Jonathan Rogers - The Way of the Wilderking

Intruder in the Swamp

A civilizer captured in the Feechiefen. More civilizers on the way with cold-shiny spears and swords and axes and saws. The swamp was abuzz with rumors of new civilizer trouble. When the news reached Bug Neck, Dobro Turtlebane and Aidan Errolson-or Pantherbane, as the feechies knew him-left immediately. They poled all night for Scoggin Mound, where Chief Tombros feechies held the captured civilizer.

The chill of morning was still on the air when Aidan caught his first glimpse of the towering spruce pines of Scoggin Mound. Well before they could see the island itself, the high, nasally shouts and squeals of a dozen excited wee-feechies carried across the black water to the ears of the two flatboaters.

Then, above the wee-feechies shrill racket echoed a deeper, prolonged scream-a scream of fear and helplessness. It couldnt have come from a feechie.

It had been three years since Aidan had heard the voice of another civilizer. It had been that long since Aidan had fled the dangers of his civilized life and taken to the swamp to live the life of a feechie. Three years since he had worn anything besides his snakeskin kilt and the panther cape to which he owed his feechie name. Three years since he had eaten from a plate or ridden a horse or been inside a building. With his face and hands daubed with swamp mud, his matted hair draping almost to his shoulders, he hardly looked like a civilizer. He himself had almost forgotten what he was. But something about that throaty howl of human terror-so out of place in the Feechiefen-brought Aidan back to a world he had almost left completely.

With brisker strokes Aidan and Dobro poled for Scoggin Mound. The civilizers shouts grew even more desperate. Help me! he wailed. Help! It was a prayer of desperation. And Aidan somehow knew he was the answer to the civilizers prayer.

The flatboat had scarcely grounded itself before Aidan and Dobro leaped nimbly onto the white sand of the landing at Scoggin Mound. Aidan and Dobro hadnt spoken a word to one another since they first heard the shouts of the wee-feechies, and they didnt speak now as they pounded down the trail toward the ruckus.

When Aidan and Dobro crashed through the palmetto and into the clearing, there was already so much commotion that nobody noticed them. It took Aidan a few moments to understand what was going on. A tight knot of wee-feechies was gathered beneath a moss-hung oak tree, arranged in a half circle with their backs to Aidan and Dobro. Though they could hear the civilizer well enough, all Aidan and Dobro could see of him was his boots and black leggings, dangling above the wee-feechies heads and suspended upside down by a vine rope looped over a branch. A cluster of wee-feechies at the other end of the vine rope raised or lowered their captive by pulling or giving slack.

The screaming of the civilizer was more or less constant, but it grew louder when his tormentors lowered him and less urgent as they raised him. Aidan understood why when he took a step closer. The weefeechies were gathered around an alligator they had rustled from the swamp-a hungry one by the look of things. It lunged and snapped at the civilizer every time the wee-feechies lowered him, and though the alligator hadnt caught its dinner yet, it wasnt missing by much.

When Dobro understood what the wee-feechies were up to, he was impressed with their ingenuity. Heh, heh, he chuckled. Thems some clever rascals. But when he noticed the grim look on Aidans face, he quickly changed his tune. Hey, you bumptious scapers! he yelled at the wee-feechies. You barbous stinkers, you criminals, you rowdies! Leave that civilizer alone.

Ooik! shouted one of the wee-feechies. Its Pantherbane and Dobro!

The youngsters scattered, howling with frustration and disappointment. I dont never get any fun! one of them complained.

What Im supposed to feed my alligator now? asked another, to nobody in particular.

The wee-feechies who held the rope scattered, too, and when they did, their civilizer thudded to the ground, almost on top of the alligator. Though bound hand and foot, the poor civilizer managed to roll away from the alligators first lunge. Before it could make a second, Aidan ran up its back and held its jaws shut.

Dobro, meanwhile, was cutting through the vines that tied the civilizers feet and hands. While he was getting the powerful reptile under control, Aidan could hear Dobro talking to the civilizer.

You know how younguns is, Dobro was saying. Always wanting to frolic, always getting into some mischief or other. From the way the civilizers back was heaving, it appeared he was still gasping for air; in any case, he wasnt answering Dobro. But Dobro didnt seem to notice. If my remembrance dont mistake me, he continued, a passel of wee-feechies set old Aunt Seku on Aidan here the first time he come to Scoggin Mound. She bout skewered him on the spot.

The civilizer looked over his shoulder at the young man astride the alligator. Aidan? the civilizer asked. He nodded in Aidans direction. His names Aidan?

Aidan was concentrating on the task at hand, but when he heard his name spoken, he looked into the civilizers face for the first time. His mouth dropped open in astonishment. Percy! he shouted, at last recognizing his brother.

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The two brothers stood staring at one another. Percy knew his brothers voice, and he recognized the broad-shouldered frame shared by all the Errolson brothers. But seeing Aidan in this feechiefied state was disorienting. Percy was sure he had found his brother, and yet he wasnt sure.

The alligator, meanwhile, saw a second chance to get a bite of civilizer, and it meant to take it. It lunged at Aidan, but Dobro picked up a stick left by one of the wee-feechies and brought it down on the alligators snout, then chased it into the water nearby.

Aidan? asked Percy. He rubbed fingers in a circle on Aidans forehead, trying to get through the swamp mud. Is that you under there?

Aidan embraced him. What are you doing here?

Looking for you, Percy answered. Bringing a warning.

Aidans eyes narrowed in concern. What kind of warning?

Darrows army, Percy said. They left Tambluff a week ago, marching for the Feechiefen.

Dobro had rejoined the conversation by now. Why you reckon a army of civilizers wants to drown theirselves in the Feechiefen? he asked.

Percy looked careworn and uncharacteristically somber, older than his twenty-one years. He took a long look at Aidan before he spoke. Its you they want, Aidan.

Aidan went pale beneath his coating of mud. Why me? he asked. What trouble have I been to King Darrow? Why now? I havent left this swamp in the last three years. Aidan hadnt even seen the king since the night hed taken the frog orchid to Tambluff Castle. His hard-won offering was met with the kings implacable hatred and jealousy. Aidan was still a boy then in most ways, a mere fifteen years old. But even then he knew enough to realize his life had changed forever. Rather than provoke further outbursts by the king-and rather than endanger his father and brothers-Aidan had exiled himself to the Feechiefen. There he had stayed ever since, unaware of what was happening in the Corenwald of the civilizers.