Its been an eternity since I wrote a short story, much has happened. I have decided to start writing some again. this is the first one for our new Setting Beyond the Black Sea, due to be released May or June. Its a Sword and Sorcery setting built on the Dark Stars System.
This flash fiction is the first story in the setting, and I hope to write more.
The Statue
Ivar didn’t know the woman. Her wry smile
and flashing eyes, curly black hair spoke of a Stygian or Canaanite. She had
bronze skin; her dark lips maybe had a Pictish origin. “Ummm Ten silver ingots
no more Cimmerian she coughed. The guttural sound was odd and didn’t at all
match her features of the language of Canaan. Ivar, a simple man from north
east of the Black Sea, was standing at least a foot above her, holding the tusk
of a mammoth in his brawny hands. His short black hair, ice blue eyes clean
shaven face and smooth tanned skin gave away his origins all too plainly.
Clearly she meant to cheat him, ivory of this quality hacked from the living
skull of a Mammoth was worth far more than ten silver ingots. “I can make this
into a fine carved idol of your god Baal for you, or a statue or some other
precious item. I know that this is worth ten times the amount you say woman.
Give me a fair price I wish to drink and eat.”
“You foolish brute, I would not think a
Northman such as yourself would be capable of carving anything. You don’t even
have cloths. But, should you carve this for me and attend to some other vices
of mine. I will give you 500 ingots of silver.” Her brown eyes flashed and she
licked her lips tussled her hair trying to distract the Cimmerian. “My name is
Lilania and I hold power in this city, the next time you call me woman I will
cut out your tongue.”
Lilania lead the Cimmerian away through
narrow alleys until she arrived at a large mud brick building with white lime
wash, and a parapet with a ladder made of sturdy timber fixed to the wall. She
quickly climbed the ladder her yellow and red chiton hitched up to the side
exposing her thighs and calves. Her top was yellow with red geometric designs
and around her neck she wore the symbol of Baal Alaakum the god of the city,
two gold disks with a crescent above. The Cimmerian climbed, his loin cloth
made of fur and his bundle of skins slung across his back. The crystal dagger
in his girdle and large two edge sword made of hardened bronze on his back. He
mounted the top of the parapet and saw the woman opening a trap door in the
flat roof. “Thieves abound in this city, especially trying to rob me of my
trade goods.” Welcome to my home and place of business.
The room was large at least ten paces
across. The floor was covered with fine carpets made of wool or flax the
Cimmerian could not tell. A fire burned in a spherical hearth made of bronze.
All around were metal items, bronze mirrors, silver goblets, copper ingots
stacked high in a crate. A bubbling weird black iron cauldron hissed and
popped. Her slaves were here too a small Canaanite woman with short cut brown
hair and green eyes worked some form loom, a beautiful Galli woman with long
braided light brown hair and blue eyes was skilfully painting a vase in swirls,
circles and braids of her homeland far to the west, a large black skinned Dogon
man, his tribal marking and proud features marked him as a warrior of ten years,
he was a long way from the Barbary and was probably the bodyguard of the merchant.
The wealth of the merchant was staggering.
Gold and gems adorned the alter of Baal. So
much metal the Cimmerians eyes widened at the site of it. “Come Cimmerian I
will show you my workshop”
Lilania lead Ivar through to another
adjoining smaller room in this room the roof was more open, he could see the
sky. A granite forge with bronze tools was arrayed before him, along with many
other benches and work-spaces. The woman grabbed wet clay and skillfully
fashioned a statue of Baal. Carefully etching in the geometric magical symbols,
the priests revered. She carefully and patently showed the Cimmerian every
aspect of the statue he was to carve.
“See Cimmerian, like this the symbols must
be perfect.” She coughed.
“I understand Lilania, I will carve the idol
for you”
Ivar began his work the next day after
eating a meal of dried fish, bread and an apple prepared by the young Canaanite
slave girl Leeta. He began clearing his work area and selecting tools, so many
good fine bronze tools for him to work with. He took his time examining the dry
statue and began to find the form within the mammoth tusk.
Ivar had been working for a week now, the
statue was lifelike, taking the form of Baal. Lilania had been pleased and been
more friendly with Ivar. The Cimmerian learned that she had a Pictish mother
and father of mixed blood who had lived for a long time. She herself was over
one hundred years old and looked barely thirty. She knew sorcerer and numbers
and that was her main trade, as a seer and necromancer she had learned Stygian
secrets. He found a charm in her raspy husky voice. The Cimmerian enjoyed the
company of the slave girl from Gaul. Her culture had many similarities with his
own, but she was far more artful and skilled in painting and drawing. A few times
she had helped him with the carving outlining the runes for him. He learned
some of the local languages quickly, in the house they mostly spoke Canaanite,
but used a few Pictish, Gaelic and Stygian words.
The next week was the slow finishing of the
statue, rubies, silver gold and orichalcum were added carefully as inlays. The
idol took on a life of its own now, the artwork impersonating the god. Ivar was
please and showed Lilania, she viewed it shrewdly carefully examining it and
squinting her eyes.
“This is good, who would think a barbarian
from the wilds could handle tools with such skill and make such an item as
this.” Lilania then took the idol wrapped it up, produced a pouch of some
silver ingots. Now, lets see how you fight. I suspect the guards of the
merchant that I will sell this too will try to take it. He is a dirty Sygian
from far away. If I give this motion, she placed her hand on her forehead you
and Enlu will attack his guards. “Do you understand Cimmerian?” she coughed “I
understand, my name is Ivar and you know that witch.” His muscled had tensed at
the insult, and then she saw that she was playing again, which she did with all
the people she met. “I will deal with the merchant” she said, and the servants
and his house will be mine. But maybe he will pay the price I asked and we will
not need to use your Barbarian skills.
The dust had been kicked up the wind as
they walked down the street, the Cimmerian noticed that many of the people of
the town shut their doors as the woman walked towards them. They obvisly were
afraid of the sorcerer. Ivar had seen no evidence of magic or sorcery except
the many idles and items she carried. The statue was wrapped in a fine red
cloth, of exception weave.
The house they approached was similar to her
other houses didn’t have holes in the roof, what made these ones different. As
if to answer his question, Lilania explained “Long ago, the town was Pictish
and this was the method of construction, we had no laws to govern our
behaviour, my fathers father came her and taught them how to forge bronze. The
town grew up around us, the house we are going to is another ancient, he came
from the east some thousand years ago. The Picts he lived with are all dead,
but his descendants remain. He comes from Lemuria, and you will see why he may
betray us soon enough. Don’t be afraid Cimmerian, there are far worse than he
in this world.”
All three of them climbed the ladder
quickly, Lilania kicked the trap door pounding on it with her boot. Ivar saw
that she had a obsidian dagger in her belt carved in strange Stygian symbols.
Enlu had a two short stone bronze spear and a shield of cow hide and wood on
his back. The trap door was opened and they descended into the house, this one
had walls covered in crude paintings of aurox, horses and crocodiles. A fire
was burning in a stone hearth. The merchant had five Pictish warriors, their
stone spears and hides covered their small broad frames. The Lemurian was
strange his yellow skin and long blonde hair and red eyes and tall conical
elongated skull gave him a grim appearance. His delicate frame was almost
insect like in its movements. He stooped, towering over the Picts though his
bones appeared far more delicate, a human of a bygone age. The Cimmerian
wondered what things he had seen in his long life, and if he knew that he would
meet his fate at the hands of the Canaanite witch.
“Lilania, I see you have a new guard with
you. Did you bring me what I asked for this time, or cheep trinkets?” The
Lemurians serpentine tone and soothing voice showed confidence in his position,
a mistake because the Cimmerian had already planned to kill the first two
Picts, as soon as the signal was given. He was already inching his way subtly
forward to swords reach. The sword was on his hip this time.
Lilania revealed the statue, and the
Lemurian shrewdly reviewed it, she turned it over in her hands rolling her
fingers across it.
“Lilania you have outdone yourself this
time, this looks like it may match my specifications however. I must see if it
is accepted into the ritual you understand of course.”
She gave a little nod of head, and handed
him the statue which he then placed on an alter which had a cloth of a red gold
metal. The Cimmerian had never seen such a wonder, how could you make a weave
from metal?
He lifted up a strange green bag and
affixed a bracelet to his wrist. He spoke magical words and viewed the bracelet
light flighted on the bracelet in many colours. A strange voice came out of the
bracelet speaking a weird language.
“We have an agreement; the navigator agrees
it will serve my purpose. I shall give you 1 ton of black earth from my farms,
and the seeds of the future. Plant them and feed the people of Canaan for
10,000 years.”
“We have an agreement Shu, let us drink
wine and eat the flesh of birds.”
The two sorcerers drank wine from strange goblets.
The Barbarian could see through the walls of the goblet to the liquid within.
Never had he seen such a thing. What wonders did these sorcerers have, the
strange devices and knowledge.
He had travelled far in all his days, seen
the great city of Zar’Grim, Sailed the agean, learned of the existence of many
metals including the ancient Atlantean metals of Steel and Orichalcum, but the
wonders in that ancient Pictish room he dreamed of for many days.