Hunting Wild: Blood Blade, #2
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When a king begs a dread boon, dare she refuse him?
Remeya—fosterling and maid-in-waiting to the king's sister—worships the old and forbidden horned god alongside the princess.
Despite the centuries-old taboo, a few believers still perform the rites in secret. And the king quietly tolerates their heresy until Remeya retrieves a cursed sword from its watery grave and bestows it upon him.
As the king's mind unravels into violence, no one near him remains safe, not even his best beloved. Especially not his best beloved.
Fearing for all their lives, Remeya frantically seeks a means of curbing the king's wrath. Appeals to religious authority and personal displays of public piety prove fruitless, while leaving salvation to her god delivers no sign that he will act.
Unless Remeya learns to engage more deeply with her beliefs—beyond obedience, beyond devotion, and into surrender—the princess will lose her head and Remeya her soul.
Hunting Wild is the evocative second tale in the Blood Blade fantasy series. If you enjoy vivid characters, exotic worlds, and intensifying suspense, you'll love this engrossing coming-of-age story by J.M. Ney-Grimm in which a teen girl grapples with how to connect with her god.
Buy Hunting Wild now to forge faith from desperation in the eleventh hour!
EXCERPT FROM HUNTING WILD
The pebbles of the underground stream bed dug into the soles of her feet, and the chill of the shallow water numbed her toes.
The rough surface of the ceiling sloped down, scraping her back, forcing her to bend, to crouch, to curl enough that she caught her balance with her hands in the wet.
The light faded swiftly. Had she gone far enough?
She paused, eyes adjusting.
The glimmering ripples of the spring's source cast dim flickers against the rocks pressing her down.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.M. Ney-Grimm lives with her husband and children in Virginia, just east of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She's learning about zero-carb eating, container gardening, and the discounted benefits of getting vitamin D from exposure to sunlight. The rest of the time she reads Robin McKinley, Diana Wynne Jones, and Lois McMaster Bujold, plays boardgames like Settlers of Catan, rears her twins, and writes stories set in the magical realms of myth, fantasy, and the far future.
Look for her novels and novellas at your favorite bookstore—online or on Main Street.
J.M. Ney-Grimm
J.M. Ney-Grimm lives with her husband and children in Virginia, just east of the Blue Ridge Mountains. She's learning about permaculture gardening and debunking popular myths about food. The rest of the time she reads Robin McKinley, Diana Wynne Jones, and Lois McMaster Bujold, plays boardgames like Settlers of Catan, rears her twins, and writes stories set in her troll-infested North-lands. Look for her novels and novellas at your favorite bookstore—online or on Main Street.
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Hunting Wild - J.M. Ney-Grimm
Hunting Wild
~BLOOD BLADE~
TALE TWO
by J.M. Ney-Grimm
Copyright © 2015 J.M. Ney-Grimm.
Second Edition published July 2022.
Cover art:
Young Victorian Girl
by Anna Yakimova / Dreamstime
Olive Trees and Cloudy Sky
by Didecs / Dreamstime
Spiral Stairs in Castle
by Jeroen Kins / Dreamstime
To someone very dear:
I hold you close
in my thoughts
and my heart
Table of Contents
Hunting Wild
Appendices
Ritual Sacrifice
The Ternion God
Timeline for the North-lands Stories
Bonus Tidbits
Author Bio
More Titles by J.M. Ney-Grimm
Horned Lord, Three in One
Gwirionedd, essence of light and breath.
The heart’s blood of the king draws Gwirionedd—Our Lord—down from heaven into his beast form on earth.
Cummenos, hunter, fell and fallen.
As Cummenos, half-man, half-stag, Our Lord hunts monsters from the lands of earth and the hearts of men, chasing his prey into the bowels of hell.
The enslaved judge, Eoin.
In hell, as Eoin, Our Lord judges evil and metes out its fate.
Gwirionedd, Our Truth.
The womb’s blood of the lady frees Eoin from hell, raising him into heaven to preside as Gwirionedd—Our Lord—again.
Blessed be Our Ternion Lord.
—excerpt from the Thirty Ardanes of the Gedier,
ancient law of the old believers
Hunting Wild
Remeya stared at the table runner, aghast.
How had the princess dared to order this tapestry—of all the choices in the castle chests—placed on the console table? Yet here it lay, ready for the viands that would soon feed the princess’ ladies while they watched the tourney. A forbidden piece of household linen depicting events from a forbidden religion.
That religion had once included ritual human sacrifice, drawing their god down from the sky to cleanse the earth of evil. But it now featured only the pouring of wine and the burying of bread.
The table runner was a magnificent piece of work. If only its subject were more . . . prudent.
Remeya shivered, despite the warmth of the day.
Within the tapestry, did the green leaves of the paradise tree shiver also, stirred by a breath of air unseen amidst the forest in the brocade? Would the drop of dew sliding down the rich red of the pomegranate fall to the sun-dappled flank of the rider’s bay steed? Would the powerful muscles of the stallion’s haunch bunch and thrust both out of the shadows and into the light?
If I look with enough reverence, will I see him? Their horned lord with the head of a stag, the body of a man, and the heart of a god? Their taboo lord, Cummenos. Oh, will I?
Almost, it seemed she might.
The work was that fine. The threads that vivid. The stitches that perfect. She should know. She’d plied a needle more than enough to judge. Her nose wrinkled. She hated doing fancy work.
A burst of cheering interrupted her shocked reverie.
It was a mild, breezy day in late autumn. Remeya stood at the back of the royal box, new built for King Xavo’s tourney, under the shadow of its tented canopy. The resinous scent of raw larch planks mingled with a whiff of dusty grass on moving air. Nine ladies-in-waiting clustered near the front, surveying Castel Baloron’s outer bailey where the knightly bouts went forward. They chattered like a flock of vivid birds.
Plump Lady Corenna, the most stylish of them, fanned herself vigorously. The closer-than-usual fit of her green and gold brocade bodice and the weight of her elaborate skirts made her hot. Remeya stifled a giggle. Corenna thought the way her tight clothing flattened her bust made her look smaller, but the excess flesh had to go somewhere, pushing up above the edge of her ruffled chemise in two rounds more conspicuous than if they’d been covered.
Tall Lady Juneya looked cool and collected in ash blue silk shot with silver thread, her gown and the chemise under it cut in the looser silhouette reminiscent of old-fashioned robes. Lady Juneya had dignity, but somehow Remeya felt more comfortable with her than with jolly Lady Corenna.
Remeya glanced down at her own garb: a pale yellow silk gown embroidered with bronze traceries, fitted enough to be fashionable, but not tight like Lady Corenna’s. A strip of her cream chemise with its cream embroidery showed at the square neck. She loved how the yellow and cream set off her long chestnut hair and her brown eyes. Velvet eyes. That’s what Max had said!
If it weren’t for her youth, she’d seem one of the princess’ ladies. And she did share many of their duties: singing to the Princess Aeliana, fetching for her, carrying messages. But Remeya was a royal fosterling, quite an honor being reared by a princess. And unexpectedly fun.
At least it had been. In the beginning.
Metal clanged on metal as two knights lunged forward in the lists. The crowd roared again.
Hurriedly, Remeya set down the lidded tureen of bisque soup—right atop the paradise tree and the glimpse of Cummenos and his steed, visible between the branches.
There. Now it just looked like a woodland glade. Who would guess that it was the sacred grove where Cummenos rested before his wild hunt?
She descended the stairs at the back of the box to receive the next dish—a compote of orange marmalade dumplings—and ferried it up.
I’ll put this one over the serpent, crushed under the horse’s hoof, and then all the clues will be hidden.
The sweet citrusy smell of the marmalade should be tempting her appetite. It wasn’t. The compote weighed heavily in her hands, filled with enough for the bevy attending the princess. But Remeya didn’t want any.
If only, if only the princess were more timid.
A spurt of temper straightened Remeya’s back as she dodged Bernessa—another fosterling, one year younger than herself—bringing a flagon of chilled wine to the table.
Damn her! Timidity, hell! Maybe a little self-preservation?
Or maybe, whispered the prompt of intuition, Remeya needed to be less entangled with the princess’ choices?
But she’s my fostering chaperon! I should be able to rely on her!
Remeya had been enjoying herself only a moment ago.
The pennants snapped, bright in the stiff breeze. The mood of the crowd—nobles, merchants, page boys, and peasants—fizzed, merry and poised for excitement.
As was I.
She’d bounced and cheered, enjoying the newness of the stands and the royal box, erected specially for this tourney and vivid against the old, soft red stones of Castel Baloron.
She’d waved her handkercher over her head.
Did you see? Did you see him?
she’d demanded of Bernessa, her sister fosterling. Maximo’s footwork was perfect! Amias never even saw that backhand blow till it connected!
What do you know of backhand blows and footwork?
retorted Bernessa. Then she grinned. He is good, isn’t he?
Remeya had returned her attention to the lists. "I’ve