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〃Cort； I want you； bondsman！〃
Now he spoke the High Speech； and Cort swung the door open。 He was dressed only in thin underwear shorts； a squat man with bow legs； runneled with scars from top to toe； thick with twists of muscle。 There was a round； bulging belly。 The boy knew from experience that it was spring steel。 The one good eye glared at him from the bashed and dented hairless head。
The boy saluted formally。 〃Teach me no more； bonds…man。 Today I teach you。〃
〃You are early； puler；〃 he said casually； but he also spoke the High Speech。 〃Five years early； I should judge。 I will ask only once。 Will you renege？〃
The boy only smiled his hideous； painful smile。 For Cort； who had seen the smile on a score of bloodied； scarlet…skied fields of honor and dishonor； it was answer enough perhaps the only answer he would have believed。
〃It's too bad；〃 the teacher said absently。 〃You have been a most promising pupil the best in two dozen years； I should say。 It will be sad to see you broken and set upon a blind path。 But the world has moved on。 Bad times are on horseback。〃
The boy still did not speak （and would have been incapable of any coherent explanation； had it been required）； but for the first time the awful smile softened a little。
〃Still； there is the line of blood；〃 Cort said somberly； 〃revolt and witchcraft to the west or no。 I am your bondsman； boy。 I recognize your mand and bow to it now if never again with my heart。〃
And Cort； who had cuffed him； kicked him； bled him； cursed him； made mock of him and called him the very eye of syphilis； bent to one knee and bowed his head。
The boy touched the leathery； vulnerable flesh of his neck with wonder； 〃Rise； bondsman。 In love。〃
Cort stood slowly； and there might have been pain behind the impassive mask of his reamed features。 〃This is waste。 Renege； boy。 I break my own oath。 Renege； and wait！〃
The boy said nothing。
〃Very well。〃 Cort's voice became dry and businesslike。 〃One hour。 And the weapon of your choice。 〃
〃You will bring your stick？〃
〃I always have。〃
〃How many sticks have been taken from you； Cort？〃 Which was tantamount to asking： How many boys have entered the square yard beyond the Great Hall and returned as gunslinger apprentices？
〃No stick will be taken from me today；〃 Cort said slowly。 〃I regret it。 There is only the once； boy。 The penalty for overeagerness is the same as the penalty for unworthiness。 Can you not wait？〃
The boy recalled Marten standing over him； tall as mountains。 〃No。〃
〃Very well。 What weapon do you choose？〃
The boy said nothing。
Cort's smile showed a jagged ring of teeth。 〃Wise enough to begin。 In an hour。 You realize you will in all probability never see the others； or your father； or this place again？〃
〃I know what exile means；〃 he said softly。
〃Go now。〃
The boy went； without looking back。
The cellar of the barn was spuriously cool； dank； smelling of cobwebs and earthwater。 It was lit from the ubiquitous sun； but felt none of the day's heat； the boy kept the hawk here and the bird seemed fortable enough。
David was old； now； and no longer hunted the sky。 His feathers had lost the radiant animal brightness of three years ago； but the eyes were still as piercing and motionless as ever。 You cannot friend a hawk； they said； unless you are a hawk yourself； alone and only a sojourner in the land； without friends or the need of them。 The hawk pays no coinage to morals。
David was an old hawk now。 The boy hoped （or was he too unimaginative to hope？ Did he only know？） that he himself was a young one。
〃Hai；〃 he said softly and extended his arm to the tethered perch。
The hawk stepped onto the boy's arm and stood motionless； unhooded。 With his other hand the boy reached into his pocket and fished out a bit of dried jerky。 The hawk snapped it deftly from between his fingers and made it disappear。
The boy began to stroke David very carefully。 Cort most probably would not have believed it if he had seen it； but Cort did not believe the boy's time had e； either。
〃I think you die today；〃 he said； continuing to stroke。 〃I think you will be made sacrifice； like all those little birds we trained you on。 Do you remember？ No？ It doesn't matter。 After today； I am the hawk。〃
David stood on his arm； silent and unblinking； indifferent to his life or death。
〃You are old；〃 the boy said reflectively。 〃And perhaps not my friend。 Even a year ago you would have had my eyes instead of that little string of meat； isn't it so？ Cortwould laugh。 But if we get close enough 。 。 。 which is it； bird？ Age 。 or friendship？〃
David did not say。
The boy hooded him and found the jesses； which were looped at the end of David's perch。 They left the barn。
The yard behind the Great Hall was not really a yard at all； but only a green corridor whose walls were formed by tangled； thick…grown hedges。 It had been used for the rite of ing of age since time out of mind； long before Cort and his predecessor； who had died of a stab…wound from an overzealous hand in this place。 Many boys had left the corridor from the east end； where the teacher always entered； as men。 The east end faced the Great Hall and all the civilization and intrigue of the lighted world。 Many more had slunk away； beaten and bloody； from the west end； where the boys always entered； as boys forever。 The west end faced the mountains and the hut…dwellers； beyond that； the tangled barbarian forests； and beyond that the desert。 The boy who became a man progressed from darkness and unlearning to light and responsibility。 The boy who was beaten could only retreat； forever and forever。 The hallway was as smooth and green as a gaming field。 It was exactly fifty yards long。
Each end was usually clogged with tense spectators and relatives； for the ritual was usually forecast with great accuracy eighteen was the most mon age （those who had not made their test by the age of twenty…five usually slipped into obscurity as freeholders； unable to face the brutal all…or…nothing fact of the field and the test）。 But on
this day there were none but Jamie； Cuthbert； Allen； and Thomas。 They clustered at the boy's end； gape…mouthed and frankly terrified。
〃Your weapon； stupid！〃 Cuthbert hissed； in agony。 〃You forgot your weapon！〃
〃I have it；〃 the boy said distantly。 Dimly he wondered if the news of this had reached yet to the central buildings； to his mother and Marten。 His father was on a hunt； not due back for weeks。 In this he felt a sense of shame； for he felt that in his father he would have found understanding； if not approval。 〃Has Cort e？〃
〃Cort is here。〃 The voice came from the far end of the corridor； and Cort stepped into view； dressed in a short singlet。 A heavy leather band encircled his forehead to keep sweat from his eyes。 He held an ironwood stick in one hand； sharp on one end； heavily blunted and spatulate on the other。 He began the litany which all of them； chosen by the blind blood of their fathers； had known since early childhood； learned against the day when they would； perchance； bee men。
〃Have you e here for a serious purpose； boy？〃
〃I have e for a serious purpose； teacher。〃
〃Have you e as an outcast from your father's house？〃
〃I have so e； teacher。〃 And would remain outcast until he had bested Cort。 If Cort bested him； he would remain outcast forever。
〃Have you e with your chosen weapon？〃
〃I have so e； teacher。〃
〃What is your weapon？〃 This was the teacher's advantage； his chance to adjust his plan of battle to the sling or the spear or the net。
〃My weapon is David； teacher。〃
Cort halted only briefly。
〃So then have you at me； boy？〃
〃I do。〃
〃Be swift； then。〃
And Cort advanced into the corridor； switching his pike from one hand to the other。 The boys sighed flutteringly； like birds； as their patriot stepped to meet him。
My weapon is David； teacher。
Did Cort remember？ Had he fully understood？ If so； perhaps it was all lost。 It turned on surprise and on whatever stuff the hawk had left in him。 Would he only sit； disinterested； on the boy's arm； while Cort struck him brainless with the ironwood？ Or seek the high； hot sky？
They drew close together； and the boy loosened the hawk's hood with nerveless fingers。 It dropped to the green grass； and the boy halted in his tracks。 He saw Cort's eyes drop to the bird and widen with surprise and slow…dawning prehension。
Now； then。
〃At him！〃 The boy cried and raised his arm。
And David flew like a silent brown bullet； stubby wings pumping once； twice； three times； before crashing into Cort's face； talons and beak searching。
〃Hai！ Roland！〃 Cuthbert screamed deliriously。
Cort staggered backwards； off balance。 The ironwood staff rose and beat futilely at the air about his head。 The hawk was an undulating； blurred bundle of feathers。
The boy arrowed forward； his hand held out in a straight wedge； his elbow locked。
Still； Cort was almost too quick for him。 The bird had covered ninety percent of his vision； but the ironwood came up again； spatulate end forward； and Cort coldbloodly performed the only action that could turn events at that point。 He beat his own face three times； biceps flexing mercilessly。
David fell away； broken and twisted。 One wing flapped at the ground frantically。 His cold； predator's eyes stared fiercely into the teacher's bloody； streaming face。 Cort's bad eye now bulged blindly from its socket。
The boy delivered a kick to Cort's temple； connecting solidly。 It should have ended it； his leg had been numbed by Cort's only blow； but it still should have ended it。 It did not。 For a moment Cort's face went slack； and then he lunged； grabbing for the boy's foot。
The boy skipped back and tripped over his own feet。 He went down asprawl。 He heard； from far away the sound of Jamie's scream。
Cort was up； ready to fall on him and finish it。 He had lost his advantage。 For a moment they looked at each other； the teacher standing over the pupil； with gouts of blood pouring from the left side of his face； the bad eye now closed except for a thin slit of white。 There would be no brothels for Cort this night。
Something ripped jaggedly at the boy's hand。 It was the hawk； David； tearing blindly。 Both wings were broken。 It was incredible that he still lived。
The boy grabbed him like a stone； unmindful of the jabbing； diving beak that was taking the flesh from his wrist in ribbons。 As Cort flew at him； all spread…eagled； the boy threw the hawk upward。
〃Hai！ David！ Kill！〃
Then Cort blotted out the sun and came down atop of him。
The bird was smashed between them； and the boy felt a calloused thumb probe for the socket of his eye。 He turned it； at the same time bringing up the slab of his thigh to block Cort's crotch…seeking knee。 His own hand flailed against the tree of Cort's neck in three hard chops。 It was like hitting ribbed stone。
Then Cort made a thick grunting。 His body shuddered。 Faintly； the boy saw one hand flailing for the dropped stick； and with a jackknifing lunge； he kicked it out of reach。 David had hooked one talon into Cort's right ear。 The other battered mercilessly at the teacher's cheek； making it a ruin。 Warm blood splattered the boy's face； smelling of sheared copper。
Cort's fist struck the bird once； breaking it's back。 Again； and the neck snapped away at a crooked angle。 And still the talon clutched。 There was no ear now； only a red hole tunneled into the side of Cort's skull。 The third blow sent the bird flying； clearing Cort's face。
The boy brought the edge of his hand across the bridge of Cort's nose； breaking the thin bone。 Blood sprayed。
Cort's grasping； unseeing hand ripped at the boy's buttocks and Roland rolled away blindly； finding Cort's stick； rising to his knees。
Cort came to his own knees； grinning。 His face was curtained with gore。 The one seeing eye rolled madly in its socket。 The nose was smashed over to a haunted； leaning angle。 Both cheeks hung in flaps。
The boy held his stick like a baseball player waiting for the pitch。
Cort double…feinted； then came directly at him。
The boy was ready。 The ironwood swung in a flat arc； striking Cort's skull with a dull thudding noise。 Cort fell on his side； looking at the boy with a lazy unseeing expression。 A tiny trickle of spit came from his mouth。
〃Yield or die；〃 the boy said。 His mouth was filled with wet cotton。
And Cort smiled。 Nearly all consciousness was gone； and he wou