The Heretic – Snippet 01

The Heretic – Snippet 01

The Heretic
Tony Daniel and David Drake

“Yesterday won’t be over until tomorrow and tomorrow began ten thousand years ago.” — William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust

Part One: The Scout


“Bows and muskets, blood and dust — “six-year-old Abel Dashian sing-songed as he played in the yard of the temple storehouse.  The afternoon was hot and humid, and the air was still.

     He jumped from capstone to capstone upon the carved blocks of reddish-yellow stelae that surrounded the storehouse, teetering perilously, gloriously, on the brink of a fall to the hard-packed dirt below.

Teetering, yes — but never quite falling.  Abel knew he would make his next jump, and the next.  He liked that he was good at stuff like this, better than most boys his age.

“Flint and powder, broken bones –”

Nearby was the pile of baggage he was supposed to be watching while his father checked in with the district’s ruling cleric, Prelate Zilkovsky.  Abel and his father had been in Hestinga for several days, having hooked up with a fast caravan to arrive earlier than expected.  His father had used the extra days of leave to acquire a dwelling near the military compound, to find a nanny for Abel, and generally to set up housekeeping.  Abel had gotten to know some of his new neighborhood, but spent most of his time unpacking his cache of personal belongings, including the treasured locks of his dead mother’s hair.

Today was the first official visit Abel’s father had made to the district priest, and custom required that he present his family — which was, in his case, only Abel — when he reported in.  His father, whose name was Joab, had brought along the official deliveries he’d been charged with transporting from the capital to Hestinga.

The day before, Abel had finally given in to his curiosity, pulled back the large reed mat that covered the stack of items in a corner of the common room at his home, and taken peek at this material.  He had no idea what most of it was, but he had noticed a basket full of blank papyrus scrolls.  Abel loved to draw, and spent a few moments lusting after them.  Then he’d turned his attention to a carefully wrapped case with something hard bound within in it — carefully wrapped, but not so hard to open, even for smaller fingers.  The case revealed a shiny new set of obsidian sacrificing knives.  His father had walked in from watering the donts and caught him just before Abel made the major mistake of touching one of the knives.

“These were sent to the district prelate by the Abbot of Lindron himself,” his father said.  “How do you think it would look if Zilkovsky found a bunch of finger prints all over them?”

Seeing Abel’s downcast eyes, his father had taken pity upon him and given Abel one of his old throwing knives as a consolation prize.  Abel had spent a happy afternoon practicing with it against a wooden post.

Today, Abel had been put in charge of watching over this baggage while his father went in to make his initial presentation, and he was determined to keep himself away from the sacrificing knives, which he still longed to play with.

I want to see one of those knives split papyrus, Abel thought. A friend back in Lindron had seen a prelate do that once with an obsidian blade. No.  Absolutely cannot touch. Father will whip me ragged.

So he’d looked around for something to distract him, and soon noticed an interesting picture that was carved on the sides of the standing stones that ringed a nearby large building.  He’d wandered over to see what it was.

A carnadon.  A dangerous river beast.  And a really good likeness, too.  Carnadons were Abel’s favorite animals.

The carnadon carved on these stelae was a symbol the priesthood liked to use — he’d seen it near all the holy sites in Lindron — but he wasn’t exactly sure what it meant.

Each stela had a carnadon relief carving on it, and who could resist climbing up on top and jumping from stone to stone to get away from them?

Not Abel Dashian, that was for sure.

Each of the roughhewn stone uprights was rectangular, flat on top, and wide enough for a boy to stand squarely upon with a couple of steps to spare.  They were squat, planted deep into the sandy ground, rising to about the height of a tall man’s chest.  The gap between the stelae was perhaps a stride and a half, which was a length that Abel could span with a jump — barely.

“I’m the one you’ll never catch,” he chanted and leaped through the air.  He landed on the next stone, took a stutter step, and leaped again, continuing the ancient jingle, a song his mother had sung to him on the cradleboard and then, because he often requested it, through the years up until her death.  “I’m the one who catches you.”

Land on a stone top, leap, land, and leap again.

“You don’t scare me, carnadon.  Beer and barley, lead and copper, I’m the Carnadon Man!”

Abel pretended he was crossing the River at one of its rare fording points and must leap from rock to rock to avoid being snatched and eaten.  The carnadons lived in hunting packs thick along the river banks near the wide spots in the water’s flow.  River carnadons were creatures horned with scale. They walked about on land with small legs, but in the water they possessed a powerful swimming tail.  Their main feature however, at least by Abel’s lights, was a large mouth equipped with a jaw on a flexible hinge that could open wide and swallow a young boy whole.

Abel was both terrified and spellbound by River carnadons.  When he’d lived in Garangipore as a very young child, one of his first memories was of watching from the terrace porch of the officer’s residence where his family dwelled as carnadons wallowed on the riverbank below.  Then in Lindron, his father had taken him to see the Great Tabernacle moats, which were full of well-fed carnadons kept by the high priests as pets.

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16 Responses to The Heretic – Snippet 01

  1. Anonymouse says:

    Best belated Christmas present ever, Drak.

  2. Et1swaw aka Rob says:

    A new Raj Whitehall novel!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    If we get really lucky maybe they’ll reprint the General series and the three follow-on novels!! It would be great to get my hands on them again.

    THANKS for everything Drak!!!!!!!


  3. “Hestinga” is Hastings. This appears to be a new world. Or am I forgetting something?

  4. Scott says:

    I’m glad David Drake has continued this series. Thanks Drak for the work you do preparing and posting snippets. I’ll deffenetly be picking this one up.

  5. RichardK says:

    I wonder what they sacrifice with the knives??

  6. Scott says:

    Bet it’s people. It’s a Drake novel afterall, he tends to borrow from history. Now, did the Egyptians practice human sacrifice? It’s been over 20 years since my history lessons.

    • azazel says:

      The Egyptians practiced human sacrifice during the predynastic period and the First Dynasty. The tombs of several kings of that era (they were not yet called pharaohs) are surrounded by smaller tombs of sacrificed servants and retainers. However, this practice stopped abruptly at the beginning of the Second Dynasty. There is no evidence of human sacrifice thereafter, except for very rare killings of enemy prisoners during execration rituals, and even that seems no longer to have occurred by the New Kingdom. So unless the world of this story is based on predynastic or very early dynastic Egypt, or unless the circumstances are so dire as to warrant the revival of an execration ritual involving the killing of humans, the priests would most likely use the knives on animals or effigies.

  7. However, the religion could be based on North American urban civilizations prior to the Spanish invasions.

  8. JeffM says:

    Drak–how often will you be snippeting this? Thanks!

    My next question is just where the artifact is that zaps Abel… ;)

  9. JeffM says:

    “…having hooked up with a fast caravan…”

    “Hooked up”? Seems that someone is having problems avoiding contemporary vernacular. Probably “major mistake” as well.

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