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Date Posted: 08:49:47 09/08/01 Sat
Author: Zesheya
Subject: + return +

+ The young woman returns at a gallop, slowing her gelding and slipping off as they near the camp of her group. She calls a few words in Arabic to the horse that canters away, and it veers toward the coral, jumping the fence to join his mates. She runs toward the gathering of tents, raven hair billowing behind her in a silky cloud, enlarged breasts bouncing. She slides to a stop in front of Renimah and two other men, an excited yet evil look in her eye. One of the men growl as fine grains of sand spray against him, entering his cup of water. "Caravan...rich...woman...lots of jewels...get ready!" She pauses to catch her breath before calling the rest of the gang together. +

+ Observing them with a critical eye, she draws her hidden dagger and points it toward Aswan. "There is a large caravan headed that way - to the kingdom of Aswan. The head of the group is a young woman, not much older than myself - and the jewels she has! Gold, silver, rubys, emeralds..." Her face takes on an evil, greedy twist. "Grab your knives." Her voice emerges as a hiss. "We go to Aswan!" She hurries into her tent, the others doing the same. She changes into breeches and a shirt that has no straps, simply goes around her midriff, and grabs a few more daggers, thrusting them into hidden sheaths at her waist and in her leggings. She slips an especially long knife into a sheath at her thigh, patting the hilt as it disappears. She runs out to the corral, opening the gate and letting the horses trot out. She grabs the mane of her rusty-hued mare and leaps on, heeling her into a gallop. The others follow suit as they head for Aswan... +

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