyed her up across the deep drifts, and her wide hands helped support her weight. She moved along quickly on all fours. She still expected Maggot, as thin and small as he was, to glide across the surface, but his narrow feet continually broke through the crust of snow. As they crossed the naked ridge, Windy heard wolves howling.
Maggot looked over his shoulder. "I should"ve brought my snowfeet," he said.
Windy paused for him to catch up. "Are they something else you scavenged, with all the rest of this?"
He smiled at her. "I scavenged the first ones years ago. I"ve been hiding these things from you, and the others, for years. Mostly caching them in the trees, like carrion."
She didn"t know what to say except, "Good. That"s smart."
The wolves howled again, much nearer. Windy sniffed the air, but scented nothing upwind. She hoped they were timberwolves-she"d never learned to tell one wolf"s howl from another. Dyrewolves could be deadly. "They sound hungry."
Maggot grunted. "The winter"s been long and hard. Much of the meat I"ve taken for you would"ve fallen to them."
Windy glimpsed the pack gliding through the distant trees like wisps of brown-gray fog. A canny old female led three, no, four males. Another handful-plus-two trailed behind. They had the blunt snouts and broad shoulders of dyrewolves, just as she"d feared. A pack could easily bring down a single troll or even a pair. It had happened to Bones and her mate a few winters past.
The snow cracked, and Maggot sunk to his knees. Windy went back to help pull him free.
"They"re slow," he told her. "They tire quickly. You should run ahead and join the others. You"ll be safe."
"I can"t do that!"
He stopped in his tracks and turned toward the trees. "I can climb; they can"t. Neither can you-you"re too heavy for those branches. Eventually they"ll go away."
"I"ve always stood beside you."
He snorted, troll fashion. "Now"s a good time to change your habits."
Before she could run or Maggot could bolt for the trees, the baying dyrewolves bounded across the snow. They almost appeared to be swimming, the way they paddled their paws to stay afloat on this cold white lake.
She shoved her son toward the trees. "Run! Save yourself!"
Maggot laughed and placed his back against hers, his knife in one hand, spear in the other. "It"s always been the two of us against the world, huh, Mom?"
A smile shadowed her mouth. Before it faded away, the dyrewolves closed in, spreading out in a circle. She smelled uncertainty on them, and hunger, but no fear, neither from them nor Maggot. The only fear she smelled was her own.
The wolves scented it too. Two of them dashed in and snapped at her, but stopped short when she bared her own teeth and snarled back.
She"d never been this close to a dyrewolf. Their bodies were stocky, with short, powerful legs. They had thick ruffs around their necks, and fur streaked gray, white, and brown. But it was their ma.s.sive heads, all out of proportion to the rest of their bodies, that made her most afraid. They had shorter snouts than the timber wolves or wild dogs, with teeth like sharp stones in their bone-crushing jaws, and wild, intelligent eyes.
As the two wolves stopped short of her, three others attacked Maggot. The old female lunged at him first, but it was a feint. He swung his knife at her in counterfeint, and when the old male made the real attack, Maggot thrust the spear through his neck. Blood gushed out, turning the snow pink. Maggot twisted the spear and pulled it free to jab it at the third beast while the wounded one yelped and crawled away.
The dyrewolves withdrew a short distance. "Let"s go," Maggot said. "Down this way, toward the vale."
Windy smacked her lips in a.s.sent, and one of the males dived in to fasten on her arm. "Aiieee!"
Others leapt in at Maggot. She heard him shout as he drove them back, but all she felt was pain as the dyrewolf"s teeth sank right through her flesh. She drove her fist down onto the soft snout. The wolf snarled, and its yellow eyes squeezed shut, but it didn"t let go, so she pounded again and again as the wolf shook its head, dodging the blows, and when that failed to free her arm she thrust one of her long sharp fingers deep into a yellow eye. It popped like a grape under her nail, squirting its warm juice across her hand, so she thrust farther into its brain. The dyrewolf shuddered and died, but still it didn"t let go.
She pried with her fingers until the dead animal"s jaws cracked. She stopped screaming as she dropped it to the ground and swiveled around to answer the next attack.
If any of the other wolves had charged in, they could have pulled her down and killed her. She saw now that they hadn"t only because Maggot had held them away. His footprints formed a protective circle around her, and he stood poised with his spear raised. Half a dozen animals bled from cuts to their necks and faces.
"Step away from the dead one slowly," said Maggot, his voice as sharp as his weapon.
She did exactly as he told her. They were scarcely out of arm"s reach when the dyrewolves surrounded their dead companion, licking at the b.l.o.o.d.y snow and baying.
"Keep moving, faster now," Maggot said tersely. "If you pack snow on the wound as you go, it"ll help."
She noticed the blood pouring down her arm. Something felt wrong with the bone. Numbness stiffened her fingertips. Without slowing down, she scooped up handfuls of snow and packed it as Maggot told her, clamping her good hand down tight on top of the wound. It eased the burning and stanched the bleeding. She found it difficult to walk on two feet, but she shuffled along until she found and followed the deep trails in the snow made earlier by the other trolls.
She"d never felt so close to her own death before. She trembled from it, and yet, as they left the dyrewolves behind and climbed the low rise between two peaks to descend into the larger valley, it all seemed unreal, something that had already happened in the distant past. She was changed, but she did not know how or why.
"Have you fought them before?" she asked her son. "Alone?"
Maggot smacked his lips once. Yes, but it was a small meal, nothing.
Her son was covered by many scars. How had he been changed? She felt faint-headed, apart from herself, as though she floated over the snow.
They entered the sacred glade with its circle marked out by thirteen boulders. The other trolls saw Windy"s wound and crowded around to hear how it had happened. While she told them about the dyrewolves, Maggot circulated and spoke to Rocky and her mate, and to Blossom and Scabpicker and all the other trolls whose votes he hoped to win.
"Let"s start," Ragweed shouted.
"I"m ready whenever you are," Maggot said. "You want to be First, so you should go first."
Ragweed scowled, unsure if he had just been insulted. Windy sat down as he trotted around inside the circle of stones, trying to impress the other trolls. He was still handsome, she reluctantly admitted to herself. His gray skin looked exceptionally rocklike against the white snow.
"Look!" Maggot pointed. "He"s running in circles! And that"s who you want for a leader?"
Ragweed swerved, rushing at Maggot, rising up to his eight and a half feet of height and pounding his chest. Maggot straightened up as tall as he could stand and stretched out his arms as if to pound on his chest. While Ragweed paused for the challenge, Maggot dropped without warning to four legs and ran around the circle. He didn"t go more than a quarter of the way before he stopped to scratch his a.s.s. It was a perfect imitation of Ragweed. Windy wasn"t the only one to burst out laughing.
Ragweed laughed along with them, until his brow drooped with belated recognition. "Hey!"
Maggot stood up straight again. "Are we here to vote or wrestle? I can"t tell by the way you"re acting so far."
"That"s enough," Laurel said. She was now the oldest female in the band, and a former First. "Both of you have ideas for what we should do about our problems. Ragweed, maybe you should begin. Tell us why we should vote for you to be First of the band."
Windy shook her head, squeezing fresh snow on her arm to ease the pain. Maggot had ideas for the good of the band-not Ragweedand he had talked about them often while Berry, the previous First, died of the yellow water. Ragweed opposed everything Maggot said, more out of habit than for any other reason. Somehow they"d ended up as the two candidates for First.
Ragweed paced, then paused, then squatted and looked each troll in the eyes. "You all know me," he told them. "I was born in this band and I"ve lived here all my life among you."
How conveniently he"d forgotten their six years of wandering, thought Windy. But he smelled earnest. He"d always had a charismatic fragrance.
"We"ve faced a lot of problems," Ragweed continued. "Some of you are as old as me. You remember back when we were little trollings, there were fifty, sixty trolls in this band. The mountains were ours. We found every bit of carrion, every calf and fawn that went unprotected. Vote for me and I"ll bring those days back. We"ll make things like it used to be, when the caves were safe for children and the land was ours to scavenge."
He paced again. "Now, if you don"t want to vote for me, you can vote for Maggot. I"d say that he"s as ugly as a possum, but that"d insult the possum." Laughter, to that. "The worst thing is that he"s the size of a trolling, and he still follows his mother around like one, and she covers him up funny."
More laughter at that.
Ragweed glanced over as if expecting Maggot to attack him for these insults, but her son stayed motionless. What was wrong with him? He ought to be roaring his disagreement. She swallowed a handful of snow to wet her parched throat.
"Vote for me," her former mate concluded. "Because I"m the real troll. Thank you."
Three or four of his strongest supporters cheered madly and pounded their chests in challenges directed at Maggot.
Windy sniffed worriedly. To her, Maggot smelled wonderful, unique. But to the others he would smell foreign, not like himself but like a strange band of people because of the things he carried. Seemingly oblivious to this, Maggot bounded over to one of the boulders and climbed on it to make himself taller.
"Vote not with your eyes, but with your bellies," he began, and Windy"s spine shivered like a reed. Maggot had trained his voice to make it deep and resonant like Ragweed"s. "Ask not who looks more like you, but who has done more for you. Ragweed is a handsome troll, and I admit that I am skinny, frail, and small. But you"re not looking for a mate, with the beauty of a mate, but for your First, and I have been the first to serve you all. Who brings you more mea-"
He jumped as a ball of dung sailed by the spot where he stood. Cliff and Ragweed"s other supporters hooted and waved their bottoms at him. Laurel sprinted over on her knuckles. "We"ll have none of that now! "
"No muck-slinging!" old Stump shouted, and it was taken up as a general cry. One more ball of dung was hurled halfheartedly, but no more was needed to ruin the rhythm of Maggot"s speech. Windy could cry. It would be a close vote under the best circ.u.mstances, but now ...
Maggot pointed to her. "Ragweed says that I stand beside my mother, and that is true! I"ll never deny it. Tonight as I came to this place, dyrewolves attacked my mother-you see the teeth marks on her arms. But I stood by her to protect her and I will also stand by all of y-"
"Aw, he bit her arm himself," cried Ragweed.
Maggot turned and bared his teeth at him, then mocked his own small mouth. They"d seen her wound, so a few trolls laughed. But inside, Windy cringed. Her son"s unimpressive mouth would lose him votes. Trolls voted for big teeth. He was emphasizing all the wrong things!
But Maggot continued. "Ragweed says he"s going to give you more food, more fruit. How? People come into the high valleys, eating everything and destroying the caves where we sleep. I"ve walked across these mountains, from the head up north to the southern tail, and I"ve seen whole bands vanish in the s.p.a.ce of a few years. Who last heard word from the Blue Peaks band? Or the Sinking River band? If we don"t want to disappear like the others, without a trace, we need a plan."
The trolls looked around, like someone seeking better-tasting food.
Windy shifted fretfully. It was the truth! Maggot told the truth, but the trolls didn"t want to hear it. He was losing them.
"What is Ragweed"s plan?" Maggot asked. "He promises you that everything will be like it was. If he promised to grab the sun in his fist and move it backward across the sky, would you believe him?"
He"d lost them! Windy groaned aloud, and when the others looked at the noise she grimaced and held her injured arm. But you couldn"t mention the sun before an election, you just couldn"t! She"d thought her son was smarter than that.
"If you elect me First, I will not lead you back but forward. I will take us and join up with the remaining trolls at Blackwater and Sulfur Springs. Together, we can make one large band again and there will be mates for everyone and children will be born. I will teach you to make weapons, to hunt down the food we all must have. And I will lead you against the people who trespa.s.s-"
"Can we vote now?" one of the trolls asked. Others took up the call. Truthfully, thought Windy, most had probably made up their minds beforehand. Laurel called for the vote. Hope soared in Windy"s breast when she counted the hands. Ragweed only got seven votes. Then Laurel called Maggot"s name and four arms went up-hers, Rocky"s and her mate Skeeter"s, and Stump"s. The vast majority of trolls had lost interest long before and when the vote was called they wandered away to roll in the snow or dig in it for things to eat. Maggot saw the number of hands up and didn"t even vote for himself. Instead he jumped up on one of the boulders, drumming the death tattoo on his chest.
No one paid him any attention.
Laurel declared Ragweed the winner. Three or four of his supporters hollered and cheered. Cliff danced wildly around the circle. Windy rose and went over to thank Rocky and Skeeter.
"If anyone could think past tomorrow"s darkness," Rocky said, "they"d know that everything Maggot says is true."
Her husband was the last known survivor of the Blue Peaks band. He shaped his lips in agreement. "I"d say we should go elsewhere, but this is still the best band and our best hope."
"These are hard years," Windy told him. "But daylight is always followed again by darkness. Things will get better."
Stump came over and started to groom her. "How"s the arm?"
"It hurts."
"We"ll take care of you," he rumbled. "Your son"s a good troll. I"ve always said that."
"I"m very proud of him."
Stump exuded a sprit of musk, testing the air to see if she"d respond. His interest surprised her. He examined her arm. The worst bleeding had stopped, but the numbness reached way down into the bone. "Yep," he told her. "We"ll have to keep you fed, take good care of that."
"It"ll be fine." She pulled her arm back and hid it behind her. She musked a bit into the air as well. Not because she was really interested-because she wasn"t, she was too old for that foolishness and had spent too many years alone with her son. But she didn"t want Stump to feel bad. When he started grooming her again, Rocky giggled and Skeeter shushed her. Feeling embarra.s.sed, Windy looked around helplessly for Maggot and saw Ragweed"s supporters chasing him away.