the
others and they left. What happened next was strange; Gina said the
ground shook for a brief second after they left.”
It was obvious they came for
him and Mosley. “But not here,” Iseac said to himself. This was not
supposed to happen−people tracking him down to his family.
“So what would dangerous men
like those want with you?”
Iseac looked at her for minute,
gathering his thoughts. “I don’t know, but I have a feeling they
might be back,” he said, not expanding further.
Not satisfied with his answer,
Elena was about to press him for an explanation when Mosley walked
into the room.
They both turned to face him.
Elena’s face was a mixture of concern and frustration, which she
quickly changed, not wanting to appear impolite.
“I will leave you two alone,”
she said rising from her seat and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Iseac knew it wasn’t over; she would be returning with more
questions, but at least this would give him some time to
prepare.
Elena was sometimes headstrong,
and this was going to be one of those occasions.
As she walked past Mosley, she
bowed her head, greeting him in their native tongue, and he replied
in the same manner. Iseac spoke up as soon as she left the
room.
“We leave for Bayshia in two
days; will you be ready?”
And while most people would
have been taken aback by Iseac’s words, Mosley appeared
unperturbed. “You look like a beat-up rug; I’m not sure you are
ready yet for the road,” Mosley replied.
“I look worse than I feel. A
good wash and some real food and I’ll be good to go.”
Iseac was loosening the band
around his head as he was speaking. His body felt stiff and his
side still hurt as he moved his hand around his head.
“What about your father and
mother?” Mosley asked “They’ve been here, worried about you, since
you arrived.”
“I know,” Iseac said solemnly.
He knew how hard it must have been for them to see him this way. “I
plan to let them know that it’s all right.”
He knew it was not safe for him
to remain here for his family’s sake, but more importantly, he
needed to get to Bayshia fast. He had seen the face of the first.
While there were lots of inns and taverns in Bayshia, all he had to
do was find the building where he took cover and start from there.
Hopefully, he would be able to sense his presence when they got
close enough.
Chapter 11
Why They Ponder
Elye was among the crowd
exiting the show when he spotted Samuel sitting on the ground with
his back toward him.
“What happened to you?” he
asked, walking over to stand next to Samuel. “I told you I wasn’t
going to wait, but I waited. I was one of the last ones to go
in.”
“I was held up helping
someone,” Samuel said, turning to look up at Elye.
“For almost an hour?” Elye
asked suspiciously, a smile creeping onto his face. “She must have
been very pretty, then, for you to have lost track of time.”
“No, it wasn’t a girl,” Samuel
said, getting to his feet.
He reached out and grabbed Elye
by the head, locking it under his left arm. With his right, he
began ruffling Elye’s hair as he tried to pull his head free. They
both started laughing, with Elye tickling Samuel’s side, and he let
go.
After a few minutes of playing
around, Elye reminded Samuel, “We better get going, then, before
you miss your competition.”
“Not this time,” Samuel said
with little interest in his voice.
“What?” Elye looked at him,
perplexed. “You have been practicing for this competition for the
last two years, and I know you are far better than you were
before.”
“Maybe…” Samuel replied. “But
something more important came up.”
“What do you mean?”
“It doesn’t really matter now,”
Samuel said, not wanting to discuss it any further.
“Are you sure?” Elye asked
again.
“Yes…” Samuel replied with no
irritation in his voice. The competition no longer seemed so
important.
“Well, if we aren’t going to
the Ramthon
others and they left. What happened next was strange; Gina said the
ground shook for a brief second after they left.”
It was obvious they came for
him and Mosley. “But not here,” Iseac said to himself. This was not
supposed to happen−people tracking him down to his family.
“So what would dangerous men
like those want with you?”
Iseac looked at her for minute,
gathering his thoughts. “I don’t know, but I have a feeling they
might be back,” he said, not expanding further.
Not satisfied with his answer,
Elena was about to press him for an explanation when Mosley walked
into the room.
They both turned to face him.
Elena’s face was a mixture of concern and frustration, which she
quickly changed, not wanting to appear impolite.
“I will leave you two alone,”
she said rising from her seat and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Iseac knew it wasn’t over; she would be returning with more
questions, but at least this would give him some time to
prepare.
Elena was sometimes headstrong,
and this was going to be one of those occasions.
As she walked past Mosley, she
bowed her head, greeting him in their native tongue, and he replied
in the same manner. Iseac spoke up as soon as she left the
room.
“We leave for Bayshia in two
days; will you be ready?”
And while most people would
have been taken aback by Iseac’s words, Mosley appeared
unperturbed. “You look like a beat-up rug; I’m not sure you are
ready yet for the road,” Mosley replied.
“I look worse than I feel. A
good wash and some real food and I’ll be good to go.”
Iseac was loosening the band
around his head as he was speaking. His body felt stiff and his
side still hurt as he moved his hand around his head.
“What about your father and
mother?” Mosley asked “They’ve been here, worried about you, since
you arrived.”
“I know,” Iseac said solemnly.
He knew how hard it must have been for them to see him this way. “I
plan to let them know that it’s all right.”
He knew it was not safe for him
to remain here for his family’s sake, but more importantly, he
needed to get to Bayshia fast. He had seen the face of the first.
While there were lots of inns and taverns in Bayshia, all he had to
do was find the building where he took cover and start from there.
Hopefully, he would be able to sense his presence when they got
close enough.
Chapter 11
Why They Ponder
Elye was among the crowd
exiting the show when he spotted Samuel sitting on the ground with
his back toward him.
“What happened to you?” he
asked, walking over to stand next to Samuel. “I told you I wasn’t
going to wait, but I waited. I was one of the last ones to go
in.”
“I was held up helping
someone,” Samuel said, turning to look up at Elye.
“For almost an hour?” Elye
asked suspiciously, a smile creeping onto his face. “She must have
been very pretty, then, for you to have lost track of time.”
“No, it wasn’t a girl,” Samuel
said, getting to his feet.
He reached out and grabbed Elye
by the head, locking it under his left arm. With his right, he
began ruffling Elye’s hair as he tried to pull his head free. They
both started laughing, with Elye tickling Samuel’s side, and he let
go.
After a few minutes of playing
around, Elye reminded Samuel, “We better get going, then, before
you miss your competition.”
“Not this time,” Samuel said
with little interest in his voice.
“What?” Elye looked at him,
perplexed. “You have been practicing for this competition for the
last two years, and I know you are far better than you were
before.”
“Maybe…” Samuel replied. “But
something more important came up.”
“What do you mean?”
“It doesn’t really matter now,”
Samuel said, not wanting to discuss it any further.
“Are you sure?” Elye asked
again.
“Yes…” Samuel replied with no
irritation in his voice. The competition no longer seemed so
important.
“Well, if we aren’t going to
the Ramthon
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