it now!’ urged Sa-at.
However the Gatherer was too busy screaming to notice.
As they swung towards a tree, Sa-at kicked off from it, spinning them faster. If the Gatherer had been caught by one of the big ones it wouldn’t have mattered, they would both have been taken to the lair. However their combined weight and motion was too much for it to hold, and the Spiderkin let go with a hiss.
The next thing Sa-at knew he was on the floor. Before his thoughts could catch up, he was on his feet. The Gatherer was doing the same.
‘Run!’ Sa-at urged.
This time, there was no hesitation. The Gatherer did as he was told.
‘No,’ Sa-at called after him. ‘Not that way!’
But the Gatherer was too busy screaming to listen.
After a moment’s frustration, Sa-at followed him, leaving the Spiderkin to stab at each other as they untangled themselves.
The Gatherers had run blind, stumbling between the trees in a haphazard fashion. Each was guided, by twisting paths and prodding branches, until they had all been brought back together. Then, gradually, the Wild had funnelled them deeper into its heart, to places that even Sa-at avoided when the suns went down.
When the first of them stopped to double over and pant, the others followed suit.
Sa-at watched them from a distance, curious to see what they would do next. Crowflies had caught him up during the pursuit and had settled itself on a nearby branch.
Each member of the group gave their name to prove they had survived the encounter, and each time the rest of the them would smile and reach over to touch the arm of the one who had spoken. Sa-at liked that. He wondered what it would be like to be smiled at in that way. As the last one announced themselves and was welcomed, he copied their smiles from his hiding place and reached out a hand in their direction. None saw, save for Crowflies, who did not care to comment.
‘Sa-at is here too,’ he whispered, and then, so as not to feel lonely, he touched his own arm.
‘I think we’re not far from …’ gasped one of the Gatherers. ‘Or maybe we’re near … I think … no. I don’t know where we are.’
‘We need to get home.’
The others were quick to agree but none of them were sure which way home was. Another discussion started, quickly turning into an argument. Sa-at listened with interest, eagerly devouring the new words. He was particularly intrigued to know that some of the Gatherers had more than one name.
That woman likes to turn her hands and speak.
Her name is Hil.
Hil’s other name is ‘Great Idiot’.
The man who clasps his hands is Rin.
Rin’s other name is ‘Dogkin’s Cock’.
At one point it looked as if the group was going to split up, with one half going with Hil and the other with Rin. However, when Hil claimed to recognize a mossy chunk of rock, they stopped arguing. And when she said they were not far away from a path she knew, Rin told her to take the lead.
She’s wrong, thought Sa-at. They’re going the wrong way again.
Crowflies pointed at the group with a wing and made a derogatory noise.
‘You don’t like them?’
He received one of Crowflies’ looks, where the Birdkin slowly tilted its head to one side as if Sa-at had said something ridiculous.
He watched thousands of tiny reflections of himself shrug in the Birdkin’s eyes. ‘They’re funny. I don’t want them to die.’
That earned him another look.
The Gatherers were too tired to set off immediately. They agreed to take a short rest as it would be the last they could dare on the journey home.
Sa-at pulled himself up onto a thick branch and settled next to Crowflies. What would be the best way to help these people? He tucked his arms in and let his chin rest on his knees. This was a problem that would require thought. He knew they were afraid of him. Perhaps he could chase them out of the forest. However, it would be difficult to herd them over a long distance. And what if they scattered or decided to fight?
While he pondered the problem, he listened to the Gatherers’ chatter.
‘Did you get the Tack, Rin?’
‘Right here.’
There was a cheer, followed by a question, tentative: ‘You’re going to share it with us, right?’
‘Depends on whether you called me Dogkin’s Cock or not!’
They all laughed at that. Sa-at was not sure why.
‘Rin?’ asked another. Sa-at realized it was the one he’d saved.
‘Yeah?’
‘I lost me bag back there. I got nothing.’
‘Don’t worry, Tal. Important thing is you’re alive.’ There was a chorus of agreement. ‘You and yours won’t starve neither. We’ll all share a bit of our take.’ Rin looked round at the rest of the group. ‘Won’t we?’
There was a second round of agreement, though Sa-at thought it was less enthusiastic than before. ‘You checked yourself again yet, Tal? Still no blood?’
Tal raised an arm and examined his armpit. ‘Don’t think so. It’s sore though.’ He pushed his finger through a new hole in his jacket and, after wiggling it around, showed it to Rin with relief. ‘No blood!’
‘No blood,’ Rin confirmed, and a sigh of relief passed round the group.
‘We better go,’ interrupted Hil. ‘Vexation’s the only strong sun in the sky today, and it isn’t going to wait for us.’
An idea popped into Sa-at’s mind as the Gatherers stood up and put away their rations. He kissed the leaf of the nearest tree, leaving a little of his spit behind, and scrambled up the trunk. It did not fight him, though it did not help him either.
Crowflies watched, bemused, as he heaved his way into the upper reaches of the tree. As soon as he arrived, he grabbed a branch and pulled it towards him, creating a breach in the canopy.
A shaft of Vexation’s light, richly red, punched through.
‘Look there!’ called one of the Gatherers.
They rushed to the gap and Sa-at held himself still, hoping not to be noticed. ‘It’s worse
