Sem
Yar was hurried through the busy camp as fast as he could. The whole
tribe was preparing to leave the winter camp and just as every year
in the tribe's history, it meant chaos, shouting, children running
and lots of work. For Sem Yar work meant bringing a package of
medicine to a warrior with an inflamed wound and to give the man
instructions on how to use it.
Before
his master had allowed him to leave, Sem Yar had had to recite the
list of ingredients of the medicine and why they were part of it,
which had turned the task from something that could be done in half
an hour into a one hour ordeal. Sem Her, the tribe's master of cures,
usually called healer, liked to test his few pupils every day.
Becoming
a master of cures was not what Sem Yar dreamed of, but it was one of
the few professions he was still suited for. He was his master's
youngest pupil, him having stopped taking new ones on years ago,
feeling too old to finish their training. Five years ago, Sem Yar had
started his training as a warrior, together with a host of other
young boys from his tribe. They had been trained mercilessly and
endlessly. He still had scars from it.
Then,
during the summer, a few months after his training had started, the
kingdom decided to leave their walls and fortresses in the mountains
and venture into the plains. Their attack had taken the tribe by
surprise and so the losses had been devastating. When his own camp
was attacked as one of the first, the warriors had mounted a defence
to allow everyone else to get away. During the rout, desperately
running away from the kingdom's cavalry and their deadly mages, an
arrow had struck Sem Yar's right leg. He remembered lying on the
ground, blood leaking from where the damned arrow had pierced
straight through cloth, skin and muscle, feeling nothing but pain and
fear of certain death.
Someone
had picked him up at some point, or he would have died there, but he
couldn't remember who or what happened for the rest of the day. In
the end he woke up screaming, when his master removed a big piece of
wood from his leg. Somehow during his rescue, the arrow had snapped
and torn into the muscle surrounding it.
Ever
since then, his leg was stiff and walking was a pain. His family had
died that day, most of his friends had as well, and some days Sem Yar
wished he had joined them. He never even had the chance to say
goodbye to them. One moment he was cleaning his gear, the next a
warrior raced his horse through the camp shouting about an attack,
and the moment after that the first arrows struck people and horses
down.
As
he had been unable to stand for a month, the master of cures had
taken him under his wings. He had made an exception to his rule and
made him his pupil. And so now he was limping through the camp,
silently cursing his live.
When
he reached his destination, the injured man was sitting atop a wagon,
his arm in a bandage and an expression on his face that was half
anger, half shame he couldn't help tear down his own tent. A group of
people, the man's relatives most likely, were busy gathering his
belongings and loading everything on the wagon. A girl about as old
as Sem Yar was the first to notice him. She was pretty, Sem Yar
found, her features a bit sharper with more edges than most. She wore
her hair short and, to his surprise, wore trousers instead of the
more customary dress. The family had to be from one of the outer
clans, he decided. Proud people, fiercely independent and probably
not pleased to be waiting for a main camp healer.
And
not at all to his surprise, the girl called him as he approached:
"Finally. What took you so long? Did you limp here?" Sem
Yar stopped dead, thinking about what to reply. He pulled up his worn
out trouser to show his leg and said: "Yes, I did."
Whatever
reaction Sem had expected, it wasn't what he got. "How can you
live like that? You're just a burden to everyone." While the
grumpy greeting he had received at first could have been the result
of stress and a bad mood, he now was sure that the family he saw
before him was part of one of the Lizard Clans. He figured that it
would be best to just finish his business with them as quick as
possible and try to not raise too much attention. He approached the
man and handed him the medicine and gave him the standard lecture on
how to use it. When he turned around to leave, to his relieve the
girl had left. Around him the camp was busy and it seemed as if he
had managed to avoid all trouble. Bracing himself for the pain of
walking back, he walked a few steps. As he cleared the wagon, he saw
the girl again. She was standing with a group of youths, most of them
boys. They were looking at Sem Yar, and he didn't like what he saw in
their faces. He looked around but nobody paid any attention to him or
them. People had more important things to do. The journey north was a
long one, but it also meant the freedom of the plains and the sweet
fruits of the orchards. Everybody was eager to get there. From
somewhere he heard a melody, played on a flute. The first families
had finished their preparations and had some time to idle or
entertain the people around them. Looking over his shoulder every
couple of steps, he hurried along what used to be one of the paths
leading away from main camp. Now it was barely visible, the once
brightly green grass around it had been trampled and now was almost
painful to look at.
When
he returned, his master and the other apprentices had apparently
finished their tasks and were busy caring
for their horses. It was a necessary and important task. With the
tribe stretching over miles while journeying,
injuries were common and getting to the injured was often a matter of
time. For Sem Yar, riding was bliss. It was the only way for him to
move faster than at his usual snail's pace and he enjoyed that
freedom thoroughly. But even this joy had its limits. As with
everything, the reason was his leg, of course. So while others had
horses selected for their speed and stamina, his was the one with the
least of a temperament, the softest one they could find. Another
proof for what the Lizards claimed: That he was weak, not fully fit
to live with the tribe.
After
he had found a waterskin, he checked on his horse. It had been fed
and cared for, the worn out harness and saddle had been prepared. His
master's work, no doubt. He always was too kind. As he was thinking
about the old man, Sem Yar heard steps approach. The dry earth made
it hard to hide one's steps. Always there was something crunching or
creaking. When he turned around, it was his master. The old man
looked tired, something that was to be expected with all the activity
associated with the tribe preapring to move north. Yet, it was his
master who asked: "Are you alright?" Sem Yar was puzzled
for a moment, then he realized something. "You knew they were
lizards!", he called out. "Why did you send me to go
there?"
"To
see how you would do. You returned, but you seem concerned. So what
happened?"
"There
was a girl. She was in a bad mood, asked if I had limped there
because it had taken me too long for her taste."
"And
what did you do?"
"I
showed her my leg. Didn't shut her up or anything. She told me I was
useless."
"And
in response to that you did what?"
"I
left her, did what I was there to do and left, trying not to get
hurt."
"Good.
You did well. Not perfect, but you made some good decisions there. As
a healer, you will have to deal with people you don't like and of
course those who don't like you. There are always those. They will
blame you for people you couldn't safe, for a medicine not working or
not working well, you will have to live with that."
After
a short pause, seemingly lost in thought, he continued with a hint of
a smile in his face : "You did well. Now make sure your
belongings are on the wagon and make sure you have enough water and
food with you. Today will be a long day!"
And
it was a long day. Soon after Sem Yar had finished his preparations,
the signal was given for the tribe to start moving. As the first
clans started moving, in an order as old as the tribe, the healers
also left one by one. That way, they would be close to wherever help
was needed. Sem Yar would stay close to his master, together with one
more healer and an apprentice. They would stay close to the wagon
with the medicine supplies and prepare tonics for the sentries, the
other healers and all the other people who had the most demanding
tasks. Another job of theirs would be to make sure all the common
medicines were in steady supply.
As
the sentries rotated around the train, they would pass the medicine
wagon and get their tonics, water infused with refreshing and
invigorating herbs. This wasn't the first time Sem had done this
task, but it seemed this year it was more work than it had been the
years before.
As time dragged on, he spent most of his time not on his horse but on
the wagon,
working. Every now and then he had time to sit back and look at his
surroundings. Behind
him, the mountains were getting smaller and before them, the endless
plains stretched to the horizon. Or at least they would if a
multitude of wagons and horses wasn't in the way. Every man able
to ride was on horseback, something
that would change over the next days. The first day always was like
that. Everyone wanted to cover as much ground as possible. Then, the
pace would slow down. Sem would miss the mountains. The summer camp
was a beautiful place, next to small river, with trees and a few
hills surrounding it, but it was too flat for Sem's taste. While he
would never be able to climb the mountains to hunt with the warriors
or even just go there to collect herbs as other healers would, he
still liked them. Now, they were travelling away from the mointains, through the last hills before they would enter the endless plains. Soon, they would pass the last few trees they would see for weeks. There were rivers and streams of all sizes, crossing the plains on their way from the mountains to the sea, but even around them no trees could be found.