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Date Posted: 21:06:44 03/11/00 Sat
Author: Ezella
Subject: Captured!

I jumped from Beauty’s back. I grimace from pain of an out of shape rider barely able to walk. I rarely ride and I’ve been at it for hours now. It is nearing dusk but it’s hard to go home when there’s no reason…without Shane. No doubt Nickoli will be enraged and the beating will be the same no matter if I go back now or weeks from it. His anger comes in one size-fits-all.

I lead Beauty down by the creek to drink. The rippling water pulls my recent dream unbidden to my mind. I push it back feeling guilty that on such a night I could have such a blissful dream. Maybe the nuns at the orphanage were right and I am the devil’s child. They seemed to think so since I was always into trouble of some sort or another….rather like Shane….

Deep in thought I heard the riders approach before I saw them….seven on horseback. My first thought is that this is Nickoli’s search party looking for Shane and I but as they near,
I do not see him among them nor recognize their faces. In fact they’re dressed as if for battle. Fear rises in my chest for even a street wench knows a Tancan scout. The stories I have heard flash through my mind like flashed images going too fast to interpret and I am frozen in place just like the night Sir Dragzfuth was injured. When I was frozen there while the would happened all around.

They rein in near where I’m standing and the one apparently in charge leers down at me.

“Who are ye lass and where’d ye come from?”

I look up into his dark whiskered face and try to think…try to stay cool.. But before I can form a reply another of the men cones from around the other side…

“I ken I know this lass. Aye, from the tavern in Canaday. This is the one lured me to bed and stole Tancan gold. You m’lady bought me a spell in Tancan’s dungeon.”

Looking at this man I realize that Nickoli had done it to me again. This man with long red hair eyes the color of sky. How could I forget? He came into the tavern one night and Nickoli, ever watchful, spied his loot. “Do a good job Ezella and…” I shiver and push the memory from mind.

“Her name, Sir, is Ezella ….a dancer, a thief, a whore.”

“Hmmm…we can’t be burdened with this woman Mitlan. But since she committed a crime against you…I grant you full discretion in this.”

“Then I request permission to turn her over to Tancan officials, let her pay as I have paid”

The one referred to as Sir spoke no words only gave a gesture of then it shall be and walked back to his mount.

“Mitlan, when you have completed this task…ride to the agreed location. You have three days…take her to Gelndon castle (Tancan sympathizers) they will hold her there.

Mitlan nodded, grabbed and half walked, half dragged me to his waiting mount.
“settle ye blasted beastie” he spoke gruffly and good naturedly to the horse that was growing restless. He then hoisted me….still frozen into the saddle.

“Yer sure not puttin’ up much of a fight lassie…I’m a wee bit disappointed” His laughter echoes I glare at him.

“Reckon I need to tie ye up if my memory serves me right an I have a good one at that”

He removes a length of rope and makes a big production of binding my wrists. He climbs on behind and takes up the reins and we ride.

Darkness begins to set in and we continue on for some time….finally he reins to a halt as I stir restlessly. He whispers something barely audible in Gaelic. I find my voice.

“What now…why are we stopping?”

“We’ll camp here”

He springs down form the horse and lifts me off then leads me to a nearby tree.

“Sit down” He indicates the moss-covered ground beneath the tree.

“No, I will not sit” I say as I try to stretch the stiffness from my legs …

He stops and eyes me intently…as a slow smile blooms on his face. “ah, a wee bit saddle sore are ye…?”

His eyes travel downward. ”Aye, I remember em well perhaps Mitlan ought to ride ye lass” His hands reach to caress my sorer parts.

I twist from his grasp …..he chuckles

“I’ve a mind to keep ye fer myself ..he traces a finger along my neck… but the missus may not like it…ah but tonight…nobody knows”

I twist again from his grasp and walk a few feet away….hands still bound.

His eyes follow and he paints on wicked smile....

“Relax Ezella I don’t want to bed ye. I just want to see ye pay for what ye’ve done. It was yer beauty made me lose my head once but no more.
****
Two days later as we approach Glendon Castle. I take a deep breath trying to anticipate what lies behind those walls. And I certainly am not about to tell this Tancan rouge who brought me here that he has a son.


To be continued……

(She's not in real danger yet though because no one knows who she really is :-)

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