Board :Tales of the People
Author :Archon Iyagi
Subject :"The Value of a Life" by Sommar
Date :6/5
"The Value of a Life"

There was no way out tonight for either of us.

Dusk had come and gone, quicker than an arrow through its
target. Now, here we two were, stranded in the dark on a
narrow rocky outcrop.

I'd stalked the man through the wilderness, through forests
and across plains. He was wanted in the kingdoms for murder,
and there was a hefty price on his head. The crude drawing of
him on the bounty sheet, affixed to the city wall, had caught
my eye.

I'd seen this man, and recently. He was a vagrant who'd found
work as a shepherd. I tracked him like a wolf to a sheep. When
he finally saw me, he ran.

And now, unfortunately, the *real* wolves were here... twenty
feet below us, circling and howling.

He was caught, and he knew it. He threw every curse at me that
you could imagine. His eyes shone in the darkness, ten feet
away. They were wet with tears.

"Let me go," he pleaded. "I didn't do anything."

"You didn't kill a man?" I asked, catching my breath.

He didn't respond except to spit at the wolves below.

I was in a dangerous position, and I was doing all that I
could not to let that show. The man was a foot taller than me
and certainly stronger. The night was young, too: soon,
fatigue would set in and he could easily overpower me. And the
wolves seemed to be multiplying.

I had to act with haste. Using the dark to my advantage, my
fingers deftly knotted the rope at the side of my pack. The
man could sense that something had shifted, and I could hear
him press his back to the wall.

I kicked a stone with my foot past him to draw his attention
away. As he turned, a dark blur against the inky night, I
flicked my wrist. The rope sailed through the air, coiling
itself around the man and tightening as I pulled.

The more he struggled, the tighter the knot became. He cursed.

I coiled the rest of the rope around a sturdy protruding rock
and crouched, keeping my distance. The man finally stopped and
sank to his knees in silence.

It was going to be a long night.

I wasn't going to speak. It would do me no good to give away
anything about myself. I needed to let the man wear himself
down so that at dawn's first light, I could get him with
minimal resistance to the nearest city and collect the bounty.

Hours seemed to pass before he spoke. His voice was hoarse,
cutting through the howls below.

"It was an accident. The man I killed. I caught him stealing
sheep. I'd be blamed for the loss. We fought. I hit him... too
hard. When I saw what happened to his head... I ran. And I'm
tired of running," he said.

His breath came in hitches. "I knew nothing of him. And yet I
took everything from him. And that's how I'll always be known
now. As a murderer."

I listened, thinking. He sounded remorseful, truly. I knew a
grim fate likely awaited him. Did he deserve that?

It wasn't for me to decide. I was neither judge nor jury. I
was but a conduit for what had been done, and what would be
done.

The man was beginning to wheeze. "The ropes...," he managed to
say.

They'd become too tight. It was cutting off his air. I wasn't
going to have his death by suffocation be on my hands. Still,
I hesitated. Could this be a ploy?

The man's candor, his openness, rang true for me. I eased
myself up and over, loosening the knot just enough for his
breathing to ease. I retreated to my nook of the outcrop and
stared out at the night, willing dawn to come.

Before I knew it, weariness had taken hold. I began to drift,
the baying of the wolves a strangely soothing song.

"I'm ready for it," I heard the man say as my eyes closed.
"For what has to happen."

I awoke at sunrise to see the rope had slackened, trailing off
over the edge. The man was gone.

But the wolves remained.

- Sommar