The vampire s mouth was too close to her skin for Nissa s comfort, and she took a step back.
They hack it up, Anowon said. For the eeka birds to eat. The spirit flies away with the birds.
Nissa looked at the bundle spinning in the smoke, then at Smara. The kor had become very quiet. As she watched the ceremony she pushed her crystal against her lips. In that instant Nissa knew she could not stay and watch the kor funeral. She turned and walked back up the canyon. Sorin was smiling when Nissa passed him. Anowon followed Nissa. She stopped and turned.
That is horrible, she said. To dismember the dead.
Is it? the vampire said.
Is there anything else I should know about the kor?
Nothing you do not already. They give away one of their children to the wilderness, as you know.
They what? Sorin said. He bent close to hear what they were saying.
The elf knows what I saw is true, Anowon said.
Nissa said nothing.
Truly? Sorin said.
It s called a world gift, Anowon said.
Most die. Some wander out of the wilderness and are assimilated among other races. But many of those who were assimilated go back to the wilderness.
Nissa found herself staring at Smara squatting in the dusty rock dust watching the burial. She spoke without taking her eyes off Smara.
Are the world gift kor that survive accepted back into the group?
Anowon looked back at the ceremony. You know they are not.
Nissa felt her breath catch in her throat. The kor priest kept the bundle spinning near the smoking fire. A tear edged down Smara s filthy face.
Do they want to come back more than anything? Nissa asked. She stared off at nothing as she spoke. Do they ever try and see if their elders will allow them to return home and be part of the tribe again. Do they apologize?
Anowon frowned at her tone of voice. Are you ill? Anowon said. To Nissa, his tone conveyed anything but concern.
I am not ill, Nissa said, searching his smooth face for any expression that might explain the comment. Finding none, she straightened and put her chin up. I just happen to know something about exile.
I am sure you do, replied Anowon.
Let us be away. Ghet Sorin said. His voice carried through the canyon, echoing off the walls so the kor priest looked up from his spinning. Sorin stood and began walking.
Anowon turned and followed.
Nissa caught his arm. Why do you follow him thus? she asked. What power does he have over you?
Anowon opened his mouth, then closed it. He was clearly about to tell her something. Finally, he shook his head and turned away to follow Sorin.
Nissa followed them both, and the sounds of the funeral and Smara s muttering trailed her as they all walked away. Soon she felt hot tears on her face and wiped them away hard with the back of her glove. She had been a young warrior. What did a young elf know about right and wrong? About proper and taboo? How was she to have known that the ability she possessed was something to be hidden away? But the truth was she knew, even then. She knew that she was different and she flaunted it. And when her mother and father exposed her to the Deep Council for displaying non-Joraga tendencies, it was exactly what she deserved. And she was better for it.
Are you done with your little weeping? Sorin said. If it pleases you, we will leave now.
I am coming, she said.
They walked into the foothills with no sign of pursuit. And by sundown the red foothills flattened to rolling grassland. Where the sward on the other side of the Piston Mountains had been bare, the plains were absolutely covered with huge diamond shaped stones hedron stones. Most of the stones were the size of a houses, but many were smaller, and some were buried in the ground at various positions and depths. As Nissa watched, six stones pulled together so their tips touched and formed a huge star floating above the grass. She continued to watch as it broke apart and the pieces drifted away.
Most of the hedrons were floating above the ground with tips pointing at the sky and the green grass. On the horizon Nissa could see the dark shadow of the ocean topped by banks of purple clouds.
Zulaport lies on that shore, Nissa said as she pointed. She could smell the salt air on the breeze. She glanced down at the rocky debris she was standing on and guessed that the trail had not been used for many weeks, and that it had last been used by goblins. She could see where the faint digs from their toenails had degraded with the rains and wind.
A hedron stone bobbed slightly as they walked past. Each of the stones was grooved with the strange designs found on all the crumbling edifices on Zendikar, but Nissa had never seen so many in one place.
The Fields of Agadeem, Anowon said. I have never actually seen them.
The brood did not drag you this way? asked Sorin.
He did not even turn at her taunt. No, they did not, he said. He looked out over the fields as they walked. A bird of prey was perched on the tip of the nearest hedron. It watched them with shining eyes as they passed.
A bit further they found the blue striped, dead body of a juvenile sphinx. It floated in a knotted eddy of humid wind formed around a pack of stones. The mana in the gravity well refracted light like it was underwater.
Later, Sorin stopped and put his hand over his eyes to shield them from the low sun. What would that be? Sorin said.
Nissa followed his eyes to a bit of movement on the plains below. She looked closer and saw a half-built structure cut into the turf. The structure was simple, no more than four walls built as high as Nissa s chin. Something was moving around the structure s shell.
What are they doing? Nissa said.
Anowon squinted. They are brood, he said.
And they are building.
They walked closer, being careful to creep from hedron to hedron. But Sorin ignored Nissa s and Anowon s attempts at stealth and walked straight for the strange building site. The wind was blowing into their faces, which was a stroke of good luck perhaps the only one they would get.
Soon they were as close as they dared go without risking detection, and Sorin stopped for a moment, then walked even closer. Nissa would have liked to have remained concealed, but they had no choice but to follow Sorin as he bulled ahead. Smara followed some distance behind.
Nissa felt like cuffing Sorin when she caught up, but one look at his eyes and she lost that feeling. He had drawn his great sword and was looking at the brood in a certain intent, unblinking way that spoke of violence.
The brood were dragging stones, or rather their vampire workers were dragging stones using harnesses bound to their shoulder and elbow horns. Nissa looked at Anowon s elbow horns. The vampire caught her staring and turned away.
There were perhaps thirty brood, including something she had not seen before: juvenile brood. At least that was what she thought they were. They were half the size of the other brood.
We will take them unawares, Sorin said. Elf he pointed off to the right you start there and sweep in. Ghet, you go there and run straight in.
Straight in, Anowon said, without the slightest inflection.
Yes, that s what I said.