The man pulled her around to the other side of the carriage toward where her new master still stood. She kept her head lowered, not wanting to show them the tears of frustration that were welling up in her eyes. Once again, she felt her master’s cool hand touch her chin and direct the movement of her head upward. Expecting to see anger reflected in his eyes, she was surprised instead to see a look of understanding.“Freedom can often prove elusive to many of us in life, but one can find peace if they surrender to the inevitable. Even the life of a slave can be bearable, if one surrenders enough.”He released her jaw and turned towards the mansion that must be his home. It sat at the end of a street, which gave it more privacy from the other mansions that lined the street. Its architecture rose impressively up before her. Still, it struck a balance of not being overly pretentious despite its grandeur. Everything seemed extremely well maintained and in order, like the man himself.The ma
Cautiously she made her way over to it and peered out into the dimly lit corridor. It must be late at night since she heard not a sound except for the chirping of insects outside the mansion. No one was in the hallway, but, at the end of the hall, light streamed out of an open doorway.Drawn like a moth to a flame, she slipped into the hallway and softly approached the light, diligent not to make any noise in her approach. Reaching the opened door, she peered in and beheld a room of a definitely more masculine reflection.Sitting behind a big oaken desk to one side of the room sat the man who had bought her. He had piles of paper before him, with which he seemed very busy.He was writing something down when he spoke, “Come in and have a seat.”He pointed to a chair across from the desk without even looking up at her. Surprised, Krista jumped back from the doorway. How had he known she was there? She debated about running back down the hallway to her room, but what good would that do? S
Coming back to reality, I made sure that I had Thaddeus’s letter to his spy contact. The letter was a small word for it, for all intents and purposes it appeared to be a two hundred year old book complete with musty stained pages.Thaddeus got a bit too much into the whole spy/intrigue thing I thought to myself. But then he had managed to keep the family secrets safe during his watch over them. Now it was up to me to finish it.There were only going to be five of us on the expedition; Father John, Seth, two of my grandfather’s trusted men at arms and myself. I would have preferred a party made up entirely of my men, but all of my men were busy improving the fighting abilities of the castle’s fighting men and couldn’t easily be spared from that task.The only reason Seth was going was because he was useless as a teacher and he had insisted on going so repeatedly that I had finally agreed. Father John hadn’t seemed overly excited one way or the other when I told him that he was to accomp
Making my way around yet another pile of more priceless artifacts, I saw where the brighter lights led. Ahead of me was a circular area that was brightly lit up. It was not jumbled with artifacts like the rest of the gallery. Five pedestals stood alone in the space, with each pedestal displaying a book. The fifth pedestal was in the middle and its book was larger than the others.I drew close and looked at the first book’s title, Matthew. I went to the surrounding pedestals and read the names, Mark, Luke and John. I had heard of the names. These were the four gospels authored by disciples of the Son of the Creator.Excitement rose in my heart at the greatness of my discovery. What had Thaddeus said was wrong with these books? I carefully reached out and picked up the book nearest to me, which was the Book of John. Opening it, I began to read.I came to a verse that I had memorized by heart from one of the walls of the chapel in Ta’arny and confusion rose within me as I read it. It was
Seth was looking at me with pleading eyes, which I ignored. I was tired of fighting this jungle and it would be nice to have a roof over my head for a change.“If you say it’s safe enough, that is, if we behave ourselves!” I said with emphasis, as I looked at Seth sternly. “And that it’ll cut time off the journey, we’ll go that way.” Father John nodded and turned his horse in the direction he had indicated.Soon, true to his word, the forest broke up into a series of grassy parks that appeared as if they were islands in the sea of trees around them.Several hours later we could see smoke in the distance up ahead of us. That must be the village run by the women that John had spoken of. This, no doubt, was going to be a unique experience.As we drew closer to the village, I began to see just how unique an experience it was going to be. It was like seeing two villages instead of just one. John had told us that the men were forced to live in the lower village and take care of the children,
*****I entered the village of men subconsciously looking for the man who had caught my attention earlier. I had tried to ask a passing man for help, but the man had just hurried away from me with fear written all over his face. Puzzled by their behavior, I decided to leave. I was almost out of the village when the man I had seen earlier motioned from behind a hut for me to follow him. Curious, but wary of a trap, I followed him at a distance.He led me to a group of trees near a little brook on the edge of the forest. We were out of sight of both villages. He snapped his fingers and gave a come hither motion. The little girl he’d had with him before came out from some reeds she’d been hiding behind and stood in front of the man.Putting his hands on the girl’s shoulders, the man said haltingly, “You must leave now and take the girl with you!”“Why? Am I in danger? Is she in danger?”“Yes!” The man said, nodding his head vehemently.“In danger from whom?” I asked. The man shook his hea
She gasped aloud, reeling back from me, holding the mortal wound in her side. Disbelief marred her beautiful face as she fell to the ground, her remaining life pulsing out onto the forest floor.“You are indeed a great man to not have allowed yourself to fall for the erotic wiles of the Vanah. I’ll give you that much of a compliment at least, Jasper .”I wheeled around toward the voice. Across the clearing sat John on his horse.“What’s going on here, John?”John laughed, “I too am a great man, even though your grandfather chose to ignore it. This book that your grandfather and you would so casually have destroyed if not for me, is the answer to our prayers! It holds the keys to eternal life!”He held the big book up that he had somehow taken from the central pedestal without me noticing.“Its author is probably Satan himself or someone mislead by him, you fool! What knowledge do you hope to glean from it that’s worth your soul?”“Spoken like a true believer of the Valley Lander versio
Rain pounded down on the swampy part of the forest into which I had crawled. My head was propped up against a tree trunk above the stagnate green slime of the water. I didn’t hear the horse approach or feel it tug me with its teeth as it gripped my tunic firmly at the shoulder and began to drag me further into the swamp.Pain threatened to steal the warm rest I had garnered for myself. ‘Go away pain, I’m busy,’ was my last thought before darkness overwhelmed me.For over two hours, Flin kept pulling Jasper along through the swamp by keeping hold of his tunic at the shoulder with his teeth. There was an upraised grassy knoll in the swamp, which was dominated by a large shade tree and it was to this that Flin dragged Jasper . Flin pulled his master under the shelter of the tree, away from the pounding rain and let go. The little rider on his back slipped down off the saddle and in the process fell the last several feet to the ground. Flin reached around to snuffle her head once, as if t