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Subject: Mossyra's Tale: Part 8

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Mossyra of the Irresistible Imps

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Date Posted: 17:36:08 06/14/07 Thu

Silkfur ignored everything about her but the mousemaid Turfee. "Lovely day, isn't it," she chatted amiably (sp?). "Though, it could use a nice breeze or two to make it perfect. Still, it's enjoyable. Maybe a bit disrupted, what with the whip-cracking and pointless bellowing, but enjoyable nonetheless. I say, something appears to be looking at me. Do you think it's a dead stoat in a rotting compost heap of a weasel that's been drowned in a bog in a rotting compost heap. It could be either, from the smell of it." Turfee tried unsuccessfully to smother her giggles as Silkfur continued her description of the slave-drivers. A distant part of her reasoned that she and Silkfur could be sold as slaves or beaten to death because of it, but she was to busy trying to stop laughing and breathe to care. "Stop, stop," she managed to gasp. "I'm choking to death. Oh please stop." Silkfur grinned mischeiviously, then comented casually, "I'm choking to; just looking at that face in the bow makes me gag, not to mention smelling it."
That did it. Turfee nearly fell of the bench as she held her aching sides, unable to stop the laughter that poured out of her, or even move the oar. The joyous sound echoed throughout the dim hold and caused other slaves smile, especially those that had heard the comment.

Far away from the ship that sailed across the waves, a figure stood on the barren shore of Mossflower. Its eyes swept through the waves as it murmured, "I'm coming, daughter. Many will die for your freedom, but I'm coming. Then it turned and headed for the army that was camped nearby, revenge shining in its eyes feverishly as it prepared to sail after its beloved daughter.

It was if Silkfur had heard the sentence whispered on that faraway shore. Her eyes turned starboard and she felt hatred surge through her.

And she knew that he was coming.

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