The Stars are Silent, Ch. 6Auscol found the darkness of the woods quite comforting but for thatMaribeth continued to trip over the ferns. The snap-stumble she keptmaking made it hard to listen for the weight difference in Yelshilelsstep that meant Riehwol was falling off. To be fair to him, the warriorhad been coming out of the saddle far less than he had been. Auscolhoped this meant he was recovering. Riehwol had not been looking anybetter, but he had taken his weapons up again, even though Maribeth hadmade the decent point that disguising him might lower the chances ofthem being attacked again. Ah, but the warriors pride. They had gonethree days now. Riehwol suspected the bandits were no longer aboutbecause the forest keepers were. They could only hope he was right.The moon was high and bright, the air clear with the season. The forestcanopy was aglow, and swayed in the wind, making movement indiscerniblein the shadowy depths. Yelshilels step was antsy, as the scent ofpredators
The Stars are Silent, Ch. 5The yellow-brown grass was thick, consuming every inch of ground itcould get its roots into. It tended to only grow to the mid-thigh, butoften enough it reached past the waist. It was strong too, and pickeditself back up even as they rested in the midst of it. Maribeth wasglad for her long skirts as she watched her two kawul companions spendtheir breaks treating grass cuts on their legs and feet, which, giventheir fur, happened with surprising frequency. Even Yelshilel sported afew streaks of blood.It had been about a week that theyd been traveling when the grassbegan to give way to lesser, greener things. Riehwol and Auscol hadquickly made up by more or less refusing to speak to each other. Theyboth, however, found it perfectly acceptable to speak to Maribeth, butnot at the same time. Annoying as it was, it was probably preferable tothe alternative.Maribeth heaved a sigh as she adjusted her position in the shade. Theboys were sleeping, and Yelshilel was grazing la
The Stars are Silent, Ch. 4With the moon’s return to the sky, the warrior men had returned to thevillage. Or so Auscol assumed. He hadn’t really gone outside since hearrived at the inn, preferring to rest inside and let his legs recover.He had also done his best to catch up on sleep, figuring he’d need tobe as alert as possible should he be confronted by the warrior men.Maribeth had been unwilling to let him do this, as she wanted toexplore the village and, understandably, didn’t want to explore byherself. He had walked her around once, then managed to convince her torest inside for the rest of the time. Her legs still hurt too. Betweenmeals and naps, he taught her more Kawulish, which helped keep her mindoff of her homesickness.Auscol walked out into the main room to try to get some food. The sightof Therryel stopped him in his tracks. The gamekeeper was sharing adrink with another fellow, a dust-haired man with well-muscled arms,and ignoring Auscol, although he was quite a
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