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Date Posted: 04:15:24 04/02/02 Tue
Author: novae
Subject: Untitled, Chapter Seven.
In reply to: novae 's message, "Untitled" on 19:08:59 03/29/02 Fri

Chapter seven:

Sam could hardly remember the events of the night before, she was thankful for that. She didn’t think she could cope with it all, not now. After the fight, and the guard had slain the final intruder she collapsed into his arms, and knocked him over. They sat there for a long time her face buried in his chest, weeping. Eventually more guards came and then Mita, Sam’s maid. Mita had pulled her from the horrified guard and taken her from the room. As she left Sam cried out the many people in the room. She asked them to clean up but to not touch the bodies. They had looked at her curiously as she was wrenched from the room by Mita.

It was just dawn as Sam returned to her room. Mita sat down with her and spoke in calming words, somehow foreign to Sam. After a time she gained control of herself, she bid Mita off and thanks her. She looked out the window, the sun was just rising. The warm light on her face could never hide the coldness in her heart. Sam got up, she removed the filthy nightgown, and changed. The young woman wiped her eyes and left the room. She walked back up in the direction of her fathers quarters, just like last night, only now there were servants bustling around. She turned up the same steps she had last night, there was a faint red stain on the stone. Clearly someone had scrubbed very hard. As she grew closer Sam resisted the urge to turn and run back to the loving arms if Mita. Oh, how she felt sick, thought Sam. Down the long hall she could see a large group of people around her fathers study, the room that they had been attacked last night. As she came closer all grew silent. Waiting for what the orphan daughter would say. She entered the room, standing tall and proud. It did not last long.

The servants had done as she asked. The room was clean, but the bodies still lay in their same positions, although now they were clean of blood. She walked over to her father’s body, that was when her confidence left. She looked over him than fell to her knees sobbing. Countless servants rushed to her but she shook them off. Again she wiped her eyes and sighed. She kissed her father on the forehead and closed his eyes. She moved over to one of the attackers, the one that had had his foot cleaved. It was a gruesome sight. The young woman looked down at the attacker, she really felt no pity for him. How heartless, she thought. It turned out that the attacker was a plain man, no hideous creature. But they had seemed so different last night in the dark, so much more dangerous. Sam turned to a servant and nodded. The handsome man rushed up, and with the help of a few wrapped the body in cloth and bore it away. Sam walked past the other intruder, she had no desire to look upon another one. Sam cam to on of the foreign messengers. This one had dark hair, it was terribly tattered and dirty. He had a long face, with dark eyes. His skin was not pale nor dark. Sam noticed something, a letter in a pocked that would had been concealed in the mans cloak, but when he fell the cloak had fell open, revealing the letter. She picked it up it was sealed with wax, on the wax was printed a “V” sign. It looked vaguely familiar. She check the other man but there was nothing to be found. Sam walked away, the servants buzzed behind her the moment she stepped away, clearing the bodies. Sam walked over to a guard standing by the door. ‘Sir,’ she said gently, carefully controlling herself. She would not show weakness in front of these people. ‘Sir, where is the brave guard that saved me last night?’
‘Y’ means Jeb Lady. He went a while back, down to the barracks. He was pretty torn up milady.’
‘Thank you sir,’ she said rather meekly now. Sam turned from the room and headed for the Barracks. Not until she was out of sight did she permit herself to cry.

***

Jeb looked down into the glass at the amber liquid in it. He quickly drank it down before his mind permitted him to remember the night before. ‘Well, please may I have another glass Mr. Barman sir?’ Jeb said only slightly slurred.
‘No lad I think you’ve had quite enough. Why don’t you head back to your bad and get some sleep. I can see you’ve been through a lot. You look terrible.’
‘Yes, I will,’ he responded. ‘thanks,’ Jeb muttered as he slapped a few coins onto the bench. He wandered out onto the street, and bumped straight into a rather stunning young woman. She had long auburn hair, as most women did in this part if the world. There were crystal blue eyes set into a perfect face. In fact she looked slightly familiar.

Sam looked up startled, a tipsy man had stumbled right into her. ‘Sir! Look where you’re going.’ Then she realized. ‘Oh my Jeb! What are you doing here? You should be at the barracks’
Jeb saw who the woman was and suddenly felt quite embarrassed, and in an instant the drunkenness wore off. ‘Oh lady. I was just having a drink you see. And then I was heading back to my mothers house to tell her the story.’
‘No, you won’t tell anyone of this, not until I say so. Come with me back to palace.’
Jeb followed her sheepishly. As the drink wore off he remembered the night before.

Sam led Jeb into a pleasant courtyard. They sat at a small stone table. And talked. Jeb listened with his head down, as Sam continued to tell him her woes. For some reason she took comfort in the person who had shared the ordeal with her. When Jeb looked up he saw that Sam was crying. He patted her hand. ‘don’t you worry milady. It’ll all turn out fine.

After quite some time of silence, a weedy man approached. ‘Samantha, dear. What are you doing with this lowlife.’ Jeb looked hurt. Sam explained who he was then the weedy man asked them to join him and some others in an assembly in the assembly chamber in one hour. There were important issues to be discussed. As the man walked away Sam turned to Jeb. ‘That was Dourfis, my fathers aide. I never liked him.’ Jeb nodded.

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