Ac-sept-ance

[Alden J. Blethen]

Llue was tired, beaten, bloody, and soaked in ichor. The loss felt by Makes-No-Sense, still weighed heavy on his mind, and the death of Rae, while nowhere near as strong in him as in others, she was still his friend, be he has something he needs to do. There are some duties that must be done. He takes his two gruesome trophies to the shrine for The Huntsman.
He takes the bottle of whiskey and a tumbler from his bag and pours a healthy amount. One for him, one for the spirit he's about to call. He lays the two heads near the shrine with the glass between them, and makes his way to the north corner. He has no drum and no drummer, so he starts the beat on his thigh with hand.
thump, thump, tha-thump, thump
He makes one full wintershins circle around the shrine.
thump, thump, tha-thump, thump
Herne! Master of the Wild Hunt, one who would serve you seeks your presence!
thump, thump, tha-thump, thump
Huntsman, implacable bane of the Wyrm, one who would join your hunt asks you to appear.
thump, thump, tha-thump, thump
Erlkoing warrior beyond peer, one who seeks your approval stands here with proof of his worth
As he finishes his chant he stands at the southern corner, and drops to one knee facing the shrine, waiting for an answer.