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Sunday, February 2, 2014

Chapter 8, Pt. 5

The one thing they had to be grateful for, Silay thought as she knelt by the stream filling waterskins, was that whoever had kidnapped them had brought them back a little ways towards Sojan before leaving them. Even so, they had been over two weeks away from Sojan on horseback when attacked and even further on foot. Jarlen had already altered their plan this evening while setting up camp. Instead of making directly for Sojan, they would veer off a day to the east to a closer town. They could get horses there, and maybe the help they needed. And if there wasn't anyone who could cast a tracking spell, then at least their trip to Sojan would be that much faster, once they had horses. Silay and Riya had agreed, both silently hoping that this side trip would save them from having to return to Sojan.

Caught up in these thoughts, Silay didn't hear the footsteps behind her as she made her way back to the campsite. But she felt the cold metal tip of the sword that pressed into the back of her neck. She froze.

"Don't worry, I'm not a thief." The voice was all too familiar.

The point of the sword moved around her neck as the wielder circled to face Silay. Talis smiled grimly at her. "I don't know why you've taken to carrying a sword. It's not like you know what to do with it."

Silay didn't answer, though she wanted to scream in frustration. Talis. Here. Again. Just when they finally had a plan, finally had some idea about what they could do to try to end the plague, he showed up to ruin everything.

Talis looked at her curiously, as though trying to guess her thoughts, then shrugged. "Keep walking. We're going back to your camp."

Riya looked up when she heard footsteps, then jumped to her feet when Talis and Silay stepped into view. "Jarlen," her voice was terse. "You better get out here."

Jarlen stepped out of his tent, and took in the scene, maintaining an affected sense of calm. Panicking wouldn't help Silay. "You realize you're out-numbered now, don't you boy?"

Talis, to everyone's surprise, lowered his sword. "Doesn't matter. I'm not here to attack you. I just wanted your attention."

"Well, you've got it. What do you want?"

Talis sheathed his sword, and stepped into the ring of light cast by the fire. "I need help."
You were wondering if I realized how impractical it would be for my characters to walk back to Sojan, weren't you? Don't worry, I keep track of time and distances in the story. One of these days I want to draw up a map of Ohicink. Any volunteers to help?
But, hey! Talis is back. Hope you didn't miss him to much. 

1 comment:

  1. Proofreading :)

    then jumped to feet (+ her)
    stepped out his tent (+ of)