"I have been the fire long before I spoke to it." - Zakor Iwo, Earthspeaker

This site features excerpts from the first book in a series by writer, artist and musician Jorie Jenkins.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Boar - Excerpt from the Chapter 'Mud and Blood'




Surveying the morning camp as it stirred, Tharkin drew in his belt and shouldered his cloak, scenting the air with his brow high. The dawn had not yet touched the pine needles strewn on the ground, but the light was near – he could smell it as it warmed the boughs above. And indeed, his pale eyes saw, as they looked, the first golden touch of sun in the reaching branches.

He tread away alone into the crisp wind amongst the trees, giving a nod as he went to a few among the rear garrison. The young men rose from their work as though they would follow him, and the Boar acknowledged, but bid them to stay. They knelt once again in the moss, tying off sleeping tents and lashing poles as they struck the camp to move on. But their eyes swiveled to watch him go, and though there were no whispers among them, all felt the pull of his absence, and the risk in his disappearance. He was, to all in the Kinnarit, the first father, the center of the circle.

The Boar traced his bloodline all the way back to an ancient mosaic of tribes and chiefdoms in the East, among them the Boii, The Senones, the Insubres and Mandubii, people of the Iron Age in Gallatia and Pergamom. His people, born of warrior nobility, seers, bards and men of art, had moved in commerce and Ambassadorship through Byzantium, and had streamed gently west to Macedonia, across the Danube and through the Balkans. They lived well as keepers of the peace for a time in Hallstatt and La Tene. At last, given the task of Ambassadorship among the keepers of nature, they settled between the Loire and the Rhone in a city called Alesia, and here for many moons they thrived, until the descent of Caesar. Internal conflicts and external hostilities drove many tribes apart or pinned neighboring chiefdoms against one another.
The breaking of N'Miridin had begun, and the Ambassadors of earth were torn between the protection of earth, and the division of man. Leaders among the earth Ambassadors approached Tharkin's clan, admiring their pacifism, and meaning to reward their noble, quiet and self-sufficient ways. Kinnarit was given protection, and many of its clan members were offered apprenticeship in the ways of Earth Speaking – this was a great honor indeed, for as the bond between nature and Man eroded, few among Men kept to the ways of the earth. Thus, with the Ambassadors who had once guided all men, Tharkin's Gaulic ancestors withdrew into shadow, and departed from civilization into the trees and the stones.

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Doubling back through little inlets of creek toward a dense stand of trees, Tharkin followed a faint wandering of sweet decay, a scent that his sharp senses knew and savored. The mushrooms of this forest, found at the base of standing trees who had recently perished, were a delicacy among the Kinnarit. His wife added them skillfully to meals, and if Tharkin had but one weakness, it was for his wife's mushroom stew. Still, he could be no less than himself, a blade of readiness amongst the boughs where danger crept – this had long been the way of life for The Boar and his people – there was no peace, no safety. Always there was the possibility of those who had turned against humans, and behind every leaf, every boulder, there might lay a threat.

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