Far-Seer by Robert J. Sawyer Read Free Book Online Page B

a myth.”
    “You are so blind.” The stranger spread her,arms wide. “I hear them.” She closed her eyes. “Irb-Stark and Tol-Tipna. Sar-Klimsan the Scaly and Hoad-Malat. The smooth-skinned Klimsan and Tol-Catekt. And my predecessor, Dem-Pironto.”
    Afsan swished his tail in comprehension. “You are the new hunt leader.”
    “I am.” Her voice was pure glass. “Jal-Tetex is my name.”
    “I cast a shadow in your presence.”
    In the gathering darkness, that was far from literally true. Jal-Tetex’s black eyes did not betray where they were looking, but nonetheless Afsan had the uncomfortable feeling that he was being assessed from head to toeclaw, from the front of his muzzle to the tip of his tail. At last Jal-Tetex spoke again. “No doubt you do. What do you know of the hunt?”
    Afsan couldn’t remember the exact words to the Scroll of the Hunt, but he came up with what he thought was a good paraphrase. “It is the ritual through which we purge emotions: hate and violence. It is the endeavor through which we gain self-sufficiency. It is the activity that brings us together in camaraderie and cooperation.”
    “And who is the greatest hunter of all time?”
    Afsan’s tail twitched. A trick question? There were five original hunters. To pick one as better than the others might be considered blasphemous. Even though the religion of the hunt was all but extinct, there was deep respect for all five. Lubal was the one whose cult still had the most adherents, and those who didn’t understand fine distinctions often referred to the Worship of the Five and the Lubalite Cult as one and the same. Still, to name only one — And then it hit Afsan: “Why, you, Jal-Tetex, as imperial hunt leader. You are the greatest hunter.”
    Afsan saw Telex’s jaw work, but he couldn’t tell over the howling wind whether she was clicking her teeth in amusement. “You’ll go far at the palace,” she said at last. “But you’re wrong. The greatest hunter of all is The One yet to come. the one foretold by Lubal: ’A hunter will come greater than myself, and this hunter will be a male — yes, a male — and he shall lead you on the greatest hunt of all.’ “
    Afsan had heard the story before, and mentally whipped himself with his tail for not remembering it in time. “Of course,” he said. “The One.”
    Tetex seemed satisfied. She nodded slightly at Afsan. “And you are?”
    “Afsan, from Carno Pack, part of Arj’toolar province. I am a student astrologer, apprenticed to Tak-Saleed.”
    “Why do you climb the rocks of the Five? Why do you come here?”
    “I wish to join the next hunting pack.”
    “Afsan, did you say?” Her face was impassive. “You’re a friend of Prince Dybo, aren’t you?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Dybo climbed the rocks earlier today. He brought a gift of precious stones.”
    Afsan was delighted that his friend had made it. “Dybo has access to great wealth.”
    “Not to mention influence,” said Tetex. “You used that influence to get bumped to the front of the queue.”
    “Well…”
    The wind whipped, but it was her voice that stung. “Eggling, do you seriously believe that princely influence will save you should something go wrong on the hunt?” Afsan said nothing. “Look there!” She pointed at the floating skulls. “Those were all great hunters, with kilodays of experience. Every one of them killed on the hunt. There are others who were swallowed whole, for whom we don’t even have a skull by which to remember them.”
    Afsan stood tall. “I am not afraid.”
    “Fear is important, young one. Fear is the counselor. Those who don’t know when to fear wind up dead.”
    Afsan was confused. “I am not afraid,” he said again.
    “You lie!” Tetex’s voice cut across the shrieking wind. It was now dark enough that the color of Afsan’s muzzle would not have betrayed him if he were telling a falsehood.
    “I am not afraid of the hunt,” said Afsan quietly, his tail