Fires Of Prophecy Part 18

Delia and Jiron just shake their heads, not interested.

They look around for a few more minutes and then turn to leave. James glances over to the man to say goodbye but he's already fallen back asleep.

Once they've returned to the caravan, they tell everyone about their plan to have dinner at the Broken Egg. James stays at the caravan with the two lads as everyone else goes over for dinner. "I'll send one of the boys over if there is a problem."

"There shouldn't be," Jiron replies.

"You never know," he says.

After everyone has left for the Broken Egg, he takes a bucket and fills it with a little water from one of the water barrels and then sits down by the fire. Taking out the little knife, he holds it up in front of him and contemplates a spell that will enable it to shave the hair off his face while at the same time, leaving his skin intact.

After about five minutes of working it out, he turns his concentration on the knife and lets the magic flow. After completing the spell he feels the edge of the knife with his thumb, it doesn't seem to have changed at all. It's barely sharp and it would take a whole lot of pressure to cut anything with it. But then, that wasn't what the spell was supposed to accomplish.

Taking out the mirror, he holds it up so he can see his scraggly looking face in it. Then taking the knife, he very carefully runs it down along his cheek. He can feel a slight drawing of magic from him by the knife, must be taking the magic it needs to work from him. To his delight and amazement, the hair is sc.r.a.pped off like frosting from a cake. Excited, he continues until all the stubble has been completely removed and then splashes his face with the water from the bucket to get all the residual hair and dirt off. Holding up the mirror, he's pleased to see the familiar face that had been hidden by that horrible, scraggly beard.

Next he takes the comb and begins to run it through his tangled hair as he attempts to restore it to its proper look. Painful as it is, he gets the job done and then realizes his hair is getting a little bit long, especially over the eyes. Taking the 'hair' knife as he calls it now, he begins to very carefully cut off the ends, making them as even as possible. What barber wouldn't pay a lot for this? What barber wouldn't pay a lot for this? he thinks to himself as the hair comes off so easily. he thinks to himself as the hair comes off so easily.

Looking in the mirror when he's done, he once again resembles the man he was oh so long ago. Quite pleased with the results, he starts whistling as he cleans up and then puts away his shaving kit. That's when he notices the two lads watching him, whispering to one another.

When they realize he's noticed them watching him, they smile at him and then resume the game they've been playing, a game with sticks and dice.

A half hour later, the others return and when Delia sees James, she says, "My, don't we look nice."

Ca.s.sie takes a closer look and ads, "You do look good." At which Tinok gives her a look of annoyance.

"Couldn't stand it any longer," he tells them. "How was the food?"

"Pretty good," answers Roland. "But don't have the goat, it's a bit tough."

As James prepares to head over there, he says, "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

Leaving them behind, he walks over and enters the Broken Egg. The place isn't that crowded, probably since only one other caravan is here. Having his pick of seats, he takes one by a window overlooking the road outside.

A girl comes over and asks what he would like.

"What is there?" he asks her.

"There's roast goat or our specialty which is eggs and ham with a spicy sauce," she explains.

"I'll try your specialty and some ale if you have any," he tells her, remembering what Roland had said about the goat.

Nodding her head, she says, "It'll be just a few minutes for the special, but I'll bring your ale right over. That'll be a silver three."

Once he's handed the silver and three coppers over to her, she returns to the kitchen, returning momentarily with his mug of ale.

While he's waiting for his dinner, he sits and looks out the window. He's surprised when Delia, along with Tinok who's carrying a box, comes into view. Curious, he watches as they go into the store across from the inn. Wonder what that woman is up to?

His meal arrives shortly after that and while he eats, he keeps an eye on the store. Finally, he sees them leave and Tinok is no longer carrying the box. Curious.

Before he's done with his meal, which is surprisingly good if a bit spicy, a group of enemy soldiers ride up to the Broken Egg and tie their horses to the rail outside.

Upon entering, the soldiers cross the room and sit at a table not too far from where James is. The serving girl comes over to them and begins taking their order.

Nervous, James finishes his meal quickly and then gets up to go. As he crosses the room, one of the soldiers addresses him in their language. Frozen with fear, James pretends that he doesn't realize he's being addressed and continues to the door.

One of the soldiers gets up and comes over to him, stopping him by grabbing his arm.

James looks at him and says, "Sorry, were you talking to me? I didn't understand what you're saying."

The soldier looks back to his officer, who asks him, "What is your business in these parts?"

"Just part of a caravan coming through," he replies. Taking out the letter, he walks over and gives it to the officer.

Taking it, the officer scans through it and when he gets to the signature at the bottom, returns it to him saying, "Very well." He nods to the soldier who has a hold of his arm, who then releases him. "Sorry to have bothered you, but you can never tell."

"I understand," James a.s.sures him and then proceeds to the door, exiting the Broken Egg. Legs shaking, he makes his way back to the camp. What does that letter say? he can't help but wonder.

Returning to camp, Tinok comes and greets him before he even reaches the wagons. "Can I ask you a question?" he asks him.

"Sure," James replies.

"Can you show me how you got the hair off your face?" he asks, somewhat embarra.s.sed.

"Doing it for Ca.s.sie?" James asks, trying to keep the smile off his face.

Nodding his head, he says, "She just keeps going on about how nice you look. So, I thought if I did it too, she would be happy."

"No problem," James replies. "Just wait here and I'll get my stuff."

"Thanks," he says, relief evident in his voice.

Going back to the wagon, he grabs his kit and then returns to where Tinok is waiting. Showing him what to do, he holds the mirror while Tinok runs the knife over his face, removing what little hair he has. When he's done, he runs his hand over his now smooth face and says, "Thanks a lot."

"Glad to help," James a.s.sures him.

He watches as Tinok goes back over and sits next to Ca.s.sie trying to get her to see his newly shaven face, without letting on that he wants her to. She, unfortunately, has no clue about what he just did and he's crestfallen when she doesn't immediately recognize his efforts.

James just smiles and shakes his head at Tinok's attempts to get her to notice. Replacing his kit back in the wagon, he goes over and joins them. The rest of the evening, Tinok continues trying to gain Ca.s.sie's attention until finally taking her hand and rubbing it along his jaw line.

Her eyes open wide as she finally realizes what he's done and he at last gets the praise and attention that he's been wanting.

Before they fall asleep that night, James hears the hoof beats of the soldier's horses as they leave, heading to the north.

The following morning before they head out, they fill their barrels at the inn's well, which only costs them a couple coppers. They also find out that Korazan is about two more days to the south. Eager to get there, they set a quick pace all that day, until having to stop for the night along the road.

Shortly after starting the following morning, they pa.s.s through a village with not much more than huts and goat herds. The people there don't seem too friendly, they just hurry out of their way, glaring at them as they pa.s.s. Having no reason to stop, they continue on through and soon the village disappears behind them.

For the rest of the day, they're all fairly quiet as they ponder the likelihood of rescuing their friends from the hands of the slavers. Jiron pushes them onward, impatient whenever they must stop in order to water and feed the horses.

James is anxious too, hoping Miko has survived the trip down.

When the sun is high in the sky, they begin to see a large lake in the distance. "Tears of the Empress," Roland says.

"What?" asks James.

"The water there," he replies, "they call it 'The Tears of the Empress'. Don't know why."

"Interesting," James says.

"Korazan is situated next to it, probably on the other side," he says.

"Good," Jiron exclaims.

As they follow the road around the lake, they can see numerous fis.h.i.+ng boats out upon it. From the smell in the air, James figures it to be fresh water. The road follows the sh.o.r.eline, curving around until they begin to see a large city appearing on the sh.o.r.e ahead of them. Korazan.

Chapter Thirteen.

The snap of the lash across his back wakes Miko from another restless, dream-filled night. He quickly gets to his feet before the lash strikes again and looks around at the others in the slave line being kicked or lashed awake. There are a number of empty spots along the lines where those who were unable to keep up are no longer with them. He tries not to think about them, lying dead in shallow graves along the road.

He remembers with anguish one old timer who collapsed in line and was lashed to get moving before they realized he was already dead. They had a couple of the other captives in line dig a hole in the ground to put him in. Thankfully, he was spared that duty.

The first night they stopped was the worst. His body ached from the long march and his mind was dizzy from the heat, as well as the lack of food and drink. But that wasn't what had made it so horrible. After they stopped and everyone had been fed and given water, the slaver returned to the girl who had insisted that she wasn't a slave and removed her from the line. She screamed the entire way as they took her to one of the tents they erected. The memory of her screams and cries as they echoed through the night still continue to haunt him. No one got any sleep that night, even after her screams had finally stopped, several hours later.

The next morning when he was awakened by the lash, he saw the girl had already been returned to her place in line. One eye was blackened and multiple bruises showed on every part of her body that wasn't covered up. There was a vacant look in her eye and when given food she wouldn't eat. Given water, she wouldn't drink.

When the line made ready to move, she still remained sitting on the ground. Two slavers came over to her and proceeded to whip her until she came back to her senses and stood up. Once she was on her feet, crying with tears streaming down her face, one of the slavers steps in front of her and says loudly enough so everyone can hear him, "Are you a slave?"

A barely audible, "Yes," escapes her lips.

The lash strikes her across the shoulders and he just glares at her. "Yes, master!" she cries out loudly.

Nodding, the slaver returns back to the front of the line by the wagon. Everyone in the slave line is quiet, unable to even look at the ravished, punished girl.

Miko shudders at the memory as he gets his bowl of food and cup of water to drink. He hungrily consumes it all, wanting more, but knowing better to ask. After all the bowls and cups are collected, they get moving.

He can't remember how long he's been walking in the line, the days are a blur of pain and exhaustion. The only thing keeping him moving is the certainty that James will come. He will! He will! he insists to himself. he insists to himself.

It's early in the afternoon when a commotion draws his attention to the front of the line. Looking up, he sees them pointing to a large body of water coming into view ahead. A large city sits on its sh.o.r.e.

"Korazan," announces one of the slavers. "There you will be placed at auction and sold to your new masters."

A hushed silence falls upon all of them as they continue marching toward Korazan, dreading what fate may befall them there.

Every last person in line is quiet when they pa.s.s through the gates of Korazan. Miko looks around at the people in the streets and notices that they don't even look at them there in the slave lines. It's almost as if they aren't even people to them.

They're taken through to a large complex at the edge of town, holding pens for those awaiting the auction block. There, Miko is removed from his line and the slavers begin separating the captives by age and s.e.x. He's herded into a holding pen with other boys and young men.

Several fights break out by those being separated from wives and children, but in the end they go where they're told, usually with blood running down their backs from the numerous las.h.i.+ngs required to subdue them.

Once they've been in their pen for awhile, one of the lads a few years older than Miko comes over to him and says in a whisper, "We gotta get out of here!"

Miko just looks at him and asks, "How?"

"Rush the guard, or something," he says.

"I don't think it would do any good," Miko tells him.

Obviously not getting any support for his idea from Miko, the lad goes over to another group of boys where he can hear them whispering amongst themselves. I hope they don't do anything stupid to get me killed, I hope they don't do anything stupid to get me killed, he thinks as he glances over to the older boys, huddled with their heads together. he thinks as he glances over to the older boys, huddled with their heads together.

He gazes over to the other pens in the area and sees many such as his, holding young boys and men. The women and girls must have been taken elsewhere for he doesn't see any sign of them.

Another young man in the pen with him comes over and says, "Wonder what's going to happen now?"

Shrugging, Miko says, "Don't know."

"Name's Viktor," he says holding out his hand.

Taking the hand, he replies, "Miko."

Viktor glances over to the group of boys who are conversing together quietly. "Think they're right?" he asks.

"What? Those guys?" Miko asks, indicating the group planning escape.

When Viktor nods his head, he says, "I doubt it. I would think the slavers are going to antic.i.p.ate something like that, they've been doing this for a long time."

"But what choice do we have?" Viktor asks, his voice trembling slightly.

"Right now, none," he replies.

Viktor starts sobbing, "I want to go home!"

"So do we all," Miko says, uncomfortable at the show of emotion Viktor is displaying.

Viktor goes back over to a corner and sits down by himself, with his knees up and lays his head in his arms, silently crying.

Doing his best to hold back his own emotions, Miko sits and stares out of the pen.

An hour pa.s.ses before several slavers come and bring them food and water, as well as a bucket for use as a slop bucket. When they get close to the door of his pen, the boys from the group move closer to the door and Miko gets set for trouble. Two of the slavers have crossbows, armed and casually aimed at the boys while another says, "Back up!"

When the boys don't move, he signals the crossbowmen who take direct aim on them and then he says again, "Back up."