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The rocking of the cart was comforting, though she knew that she was not supposed to be there.
Laun did not open her eyes. She felt light headed and it was not just the sway of the cart. She was laying on padding... She remembered pillows and sheepskins and she did smell sheep. There were multiple horses around her, but not all going the same pace, or in the same direction. There was a tight feeling around her wrists...rope. It was dark.
Laun opened her eyes when she realized that it was not just dark behind her eyelids, it was dark outside, too. She was in the back of the cart that Silar had taken her to the Spring filled glade in. She could not see Silar from where she was, but she was in a four-sided cart with a basket next to her face. She could see that there was rope around her wrists, expertly tied so that she could not get out. She flexed her hands slightly and there was pain, the pain she knew from when her wrists went out of place.
They must have been traveling all day. She could not tell when the sun had gone down, but they were in an area that was being fairly well traveled. She heard another set of footsteps going past in the other direction, and some low voices. The cart went past the voices and turned a corner. It was quieter along this stretch of road.
They traveled for at least another hour before she felt the cart being pulled off the roadway and onto the grass beside. Laun’s back was hurting, but she had not moved from where she had woken, trying to make sense of what was going on.
The basket was taken from by her head and she finally saw Silar. She had no doubts that it had been Silar to do this. She had walked into some sort of trap. He saw that she was awake and frowned. »Read More