[Excerpt]: Seeker

Excerpt
The following is an excerpt from the book Seeker
by William Nicholson
Published by Harcourt; May 2006;$17.00US; 0-15-205768-4
Copyright © 2006 William Nicholson

1

Sunrise

Seeker woke earlier than usual, long before dawn, and lay in the darkness
thinking about the day ahead. It was high summer, with less than a week to
go before the longest day of the year. In school it was the day of the
monthly test.

And it was his sixteenth birthday.

Unable to sleep, he rose and dressed quietly so as not to wake his parents,
and went out into the silent street. By the light of the stars, he made his
way to the steps that zigzagged up the steep hillside, and began to climb.
As he did so he watched the eastern sky, and saw there the first pale silver
gleams on the horizon that heralded the coming dawn.

He had decided to watch the sun rise.

At the top of the steps the path flattened out and led into the
stone-flagged Nom square. To his right rose the great dark mass of the Nom,
the castle-monastery that dominated the island; to his left, the avenue of
old stormblasted pine trees that led to the overlook. He knew these trees
well; they were his friends. He came to this place often, to be alone and to
look out over the boundless ocean to the very farthest edges of the world.

There was a wooden railing at the far end of the avenue, to warn those who
walked here to go no further. Beyond the railing the land fell away, at
first at a steep slope, and then in a sheer vertical cliff. Hundreds of feet
below, past nesting falcons and the circling flight of gulls, the waves
broke against dark rocks. This was the most southerly face of the island.
From here there was nothing but sea and sky.

Seeker stood by the railing and watched the light trickle into the sky and
shivered. The band of gold now glowing on the horizon seemed to promise
change: a future in which everything would be different. With this dawn he
was sixteen years old, a child no longer. His real life, the life for which
he had been waiting so long, was about to begin.

The gold light was now turning red. All across the eastern sky the stars
were fading into the light, and the feathery bands of cloud were rimmed with
scarlet. Any moment now the sun itself would break the line of the horizon.

How can a new day begin like this, he thought, and nothing change?

Then there it was, a blazing crimson ball bursting the band of sea and sky,
hurling beams of brilliance across the water. He looked away, dazzled, and
saw the red light on the trunks of the pine trees and on the high stone
walls of the Nom. His own hand too, held up before him, was bathed in the
rays of the rising sun, familiar but transformed. Moving slowly, he raised
both his arms above his head and pointed his forefingers skyward, and
touched them together. This was the Nomana salute.

Those who wished to become Noble Warriors entered the Nom at the age of
sixteen.

He heard a soft sound behind him. Turning, startled, he saw a figure
standing in the avenue. He flushed and lowered his arms. Then he gave a
respectful bow of his head, because the watcher was a Noma.

"You're up early."

A woman. Her voice sounded warm and friendly.

"I wanted to see the dawn."

Seeker was embarrassed that she had seen him making the salute to which he
was not entitled; but she did not reprimand him. He bowed again, and headed
down the avenue, now flooded by the brilliant light of the rising sun. As he
passed the Noma, she said, "It's not necessary to be unhappy."

He stopped and turned back to look at her. Like all the Nomana, she wore a
badan over her head, which shadowed her face. But he sensed that she was
half smiling as she met his gaze.

"I am unhappy."

The Noma went on gazing at him with her gentle smile.

"Who are you?"

He gave his full name, the name his father had chosen for him, the name he
hated. "Seeker after Truth."

"Ah, yes. The schoolteacher's son."

His father was the headmaster of the island's only school. He was raising
Seeker to be a teacher like him.

"Your life is your own," said the Noma. "If it's not the life you want, only
you can change it."

Seeker made his way slowly back to the steps, and down the steps home, his
mind filled by the Noma's words. All his life he had done what his father
had asked of him. He had always been top of his class, and was now top of
the school. He knew his father was proud of him. But he did not want to live
his father's life.

Seeker wanted to be a Noble Warrior.

Copyright © 2006 William Nicholson

William Nicholson is the author of the acclaimed Win on Fire trilogy as well
as the screenplays for Gladiator and Shadowlands, both of which were
nominated for Academy Awards. He lives in Sussex, England, with his wife and
their three children.

For more information, please visit www.williamnicholson.co.uk.