Destiny's Savage Heart by danceswithgary (Part 1 of 2)

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Title: Destiny's Savage Heart (Part 1 of 2)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 21,492
Cover: Cover #2
Summary: The sky. The sea. Their destiny.

Written for the 2007 SV Harlequin Challenge

Notes: This story is very loosely based on the legends surrounding the colonization of Roanoke Island, Virginia in the late 1600's and my interpretation of Native American culture of the period. The language I chose to use for the Croatan tribe is Virginian Algonquin, with variations that could be expected in a local dialect or when trading with Ojibwe or Abenaki tribes.

Many thanks to cinderella81 and hoperoy for providing a much-needed sanity check and excellent feedback on the storyline and my love to my husband , the beta that would not let me get away with the first ending I wrote.



Destiny's Savage Heart

by danceswithgary

Chapter One

Late October 1584, just off the coast of the Virginias

"Land ho!"

Everyone within hearing on the deck of the sailing vessel looked up at the redhead perched high in the rigging. Turning to the direction the slight figure pointed, First Mate Jack Turner nodded, catching sight of the thin sliver of land spotted by the boy. Singling out one of the crew, he issued an order. "You there, Briggs! Get below and tell Captain Barlowe that we've sighted land." Satisfied that he would be obeyed without delay, Turner began to raise his hand to beckon to the boy high above his head. The gesture was interrupted by a whistling thunder that grew louder each second. Looking up, Turner's eyes widened as he watched the sky rain fire down on the helpless ship and the surrounding sea. The panicked cries of the crew were barely audible over the roar of the flaming pieces of rock and the hissing that rose as the ocean boiled.

As quickly as it started, the onslaught from the heavens ceased. The crew extinguished several small fires onboard while Turner hurried to report to the captain as he emerged from his cabin below. "Captain Barlowe, sir. We've had some difficulty with...fires..., sir."

"Are they out? Did we sustain any damage?"

"They've been put out, sir, and I don't believe we will have any trouble because of them."

"Good, that's what I like to hear." Surveying his vessel in satisfaction, Barlowe inquired, "Did I hear something about land being sighted before all this started?"

"Yes, sir. Young Alex spotted it." Turner's eyes rose automatically to the rigging where he'd last seen the boy. He gasped as he saw the smoking hole in the canvas, just above Alex's last position, and the charred ends of the rope that no longer held him safely aloft.

Mid-Autumn 1584, Roanoke Island, The Virginias

"Jacykeme!"

The tall, broad-shouldered man pushed his way through the undergrowth, frantically trying to reach the woman who had called for him. "Mausi! I'm coming!"

"I'm here, Jacykeme! Come see what I found!"

Emerging onto the sandy beach, Jacykeme saw his wife kneeling by a large, shiny boulder. He hurried to her, worried that the burning thunder rocks that fell from the sky might have injured her. "Mausi, are you hurt?"

The woman looked up and shook her head, her long braid falling forward to curve along her full breasts. "No, I'm fine. Look at who I found after the fire stopped falling into the water." Still on her knees, she reached out her hand and coaxed a young boy from his hiding place behind the boulder. "Come, little one. Come out so Jacykeme can see you." Her soft voice and smile drew the black-haired child out of the shadows and into her waiting arms. "Isn't he beautiful, Jacykeme?"

Squatting down, Jacykeme studied the boy who appeared to be about five years old. He caught his breath in surprise as the boy raised his head from his wife's shoulder and stared at him with leaf-green eyes. Jacykeme had never seen eyes so brightly colored before and he knew the boy was not of their tribe nor of any of the others they traded with on occasion. "Mausi, his eyes. They are brighter than the holly leaves. I don't understand. Where did he come from and how did he get here?"

Mausi stood, carrying the naked boy on her hip, tucked under her deerskin mantle for warmth. Looking into her husband's eyes, she pointed up. "He came from the sky, Jacykeme. He is a gift from Kitcki Manitou, the god of the winds." Pushing back her mantle, she pointed to boy's chest a few inches above his heart. "See, he's been marked by the Great Spirit."

Jacykeme ran his fingers over the jet-black tattoo borne by the small boy. It was smooth, unlike the tattoos worn by some of the tribe. Those were raised and the ashes used to mark the skin did not make such clear lines. "It is Kitchi Manitou's mark, I see it." He looked into his wife's face in puzzlement. "Did he fly down here?"

Covering the boy again, Mausi patted the face of the rock next to them. Jacykeme could see it was smooth, smoother than the wooden bowls he had carved and polished for Mausi. "It opened, and he came out, like a *pineshish* from an egg."

"Like an egg." Jacykeme touched the dark curls on the boy's head and was rewarded with a shy smile. "Maybe someday he will learn to fly."

"He is ours now, Jacykeme, our son given to us after all these years without a child." Mausi's voice was firm, brooking no argument from her husband. Jacykeme simply nodded. He was not going to go against both the Great Spirit's and his wife's will in the matter. After all, he too had longed for a son for many years, grieving each time their babies died in Mausi's womb.

Alerted by the boy's vigorous squirms, Mausi set him down on the sand, thinking he needed to relieve himself. Instead, he scampered down the beach, surprising his new parents with his speed. Jacykeme ran after him, Mausi following as quickly as she could. They rounded a dune to find the boy kneeling next to a sand-covered lump just above the waterline. It looked like the body of an older boy that had been in the water long enough to bleach the skin white and rub away all its hair. "Boy, come here. Don't touch that!" chided Mausi, afraid the child would become ill from the rotting corpse. She tried to pull him away, only to be startled by his strength. "No, it will make you sick. Stop!"

Jacykeme carefully rolled the dead boy over to see if he recognized him and jumped back in shock when a low groan issued from slack lips. Mausi's new son pulled his mother closer before dropping her hand and kneeling at the side of his treasure. His small golden hand stroked a pallid cheek, tracing a gentle line past auburn eyebrows and then up to cradle the naked crown. A lighter red, the drowned boy's eyelashes fluttered open at the touch and Jacykeme was surprised to see eyes the color of the sky looking back at them. Looking up at Mausi, Jacykeme shook his head in wonder. "Two sons in one day?"

Her smile left him breathless. "We have been blessed with one from the sky and one from the sea." Picking up the younger, she urged her husband to carry the elder. "Let's take them home."

The sweet sound of a child's laughter lifted the quiet calm of the forest. "Itahu! Hurry up! You run too slowly." The noisy younger boy, who had been standing about twenty yards ahead, turned and scampered back down the trail to tug impatiently on his elder brother's arm. Any watcher would have been surprised at how starkly the warm golden skin on the smaller hand contrasted with pale flesh that had inspired the name, White Stone.

Laughing at his brother's antics, Itahu grabbed him under his arms and swung him around in a circle until his giggles turned into hiccups. "Isn't it better to fly, K'El?" Setting him down again, the two staggered like drunkards until the world stopped spinning, and then dropped to the ground holding their sides that ached from laughter. Reaching out a long, lean arm, Itahu ruffled the ebony hair before using his fingers to comb the soft waves back from adoring green eyes. "That's what happens when you don't slow down, Kitchi Elsu. I make you fly just like your namesake, like a brave falcon flying through the clouds, or maybe just a dizzy one."

Itahu preferred to use a shortened version of his brother's name, unlike his parents who insisted on using the full name. K'El liked Itahu's name for him because it was close to the word K'El used for himself before he learned to speak the Hatteras language. Eyes pale as the sky crinkled in amusement as K'El jumped up and tugged on Itahu's hand, urging him to his feet. "Enough, I want to see if anything is in the new traps."

Giving in gracefully, Itahu rose and followed his eager guide, who had run ahead once more. "Wait for me, K'El, I'm coming." Despite the chill in the early spring air, the younger boy wore nothing but his breechcloth and moccasins while Itahu shivered under his mantle of turkey feathers and wished he were back at the longhouse with Mausi, carving by the fire. He sometimes thought he would never be warm enough again, always feeling chilled since he had lost all of his hair last fall. At night, pulling K'El against him under his mantle helped as the boy gave off heat like the embers of the night hearth. Pulling his mantle closer, Itahu began to run, hoping the exercise would help warm him until he was able to hold K'El close again.

Darting back out to the trailhead, K'El waved his hand and shouted, "It worked, Itahu! Come see the fat *waboose*!" Itahu smiled at his brother's enthusiasm and followed closely until they reached the first trap. It held a dead rabbit, still a little lean from poor winter foraging but large enough to fill Mausi's stew pot tonight. K'El held the body still while Itahu unwound the sinew he had used for the snare so that he could reset it a few yards away. K'El chattered happily while Itahu finished his task. "Mausi will be happy with this one, Itahu. Its fur is soft and maybe she will use it for her new mantle."

Smiling at K'El's excitement, Itahu stood and headed for the next trap. He was pleased that the changes he had made worked. Jacykeme had taught him how to make and set the simple snares, but Itahu had arranged the sinews and flexible strips of wood differently and the result was fewer animals escaping when they touched the edges of the trap. Itahu had counted and with the new traps, he was catching four animals where Jacykeme would have caught three. As he hiked in the spring mud mixed with snow, Itahu considered another change he could try when he returned to the village. A snarl a few feet away brought his head up quickly to see K'El standing over the next trap, where a red fox was struggling. "K'El, careful!"

"It's a mother *wagosh*, Itahu. She has babies somewhere." K'El frowned as he watched the fox writhe, her rear paw caught fast by the snare. "Jacykeme said we should try not to kill the mothers who have babies waiting for them."

Itahu nodded as he stopped beside his brother. "I'll try to free her. Stand on the other side and distract her." As K'El moved as he requested, Itahu squatted and reached for the vixen's paw. She whined and snapped at him, leaving one finger slashed and bloody. K'El, worried that his brother would be bitten again, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck in a move almost too fast to be seen. "Good, hold her carefully, K'El." Itahu made short work of the slip snare and the paw was soon free. "Toss her gently, over into that snowbank. I don't want to be bitten again in thanks."

Standing, Itahu examined his wound with a frown. K'El pulled his arm down so he could watch Itahu's torn skin knit itself back together, leaving no sign of injury after the blood was wiped away. Relieved green eyes smiled up at Itahu. "Mausi says you are special like me and that's why we are brothers, even though I came from the sky and you came from the sea."

Never able to resist his brother's sweet face, the first face he set eyes on after his rebirth from the sea, Itahu flashed his own grin. "That's right, K'El. We were meant to be together." Bending over to hug the boy, who had grown to the size of an eight-year-old in just a few months, Itahu murmured into silky hair, "We will be as one, always."

"Mausi, see how many *odeimin* we picked?"

Glancing around the hide she had been working in the warm sunshine, Mausi smiled at her youngest son. "I'm sure there would have been more in the basket, Kitchi Elsu, if you hadn't dropped them along the trail as you ran." Taking the basket from the laughing boy, she wet a finger to wipe away the red juice the early strawberries had left on the side of his mouth. "And if you hadn't eaten most of them as you picked," she chided gently, knowing his insatiable appetite.

"I rescued most of the fallen berries, Mausi, before the birds could fly away with them." Itahu strolled up to his mother with a smile. "I couldn't get lost because K'El left me a sweet trail to follow." Handing his basket over, he reached out to tickle his skinny brother who ran away, giggling as Itahu chased him around the longhouse.

Shaking her head fondly at the joyful noise, Mausi carried the baskets into the longhouse before returning to her scraping. She enjoyed the warm spring air, pleased that she could discard her winter mantle and move freely, wearing only her fringed skirt and moccasins. She wanted to finish the deer hide that day so she could make Kitchi Elsu new moccasins, again. He'd grown out of his at an alarming rate during the seven moons he had lived with them, his size now that of an eleven-year-old. She was glad Itahu did not grow as fast, or she would spend all of her time preparing hides for new clothing.

"And what are you smiling about, my *hurit wikimak*?" Jacykeme peered over the top of the softened hide and smiled gently at the woman he had just called his beautiful wife, presenting her with a blue flower he had picked in the forest. He liked to bring her the flowers her name suggested whenever he could, enjoying the quietly pleased looks she returned.

"Our sons make me happy, Jacykeme. Just as you do." She tucked the flower into her hair, her eyes crinkling in pleasure. "It's hard to believe they have not even been with us a year and know so much already. They speak as well as any elder and are strong and brave. The sky and the sea have blessed us more than I ever hoped."

Jacykeme came around the stretched hide to hold his wife in his arms. "Yes, Mausi. It was a good day when they came to us." Placing a quick kiss on the top of her head, he laughed. "Even if our sky child does eat more than two men."

"I need to wash at the stream, Itahu. Come with me." K'El handed the second brace of fat rabbits to Mausi and clapped a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I stink after chasing these wabooses through the brush."

Itahu pretended to sniff with an exaggerated scowl. "You smell worse than a *shigak*! Did one raise its striped tail at you when you ran past?" Laughing at his own joke, Itahu took the bowl of soft soap Mausi offered, along with a soft piece of hide, and began to back away from his odorous sibling.

"I don't stink that badly!" K'El pretended to be offended at the thought and stood frowning with his hands crossed across his chest, imitating the way Jacykeme posed when he was angry.

"Just go and get clean, you silly boy." Mausi swatted at K'El as he danced out of reach, making sure she did not injure herself on his impervious skin. "You're both in my way with all your foolishness."

The two boys trotted away from the village, K'El keeping his pace down to match Itahu's so that he did not tire too quickly. K'El loved to run. Grown to the height of a thirteen-year-old boy, he was the swiftest runner in the village and was able to catch deer as well as rabbits without spear or snare, chasing them down until he was able to grab them and break their necks with single twist of his strong hands. His contribution to his family's larder was well appreciated and Mausi was kept busy curing the furs and hides from his frequent hunts. There were so many, Mausi had to ask for help from Lomasi, a young girl whose parents had died when the thundering rock, *pajackok asinine* fell from the sky. She lived with her aunt, but was happy to spend time with Mausi, singing quiet songs as she scraped the hides. There would be many furs and hides ready for trading at the end of summer, when the Hatteras tribe would meet with the neighboring tribes of Croatan and Powhatan.

Reaching the stream, K'El waded out until he was in the deepest part before ducking beneath the clear running water. Itahu watched from the bank as K'El regained his feet, his braid dripping water down his long lean back and legs. Removing his breechcloth, he dipped it into the water, rinsing the sweat and dirt from it before tossing it to Itahu to spread over a nearby bush to dry in the sun. Setting the bowl of soap down on a flat rock, Itahu mimicked K'El's action, cleaning his own soft deerskin and setting it out to dry before collecting a handful of soft soap and wading out to meet K'El.

By the time Itahu came up next to him, K'El had removed the sinew from his braid and was combing through the dark waves with his fingers so Itahu could wash it for him. It hung down to the middle of his back, growing as fast as his body had been in the ten moons since he had come down from the sky. Itahu found it hard to remember the small boy whose head had only reached the middle of his thigh when he looked at K'El who now stood as high as his eighteen-year-old shoulder. The tribe happily accepted the fast-growing sky child who was more than most men, just as they marveled at Itahu's pale skin and lack of hair. The men and women of the village knew they had been fortunate on the day the thunder's rock fell and left the gift of two sons of Kitcki Manitou.

"Come here *niwikanis*, and let me see if I can find my brother under all that dirt and stench," teased Itahu. He added water to the soap in his hand to create a lather before beginning to work it into the silken locks he loved to touch. K'El used some of the soap to clean himself thoroughly, being sure not to miss the creases where his sweat had gathered to mix with dirt and dust. At a signal from Itahu, he ducked under the water again, allowing the stream to carry away the soap and grime from his body and hair. Standing back up, he laughed as he shook his head, spattering Itahu with drops of water. "Very funny." Itahu pretended to be offended by K'El's joke. "Now it's my turn." He began to wade back to the bank for more soap so that he could clean himself.

"Let me, Itahu." K'El splashed past Itahu and returned with a handful of soap. Smiling, Itahu stood with his arms outstretched so his brother could rub the lather over the smooth skin that many of the village wanted to touch for luck. He basked in the warm sun with his eyes closed enjoying his brother's ministrations, the careful strokes sending pleasant shivers through him. By the time K'El had cleaned Itahu's head and shoulders and began to scrub his lightly-freckled torso, his member had grown heavy and thick with arousal. This condition did not surprise either boy; they had often seen the other males in the village touching themselves whenever they felt the need, either by themselves or with each other.

K'El gently stroked the Itahu's hard length with the remaining soap in his hands, until Itahu took over the rhythm. He knew K'El would be afraid that he might injure Itahu by mistake, so he held K'El's hand to teach him the right speed and how tightly to grip. Soon, Itahu felt the rising warmth and moaned deeply as his seed splashed hot against K'El's chest and stomach. His head dropped to K'El's shoulder as he panted through his pleasure and their movements slowed, Itahu releasing K'El's hand as he became too sensitive to continue. K'El sluiced Itahu's seed from his body as he waited for him to recover. "When will mine do that, Itahu? It feels good to touch myself, but it is not hard like yours." He lifted his own member and stroked it, but it remained limber and unchanged.

"I'm sure it will be soon, K'El. You have grown so fast you'll soon be taller than me and probably bigger when you do get hard." Itahu smiled at his impatient brother, who could not wait to be a man. "You will know when you are ready." Rinsing himself a final time, he lead K'El from the water to the bank of the stream, where they sat on flat rocks to dry in the sun. Settling K'El between his legs, Itahu combed the tangles from his hair with his fingers before braiding it, securing it with a twist of sinew. K'El leaned back against Itahu's chest and hummed quietly, content to bask in the sun and the love of his brother.

Chapter Two

K'El stayed close to Itahu's side as they hurried through the early autumn encampment. The meeting place for the tribes was crowded with more people than K'El had ever seen before and he was afraid he would lose sight of Itahu despite his own height and Itahu's unique coloring. "Where are we going, Itahu? Why has Jacykeme sent us to see the Eluwilussit, the holy one for the Croatan?"

"Jacykeme said she asked to meet the child of the sky and the child of the sea that everyone is talking about and when a holy one asks, everyone must listen and obey." Itahu stopped to try to see the wigwam that was set up for Eluwilussit. He had been told to look for the spirit symbol painted on the side with red clay. Failing to locate it, he stopped a young man passing nearby. "Do you know where the holy one is sitting?"

The light hair and gray eyes of the man were as startlingly different as K'El's or Itahu's as most of the people surrounding them had dark brown eyes and hair. He frowned as he examined the two boys on the edge of manhood. Both tall and well-muscled, they were a striking pair, one pale as the moon with no hair to be seen, the other golden with hair as black as night. "Why are you looking for Eluwilussit? She is old and doesn't talk to strangers."

"We were told to come to her wigwam as soon as possible," Itahu explained. Used to the deference he and K'El received from the Hattaras, Itahu was becoming frustrated at the delay and the rudeness of the Croatan. "We are the sons of Kitcki Manitou brought to the Hatteras tribe on the day of the thundering rocks." Reacting to the thinly-veiled hostility, K'El placed himself in front of Itahu, prepared to defend him from any attack.

Stepping back in surprise, the young man bowed his head in a quick apology. "I am known as Wemilat. Eluwilussit is of my family and I will take you to her." With a quick jerk of his head, Wemilat indicated they should follow him as he slipped through the crowd.

Following their guide, K'El and Itahu had little difficulty keeping Wemilat's light brown hair in sight. Walking quickly, they soon stood in front of the holy one's wigwam pitched under a sprawling maple to take advantage of the cooling shade. Wemilat waited outside impatiently. "I will tell her you are here." He ducked inside and spoke a few words before holding the flap back and waving them inside. Blinking to adjust his eyes to the dim light inside the hide tent, Itahu took a few steps forward, K'El following close behind as usual. They waited quietly to be acknowledged by the white-haired woman seated on a bed of pine boughs covered by a white deerskin.

"Welcome, son of the sky and son of the sea. Thank you for coming to see this old woman so she can learn about your lives." She gestured to the packed earth in front of her pallet. "Please come closer and be seated." Itahu and K'El both knelt where she had indicated and sat back on their heels as a mark of respect for the holy one. Neither one spoke, waiting for Eluwilussit to ask her questions. As Itahu studied her lined face, he noticed that her eyes were covered with a white film rendering her blind, yet she acted as if she could see them clearly. Holding out her hand, she turned it palm up. "Place your hand in mine, son of the sea." Puzzled, Itahu did as she asked without question. After a moment, her head dropped and she began to chant words in a voice too low to understand. A sharp gasp and her head rose so that her unseeing gaze fell upon K'El. "Son of the sky, you must add your hand to that of the son of the sea. You are bound too tightly together and I cannot see one without the other."

Trembling with suppressed emotion, K'El extended his hand and placed it on top of Itahu's, unintentionally squeezing until Itahu hissed in pain. Wincing in apology, K'El loosened his grasp, leaving his hand lying flat atop Itahu's in the holy one's palm. Eluwilussit placed her other hand on top of the two she held, clasping both in a surprisingly strong grip. Once again, she chanted whispers of mysterious words with her eyes lowered and her body swaying gently from side to side, until she drew a deep breath and released their tingling hands.

Milk-white eyes stared ahead unseeing as Eluwilussit spoke of their futures. "You are one, yet you are separate, together no one may defeat you, apart you are weak even with your great strength of body and spirit. Death will come to you and yet you will live again in pain and grief until blood joins you once more. Small into large, the secret shines, there is no sun and so it will share its light. One not of this world, the other reborn in fire, you will find no peace save with each other until the end of your days."

The holy one's face lost all expression and she slumped forward. Itahu caught her before she fell to the ground and laid her back gently on her pallet. Patting her pale cheeks to try to revive her, Itahu called out, "Wemilat, bring some water quickly!" He chafed her hand between his own until K'El touched his shoulder and shook his head. K'El pulled a shaking Itahu into his arms as Wemilat rushed in with a birch bark cup.

"Eluwilussit!" Wemilat dropped to his knees, spilling the water as he recognized the signs of her passing. He bowed his head in respect before passing his hand over her eyes to close them to the world she had left. "The holy one is no more." Rising, his pale eyes glittered as he appraised the last two people to see her alive. "What did you do to her?"

Hearing the threat in Wemilat's voice, K'El shoved Itahu behind him before protesting, "We did nothing. She held our hands and spoke of...told us..." K'El's voice failed him as he recalled Eluwilussit's words. He began to tremble and shook his head, "She said we..." With a wild cry, he spun and picked up Itahu, cradling him in his arms, and exited the wigwam. Shoving his way through the gathering crowd, he held Itahu close until they reached the edge of the encampment and then he ran.

Itahu lay on the grassy hill, looked up at the blue sky, and tried to remember how to breathe. He wasn't sure where K'El had brought them, just that they were no longer near the encampment. K'El had run so fast that Itahu couldn't catch his breath in the wind of their passage. In the distance, the sound of trees falling in the forest signaled K'El's location, his distress at the holy one's prediction requiring their destruction until he could calm himself. After he had injured Mausi accidentally in a tantrum, K'El had learned he could not let himself be angry or upset unless he was alone. The potential danger to others was too great to be ignored and Itahu had taught him to destroy trees and rocks until an emotional storm had safely passed. Removing his pouch and knife, Itahu patiently waited for his brother's return, dozing in the soft grass until the distant crashing had subsided to an occasional snapping branch.

"Itahu." A quiet plea and the thud of K'El dropping to his knees beside him brought a sad smile to Itahu's face. Opening his eyes, he saw K'El leaning over him, his unbraided hair lank with sweat, smears of mud and tears on his face and chest. "Itahu, I..." Itahu opened his arms to his beloved brother, the strong hunter who had grown and aged more than ten years in the short span of time they had been together, and consoled the young boy who sometimes still lived inside the body of a man. K'El's head rested above Itahu's heart and its steady, even beat soon lulled the son of the sky to sleep, healed by sound and sun.

K'El's leg and arm pinned Itahu to the ground as he ground his heavy length against Itahu's hip. Still sprawled half-asleep across his brother, K'El's movements quickened as he moaned Itahu's name and pulled him closer. Roused from a heavy sleep, Itahu's own member swelled and he attempted to shift K'El so he could remove their breechcloths and touch without any barrier. Awakening, K'El understood Itahu's intentions, but was so impatient that he tore the hides away instead of loosening them, tossing them to one side.

Rising over Itahu, K'El positioned himself between pale thighs and thrust downwards, gliding hard and aching along the smooth curve of Itahu's groin until they met and matched their movements. Strong arms held his broad chest high as Itahu's eyes ordered him not to fear what was to come and promised that they would be together always. K'El watched as black eclipsed blue and Itahu's breath grew ragged beneath the weight of desire until a low groan broke free. K'El felt the throb and warm pulse between them, the slide easier with the spill for a few more frantic strokes until his own groan matched Itahu's. Spent, arms trembling more from passion than a hundred trees' destruction, K'El lowered himself carefully before rolling to the side and settling Itahu on his broad chest.

As their breathing slowed, K'El could feel Itahu's smile against him. "It's a good thing I carry sinew and awl with me in my pouch, K'El, else you would have no clothing and would frighten all the women away with that war club hanging between your legs." Raising his head, Itahu grinned at his younger brother. "It's hard to believe a few moons ago you were asking when you would become a man and now your span is almost twice mine and longer." He poked K'El in the ribs until he roared with laughter. "The women will back away and tell you to find a willing moose instead!"

Flipping Itahu on his back, K'El pinned him down in retaliation. "Then I will just have to be content with you, Itahu." Rubbing his smooth cheek along his brother's, he whispered in his ear, "Shall I ask Jacykeme to change your name from White Stone to Willing Moose?" Laughing at the joke, K'El jumped to his feet and pulled Itahu up after him. "I'm sticky from more than you," he grinned, brushing at his belly, "One of the trees had a large hive we'll have to visit before we go back." Retrieving their belongings from the ground, he pointed down the hill at a shimmer past the treeline. "Let's go swimming in the lake and see if I can catch enough fish to feed both of us tonight." His face sobered when he remembered why they weren't sharing their meal with the Hatteras. "The morning will be soon enough to talk about the holy one's vision."

Eyes burning from mending by firelight, Itahu finished his repairs and stretched out the tight muscles in his neck. "Now I know why Mausi complains about all the sewing she does for you. Between growing so fast and being careless, she is always making a new breechcloth or moccasins for you." He set aside their clothing when two warm hands came down on his shoulders and began to rub the ache away. "Of course, if you promised to do that each time, I would be happy to sew for her." A rumbling chuckle was K'El's response and the hands moved down his back to knead and press every knotted muscle they found. Itahu moaned with pleasure and relaxed back against his brother's strong body.

"Tired?"

Itahu sighed, "Yes. Not everyone can run up a mountain, fell a forest of trees and swim across a lake without becoming weary." He turned in K'El's arms and straddled him, pushing until he laid back in the grass, propped up on his elbows. Itahu cupped K'El's face in his hands and leaned forward to gaze into puzzled eyes, the firelight striking gold within green depths. "I wonder what makes you so much more than any other man and if there is anything that can hurt you," he murmured. One hand stroked along K'El's smooth jaw before gliding downwards to cover the tattoo above his heart. Tracing the sharply-defined lines with his finger, he watched the nipple below pebble before he retraced the black symbol with the tip of his tongue. K'El's breath hitched and Itahu felt his length stir between them even as he trembled.

"You," K'El growled.

Itahu raised his eyes to K'El's. "What?"

"You can hurt me Itahu, only you." Panting, K'El's eyes fluttered closed as his hips thrust up, nearly unseating Itahu. Abandoning the tattoo, Itahu's tongue laved the nearest brown nipple before testing it with his teeth. Another buck beneath him signaled K'El's enjoyment and Itahu repeated the action with the other. Sliding back on K'El's thighs earned him a hiss as he grazed over swollen heat before nipping along a ridged belly, dipping into the shallow hollow of K'El's navel with his pointed tongue. Balancing on a single elbow, K'El extended his large hand to cradle the pale dome that teased him, gently urging Itahu the last few inches downward, green eyes devouring the sight of Itahu's lips stretched over his yearning length. One hand held Itahu's prize steady above the nest of dark curls as he lapped and suckled the weeping head, the other attended to his own desire that spilled at deep groans and the jet of sweet liquor from K'El. Crawling back up K'El's slack body, Itahu brought his hand to K'El's lips to share his salty tang before tumbling into sleep, a powerful golden arm holding him safe.

The crowd that had gathered after they were sighted in the distance, parted to let the two young men through, exclaiming at the bounty they carried. K'El balanced a sapling across his shoulders with two fat gutted bucks hanging at each end. At his side, Itahu had several strings of cleaned fish hanging over a shoulder while he balanced a birchbark container filled with dripping honeycombs. K'El had carried Itahu, the fish and the *amo-sizibakwad* to within a few miles of the encampment before leaving him to walk alone. It hadn't taken K'El long to run down the deer and he'd met up with Itahu on the trail in time for them to make an entrance together. They knew the fresh meat and fish would be appreciated as the game around the encampment had become scarce. The honey was a special treat that they hoped would help temper any anger at their abrupt departure the previous day.

"Itahu! K'El!" Mausi's welcoming cry brought a smile to Itahu's face while K'El stopped to grin down at Lomasi, who had run ahead of her foster aunt to greet the returning hunters. Itahu, turning to see what had delayed K'El, saw Wemilat frowning at Lomasi's gentle laughter as K'El whispered in her ear. He wondered if there would be trouble over the young maiden who had captured the Croatan's eye and decided to remove K'El from temptation.

"K'El, hurry up! I want to leave these at the cooking area and go to the stream to get clean. I'd rather not smell of fish and blood all night." Itahu jerked his head towards the center of the encampment and waited for K'El to join him. K'El said something to make Lomasi giggle once more before he left, long legs hastening to reach Itahu's side. Leading him away, Itahu muttered sullenly, "You'll have to wait until later to ask Lomasi to walk into the forest."

K'El's green eyes were puzzled, "Why would I want to do that? I was just telling Lomasi about the *amo-sizibakwad* tree and that sometimes she was just as sweet. It was just a small joke, Itahu." His face fell and he dropped his head at Itahu's frown. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Ashamed of his jealousy, Itahu sighed and patted K'El's head, avoiding the blood that decorated his shoulders and chest. "No, I'm sorry, *nikwanis*. You did nothing wrong. I'm just tired." Shifting the container of honey to his other arm, Itahu led K'El to where Mausi was waiting for them. Handing over the honey, he smiled at his mother, "I hope you can make something as sweet as yourself from this, Mausi." Placing the fish on a flat rock by the fire, he helped K'El hang the two bucks from a nearby tree for the women to skin and butcher. "Mausi, do we have any of your soap left?" Thanking her for the bowl of soap that she had scented with summer flowers, he grasped the silent K'El by the elbow and led him towards the stream where he could apologize with hands and heart and restore the gentle smile he'd damaged.

Firelight chased shadows across the faces of the people gathered on the final night of the fall encampment. Stories of hunts and travels entertained all until a chant arose, calling for Jacykeme to tell of the day he and Mausi found their strong and brave sons. Standing tall in front of the flames, Jacykeme told of the thundering rocks that fell from the sky, covered in fire. His arms showed how large the egg was that Brave Flying Falcon hatched from and his hands turned the body of White Stone over at the edge of the sea. Laughter rolled through the group as Jacykeme told how Kitchi Elsu grew as fast as the corn and how much work it was to keep him fed and clothed, but then he paid it back with his strength and speed. Jacykeme finished by speaking of the improvements Itahu had made to the tools and traps of the Hatteras and offering to share the knowledge with the Croatan and Powhatan.

Wemilat of the Croatan was the next to stand and he spoke of the father of his mother's father who had come from the farthest edge of the sea in the largest canoe the Croatan had ever seen. His skin was as fair as Itahu's, beneath his strange clothing, and his hair and eyes were as Wemilat's, paler than any other's. He'd had many children and now the sky-eyed Croatans were believed to be lucky or blessed, just as the Eluwilussit had been. Wemilat himself was the wealthiest of the Croatan with many furs and clothing decorated with colored quills. Looking straight at Lomasi across the dying flames, Wemilat thumped his chest and declared he lived in the largest longhouse on Croatan land and that he could trade for anything he wanted. Sitting down, he glared at K'El and Itahu who were amused and unimpressed by his boasting.

As the whispers grew about Wemilat's ancestor and Itahu's pale skin, Manteo of the Powhatan rose to his feet. He spoke of seeing a large canoe on the water to the north and of watching men with strange coverings and hair on their faces come to shore and hunt with sticks that spit fire and stones that killed from a distance. Some of the men of the Powhatan had tried to speak to the strangers, only to be greeted with shouts of anger, so they had contented themselves with watching. Manteo could not say whether Itahu was of the same people, but Itahu had no hair and did not act like them. There was only silence after Manteo spoke and the final fire of the encampment was allowed to burn down to its embers as the audience dispersed and the elders discussed plans for the next meeting in the spring.

"K'El, what's wrong!" At his brother's pained cry, Itahu dropped the nets he was carrying and hurried to where K'El lay writhing on the beach. He knelt next to him and tried to pull K'El's heavy body into his arms. "What is it?"

"Hurts," groaned K'El, his face contorted in agony. His arms clutched his stomach and the veins over most of his body were hard and distended in a manner Itahu had never seen before. "Itahu, hurts..." With a final moan, K'El fell unconscious, although his limbs continued to twitch spasmodically.

Looking around for something to help him drag K'El back to the clearing where the Hatteras had camped, Itahu saw the rocks on the beach near K'El's body. The closest rocks were glowing a bright green, while they were unchanged farther away. Following his instincts, Itahu began to pick up and throw the rocks farther down the beach and was soon rewarded with a groan from K'El as his long dark eyelashes fluttered. Heartened by the improvement, Itahu redoubled his efforts and soon had all the surrounding fragments far enough away to allow K'El to roll over without assistance. The remaining shards and pebbles hidden under his broad body were quickly disposed of and K'El was able to sit up, almost completely recovered and blinking in surprise. "Itahu?"

Reaching down to help K'El up, Itahu shrugged. "I don't know why, not yet." He pulled K'El into a quick hug. "You frightened me, K'El. I think you found something that can hurt you badly." Releasing him, Itahu turned and pointed back to the clearing. "Follow our path back and ask Jacykeme and Mausi to come here with carrying baskets. You stay away from the beach until we say it's safe. Understood?" Nodding, K'El left quickly, leaving Itahu frowning at the rocks that almost killed his beloved brother.

Jacyykeme's frown matched Itahu's as he examined the green rocks. "I think these are pieces of the *pajackok asinine*. Looking in both directions along the beach, he pointed to a bluff in the distance. "That's where we found you and Kitchi Elsu. There will be more rocks there." He cocked his head in puzzlement. "They didn't hurt him before, why now?"

Itahu shrugged. "It doesn't matter, now they do. We need to take them to a place they won't hurt him." Seeing at a bluff in the distance, he pointed to it. "We'll take them there and drop them into the sea. The only way to reach them would be to swim out there."

Mausi, who'd been silent up to then, nodded in agreement. "Kitchi Elsu will not let us fish without him, so the rocks must be taken away." She began filling a basket alongside her men. "We must be careful," she cautioned. "No one else must know these rocks can hurt him, or he will be in danger."

By nightfall, enough of the thunder's rocks had been cleared to allow K'El to rejoin the fishing on the next day. Itahu vowed to himself that he would continue to collect the rocks until there were none left to cause K'El pain. As he made his way farther along the beach, he stopped occasionally to watch K'El and the rest of the men throw the nets and pull them back in, teeming with fish. The heavily laden nets were then carried to the women and children who waited to clean the fish before placing them on drying racks. Itahu admired K'El's burnished skin gleaming in the sun, his defined muscles moving smoothly as he cast and dragged the heavy nets repeatedly.

Rounding a bend in the shoreline, Itahu lost sight of the fishermen, only to encounter a large rock that shone like the copper pot he had seen at the encampment. Startled, he stumbled to one knee, his hand touching one of the rocks he was seeking. Picking it up to place it in the basket he was carrying, he saw a gleam in the sand. He brushed the rest of the sand away to find a flat piece of metal, smoother than any sea-polished rock. It was heavier than he expected for its size, and when he turned it over, he saw markings that reminded him of something. Regaining his footing, he walked closer to the rock, discovering it was made of the same metal he held in his hand.

"That is the egg that Kitchi Elsu hatched from," declared a voice from behind him. Itahu spun around in surprise, as he had not heard Jacykeme approaching while he was studying the two strange objects he'd found. "Mausi saw him come out of it. I was too late to see it happen."

"It's not broken like an egg," Itahu noted. "I wonder why not."

"We never came back to look at it. We were too busy getting you back to the camp." Jacykeme approached his elder son and clasped his shoulder. He pointed farther up the beach. "You were lying just out of the water over there. Kitchi Elsu found you and at first we thought you were dead." Jacykeme smiled and shook his head at the memory. "He wouldn't let us leave and when I turned you over to see your face, he touched you as if he knew you belonged to him."

"We belong to each other." Itahu hefted the piece of metal and looked at the markings again. "These are the same as those on K'El's chest." He frowned as he showed them to his father.

"They do look the same," Jacykeme agreed. "Maybe it came from the egg too."

Itahu tucked the metal piece away in the hide pouch at his waist. "I'll show it to him later." Lifting his basket of rocks, he began to walk back to the fishing area. "After I clear away the rocks, we can come back and look at the metal egg more closely." Jacykeme nodded and followed his son, content knowing that Itahu would always protect his brother from harm.

"We'll be landing soon, my lord."

Sir Lionel Grenville waved a hand in dismissal as he lounged in the rearmost seat of the longboat, idly stroking his beard. He didn't care about the journey to the island, only that they arrived soon so the search for more of the gemstones could continue. He needed to show some profit from the voyage since none of the gold rumored to be found in this barbaric land had been located. Only the discovery of the green and red stones that closely resembled rubies and emeralds made the losses he'd sustained worthwhile. The savages on the mainland had spoken of more 'thunder rock' to be obtained on the island's seaward side and Sir Grenville wasted no time setting off to claim it.

The grating sound of the boat as it was pulled up the shingle interrupted Sir Grenville's musing and he accepted assistance as he stepped out onto the shore. Surveying the island, he sniffed in disdain before issuing his orders. "Turner, tell the men I want every rock they find brought back to me intact. I don't want them thinking they can keep any for themselves. Of course, they'll be searched before they return to the ship, but it will save time if they don't try to steal from me." His smile twisted as he smoothed a hand possessively over the leather pouch secured to his belt. The first mate nodded and passed on the warnings before joining the men in their search along the beach. Sir Grenville retrieved a blanket and his heavy cane before making his way across the sand and stones to relax under a shady tree. As he waited for the men's return, he admired his new ring, a heavy silver band set with a lion intaglio carved in a green gem.

The noise in his head had not always been there. It began soon after Itahu and Kitchi Elsu came to Jacykeme and Mausi. He would hear someone speak before their mouth opened and could answer questions not asked. It made some people unhappy to be close to him, afraid that he would tell their secrets. Nadiemakwa enjoyed the quiet that gathered around Kitchi Elsu. When the noise of the rest of the Hatteras grew too loud for his head, Nadiemakwa would find his large friend and sit next to him as he worked, content in his silence. Although Itahu was rarely absent from Kitchi Elsu's side, his thoughts were filled with his love for his brother of the sky, so they were easy for Nadiemakwa to bear. All that had changed the last night of the encampment. Itahu's thoughts were often of the strangers Manteo had spoken of, colored with fear that they would come to the Hatteras and find him. Nadiemakwa didn't know what to do about the secret, whether he should speak to the brothers about Itahu's fear of the strangers or just stay silent and hope no harm came to them. He had decided he would wait and watch.

Tagging along behind Kitchi Elsu, Nadiemakwa was carrying several fish spears for him to use out beyond the nets. Head down, watching the sand for the small holes that would show where a clam was hidden, Nadiemakwa almost walked into Kitchi Elsu's back. He was standing still, head up and listening, and then he was gone. The only signs left of his presence were his footprints in the sand and the pile of nets he had dropped. Worried, Nadiemakwa ran after him, easily following the tracks he'd left behind.

"There he is my lord. The one I was telling you about." Turner pointed to the figure walking along the bluff several hundred yards away. At the edge, the tall, oddly pale native began to raise the basket he carried until he was interrupted by shouts. Dropping the basket in surprise, he whirled to find a half-dozen men carrying clubs and knives surrounding him. He crouched, his hand going to the knife at his waist.

"Now there should be no need for violence here, gentlemen." Itahu froze at the sound of the drawling voice preceding the two men that stepped onto the bluff. "I sure it's a..." The voice stopped in surprise. "Alexander?" The taller of the two men stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "My God, Alexander. Is that you, son?"

Straightening, Itahu gave a short nod and with a twisted smile acknowledged the name. "Yes, Father. It's me." The ring of men parted and Itahu strode toward the man who claimed him as son. As he neared, Sir Grenville withdrew his hand and frowned.

"What have you done to yourself, Alexander?" Sir Grenville's autocratic lip lifted in disdain. "You look like one of those half-naked savages that plague us," he complained, "And why have you shaved your head?"

"It's not shaved, Father." Alex replied evenly, "And if I look like 'a half-naked savage' it's because they took care of me after I was nearly burned alive and drowned." His eyes narrowed as saw the disgust in his father's face. "They've taken better care of me this past year than you have my entire life."

The sound of the back-handed blow echoed across the bluff. "That's enough, you ungrateful whelp." Sir Grenville pointed to the basket of rocks. "Turner, get that and have it taken to the boat." Grabbing Alex's arm, he jerked him forward and hissed into his face, "You will act respectfully towards me in the presence of my men from now on. Is that understood?"

Pulling free, Alex wiped his hand across his mouth and spat blood from his cut lip on the ground. "No, Father, I won't be doing that. In fact, I won't be going anywhere with you."

Gesturing to two of his men, Sir Grenville ordered them to take his son's arms and escort him to the boat. Laughing at Alex's angry protests, the men began to force him down the slope when they were torn away from him by a whirlwind. Dropping to one knee and trying to recover from his struggles, Alex cried out, "No, K'El, go back!" A second shout was too late and Alex saw K'El crumple in pain as he neared the basket of rocks. "K'El!" Alex struggled to his feet and tried to reach his fallen brother, only to be held back by his father's men.

K'El groaned and tried to crawl to Itahu only to have Sir Grenville step between them. A snarl rose from K'El's throat as he lunged at the man who was keeping him from his brother. Sir Grenville laughed and raising the heavy cane in his hand, brought it down on K'El's head, the thud making Alex scream in despair and redouble his efforts to escape. A second heavy blow was followed by a third before Sir Grenville turned away. Nudging the body at his feet with the toe of his boot, he ordered its disposal. "Throw the savage over the edge." Alex raged at his father as K'El's body was dragged to the edge of the bluff, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved's crushed and bloody face. He continued to shout and struggle as K'El's body rolled over the edge, screaming threats of vengeance until a sharp blow to his head brought silence to the bluff.

In the brush at the base of the bluff, Nadiemakwe held himself still despite the tears running down his face. His head echoed inside and out from Itahu's fury at his brother's murderers and his heart was sick from the knowledge that Itahu's birth father was guilty of killing the son of the sky. Holding his arms across his trembling body, Nadiemakwe waited until the sounds of the men faded in the distance before crawling out of his hiding place. Scurrying to the top of the bluff, he peered over the edge hoping to see Kitchi Elsu alive by some chance. That forlorn hope was dashed by the sight of bloody, contorted limbs lying atop a pile of green glowing rocks exposed by the low tide. He returned to the camp with a heavy heart to report that the strangers had taken Itahu away and that Kitchi Elsu had returned to the sky.

Weeping quietly, Mausi straightened Kitchi Elsu's twisted limbs and washed away the blood and dirt that marred his beautiful face. She could not bear to touch the bloody depressions at his temple and the back of his head, so she contented herself with tidying his braid and tying in feathers and beads. As she finished, Jacykeme touched her shoulder and she rose to allow the chosen men to lift her son's body using the corners of the hide on which it lay. She had not let the sea take her son away, insisting that Jacykeme take the largest canoe and bring his body back to her. She knew he should to given to the sun that had worshipped his body. All of the Hatteras followed silently as his body was carried to the burial ground. Lifting Kitchi Elsu high above their heads, he was carefully placed on the wooden platform constructed at the edge of the beach. His finest weapons and clothing were placed at his side and baskets of food at his feet so he would not be poor or hungry when he entered the next world. When all was arranged, the Hatteras returned to their camp to pack and depart for the mainland, their fall fishing completed for the season.

Mausi was the last to leave the burial ground. She looked at Jacykeme with tears still running down her face and begged, "Bring back my son of the sea. He is all that is left to me now." Jacykeme bowed his head and walked to the camp swiftly. A few minutes later, Mausi watched as Jacykeme and five other men left the camp and silently headed north to the mainland, carrying war clubs and bows. Nadiemakwe watched from the edge of camp and wished he was old enough to join them. He wondered if the Hatteras would ever be the same without their gifts from Kitcki Manitou and if he would spend the rest of his days listening to them mourn in his head.

Chapter Three

December 1586, Portsmouth, England

"You must be glad to be back in England, eh Alex?" The tall pale young man winced as the first mate's heavy hand came down on his shoulder. "You've been gone a long time. I'm guessing you'll be looking for some willing young wench as soon as you're off this hulk." Turner sniggered as Alex attempted to mask his revulsion.

Alex stared at the approaching docks and wondered what he would be doing after he disembarked. He suspected there would be no delay and he would be climbing into a carriage with his father for the trip back to the manor house in Sussex. Turner had been right, he had been gone for over eighteen months, even though he only remembered five of them, and everything in his life had changed. He had woken from a brain fever with no memories of the time in Virginia, save one of a flaming rock approaching as he swung helplessly in the ship's rigging. The fever had also left him with no hair anywhere on his body save his brows and lashes, earning him whispers and stares from the crew on the voyage home. His father had told him nothing of the lost months and had obviously warned the crew not to disturb Alex with any tales. It was as if it those months didn't exist, although he carried the evidence of change on a body that had grown broader and stronger as well as taller.

Setting his shoulders, Alex kept his naked head high as he stepped onto the docks. He refused to don a hat, preferring to deal with the shocked faces and rude comments directly, rather than trying to hide his bald pate and ill-fitting clothing. He was a Grenville and above the common crowd and he had not forgotten that.

March 1586, Sussex, England

Alex thought that rain was appropriate on the day he buried his mother and brother. He was thankful that standing bareheaded in the downpour would conceal the tears his father despised. As soon as the expected words were spoken, and the coffin containing his sad redheaded wife and the son that died before his second year was lowered into the ground, Lionel left the graveyard without a single glance backward. Alex followed behind slowly, entering the carriage behind his father without a word.

"I expect your marriage to the Hardwicke chit to proceed as planned." Lionel's sardonic tones broke the silence as the carriage made its way back to the manor house. "I'll brook no delays in your getting an heir on her."

Alex attempted an objection. "I would have expected at least a six-month mourning period, Father."

"Nonsense! I may as well have declared myself in mourning the past two years, even before Julian was born, as much good as your mother did me." Lionel's mouth twisted in a sneer that Alex wished he could remove with a well-placed fist. His finger stroked the raised scar on his lip as he stared at the ring on his father's hand, the one with the lion carved into a green gem. A memory floated at the edge of his consciousness only to be banished as the carriage drew up in front of the front entrance.

Before Lionel exited the carriage, he fired a parting shot. "I don't care if you bugger every stableboy from here to London, Alexander. After all, your namesake did have his Hephaistion. Nevertheless, I'll have an heir from you or I'll force myself to marry again and get my own. If that proves necessary, I'll not have you claiming precedence. A writ from the crown can disinherit you if I can prove you're unable to father a child." The heavy cane threatened Alex's manhood. "Easy enough to prove if you are *castrato*." Alex swallowed the bile that rose from his roiling stomach and refused to betray any fear at the threat.

Exiting the carriage, Lionel strode into the house without another word while Alex followed reluctantly. Despite his success at increasing the profits from the iron works, as well as the farms, he could not overcome his father's disgust at his physical deformity. His only road to redemption in his father's eyes was to wed and provide the requisite heir and a spare as soon as possible. Fortunately, the wealthy chandler, Harold Hardwicke was willing to trade his brass and his daughter Victoria for the possibility of a future title and lands, even if it required her marriage to a hairless oddity. Hardwicke knew Sir Grenville would obtain the queen's favor with a promise to deliver more gems to her coffers from the Virginia shore. It only took the patience to wait through the months required to advance through the court protocols.

PART TWO