He had walked away without saying where he was going, left the slave standing with the Cimmerian on one of the irregular, dusty streets of Akhet. Maybe when he failed to return she would worry that...
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He had walked away without saying where he was going, left the slave standing with the Cimmerian on one of the irregular, dusty streets of Akhet. Maybe when he failed to return she would worry that...
Lucio took Octavia by the arm and stepped forward. “Like we promised. The Governor Magistrates daughter.” He nodded over his shoulder to Elena. “And her cousin.”
Pigface placed a broad...
Ransom had been arranged. One of Lucio’s men brought word that a price had been agreed upon and with an hour, Octavia and Elena were being led through the woods to an exchange point near one of the...
Guy and Sergeant Guiterez sat on opposite sides of a small campfire, Guy on a stump and the sergeant on a pine log. Other campfires dotted the night, spread across the field like little orange and...
Elena and Octavia stumbled through the woods, blindfolded and their hands bound by strips of cloth torn from their dresses. Rough hands pushed and tugged at them, guiding them. Crude voices...
In the dining hall, Guy sat in the high-backed chair intended for the governor. For so long had he been motionless, leaning forward in the chair, elbows on the table and forehead in the palm of his...
The wagon lurched forward. The horses, urged by the driver’s lash, hurled themselves along the rutted road, blind to all but the biting whip. Soldiers and bandits fought at the cart blocking the...
Along the roads from Hep-Kab to Caravanserai and to Bubshur, sprouted trees. One day there was nothing, the next, there stood mature but sparse, pole-like trees laden with strange fruit. They lined...
A lame horse hobbles along the rock strewn path to Hep-Kab, dragging behind it a dead man, his foot tangled in a stirrup. Two rebel slaves watching the path rush out to the horse. One inspects the...
:::A common parchment, folded in the western style of important messages and sealed with wax bearing the imprint of a rampant boar. The writing, however, is obviously not from the hand of a...
Guy lifted his hand and motioned toward Hep-Kab. A horn sounded, banners dipped toward the mine and blocks of men in formation marched forward. Four blocks, each with twenty-five men, arranged in a...
"Will he live, Sir Guy?"
Sir Guy de Leon understood the unasked question from the second company sergeant, Tepanamun. The razor-faced stygian was really asking, 'Am I to be first company...
Elena lounged at the back of the wagon, her arm resting on the wagon gate. Two of the commander's men rode behind the covered wagon, two ahead of it and two on the front bench. Trees lined the road...
Ishmael squirmed in the net, trying to roll onto his belly and hide his face. "Forgive me, Master Guy! Master Vacil told me to do it."
"Liar," shouted Guy raising the heavy javelin once more.
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Men working the fences around the village pointed toward the approaching horsemen. They shielded their eyes from the sun, counting as best they could the armed soldiers. As groups of cavalry peeled...