Page 76 of Warrior of the Wild
“These things are ridiculous!” he says after a throw that sends his spear straight into the ground a short distance away.
“You’re just not used to being terrible at handling a weapon,” Iric says. “Try again.”
Soren rips his spear from the ground. “Flimsy, skinny, useless. People were not meant to kill things with these!” He turns his angry gaze on the spear. “You’re an overly large eating utensil!”
“Try throwing higher,” Iric suggests.
Soren throws again. The spear goes farther, but he somehow manages to make the wrong end strike the ground first.
Iric clutches his stomach while he laughs, and Soren looks ready to traipse over and bash him over the head with his fist.
I step in before he can turn those thoughts into actions.
“Here,” I say, handing Soren my spear.
He grips the shaft, and I wrap my hand over his. Being pressed so close against him is odd, and thoughts of Torrin threaten to surface, but I put my focus into teaching Soren.
“Arc back, swing forward, and release. That’s all. Don’t bendyour wrist,” I say. We mimic the motion together, going through the steps without releasing the spear just yet.
“Good,” I say, stepping back. “Now don’t be so concerned with throwing it hard. Focus on throwing it straight first. Speed and strength can come later.”
Soren stares at a point in front of him, taking aim, I think. He puts his arm through the motions we just practiced, and at the perfect moment, he releases.
The spear goes sailing, thudding satisfactorily into a tree trunk some ways away.
“Whoop!” Iric hollers, slapping him on the back.
“Well done,” I say.
Soren walks off to retrieve the spear, a new spring in his step. As he does so, his left hand rubs over his right. Just not in the spot where his skin was touching the spear.
He rubs where my hand made contact with his.
PART 3
THE
MATTUGRS
CHAPTER
15
The lake is just as I remember it: massive, eerie, and surrounded by smooth stones. The water is clear in some places and murky in others, where plants cover the ground and mud is churned up by unseen critters.
I step up to the edge of the lake, staring out across the water. It looks so peaceful right now. One would never know a deadly beast lies hidden within.
Iric takes an especially long length of rope and ties it sturdily around the base of one of the thick trees. He then begins uncoiling the rest of it in the direction of the lake’s edge. When he reaches the water, he drops the rest of the coil right on the ground.
Once we catch the hyggja, we’ll need a way to get it out of the water. Iric’s already thought of that.
The lake is quiet save for a few bubbles that breach the top. I think they’re too small to have been caused by the hyggja.
“We have the advantage so long as we can stay on land,” Iric says. He’s already told us this multiple times on the trek to the lake, but I think he needs to say it again to reassure himself. “We throw our spears at the beast until it’s weakened, and then we haul it on land, where I’ll deliver the final blow. We donotgo in the water.”
Teaching Iric to swim was a precaution. Should anything go wrong, he needs to know how to swim, and he needs the extra confidence while standing near the water’s edge.
“Do you suppose the hyggja has finished off the gunda’s corpse yet?” Soren asks. “Maybe it won’t be hungry.”
