The Adels Part 5
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Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 5Wolf Blackheart stood at the side of the trail and watched his men trudge by. He had five men in the lead, followed by the cart containing their food supplies and the old woman. The donkey pulling the cart was moving well, and the ten men bringing up the rear were keeping up — no stragglers — they would make his planned distance easily before dusk. Another half day tomorrow would see them to their destination. Then the fun would begin. Blackheart had to admit he was looking forward to the fun. He liked to kill. It made him smile. They had given him the name Blackheart for a reason, and he had kept the name because he felt it suited him. He had other features that could have led to other names. He was a big, powerful, man. He was fast. He was handsome. He turned heads when he walked by. He was more intelligent than anyone else he had ever met. Any of those characteristics could have been adopted as a name, but the characteristic that stood out the most was his cruelty. Wolf felt that when his crimes eventually caught up with him, and they cut his heart out they would find it was black, devoid of light and goodness. Yes, the name Blackheart suited him.***Someone else felt the same way about the colour of Wolf’s heart. As the column of men moved off down the trail there was a twinkle of light beside a large oak tree, siting off by itself, overlooking the cliffs and the water. A figure seemed to step out of the trunk of the tree. It was short; coming to no more than a normal person’s chest in height, dressed in a long red coat that almost brushed the ground. On its head it wore a red cap from which strands of red hair were trying to escape. As the creature watched the column of men trudge away up the path it placed its hand on its hips. An action that pushed the coat open exposing soft green leather breeches tucked into red leather boots, and topped by a soft green silk blouse. The action also exposed the fact that the watcher was female and beautifully proportioned.
Amadella had been sitting high in the oak tree enjoying the view when she had seen the caravan approach. Normally she would have ignored their passage, but something had drawn her attention. From her vantage point high in the tree she could discern a glow coming from the bed of the donkey cart. As the cart passed below her she made out a person, obviously a prisoner, within it. Although the dirty bandana over the eyes and mouth obscured the person’s appearance, the glow told Amadella the captive was an Adel. Now at the bottom of the tree, she lifted her hands, holding them cupped before her. Her lips moved as she spoke quietly, and finally she lifted her cupped hands to her face and blew into them. In the next instant there was a red breasted song bird resting there. Whispered instructions were given before the bird launched itself into the air. It was soon lost from sight. Amadella strolled off towards the cave to the village. Her people would be warned. She had other information to gather.
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 5Wolf Blackheart stood at the side of the trail and watched his men trudge by. He had five men in the lead, followed by the cart containing their food supplies and the old woman. The donkey pulling the cart was moving well, and the ten men bringing up the rear were keeping up — no stragglers — they would make his planned distance easily before dusk. Another half day tomorrow would see them to their destination. Then the fun would begin. Blackheart had to admit he was looking forward to the fun. He liked to kill. It made him smile. They had given him the name Blackheart for a reason, and he had kept the name because he felt it suited him. He had other features that could have led to other names. He was a big, powerful, man. He was fast. He was handsome. He turned heads when he walked by. He was more intelligent than anyone else he had ever met. Any of those characteristics could have been adopted as a name, but the characteristic that stood out the most was his cruelty. Wolf felt that when his crimes eventually caught up with him, and they cut his heart out they would find it was black, devoid of light and goodness. Yes, the name Blackheart suited him.***Someone else felt the same way about the colour of Wolf’s heart. As the column of men moved off down the trail there was a twinkle of light beside a large oak tree, siting off by itself, overlooking the cliffs and the water. A figure seemed to step out of the trunk of the tree. It was short; coming to no more than a normal person’s chest in height, dressed in a long red coat that almost brushed the ground. On its head it wore a red cap from which strands of red hair were trying to escape. As the creature watched the column of men trudge away up the path it placed its hand on its hips. An action that pushed the coat open exposing soft green leather breeches tucked into red leather boots, and topped by a soft green silk blouse. The action also exposed the fact that the watcher was female and beautifully proportioned.
Amadella had been sitting high in the oak tree enjoying the view when she had seen the caravan approach. Normally she would have ignored their passage, but something had drawn her attention. From her vantage point high in the tree she could discern a glow coming from the bed of the donkey cart. As the cart passed below her she made out a person, obviously a prisoner, within it. Although the dirty bandana over the eyes and mouth obscured the person’s appearance, the glow told Amadella the captive was an Adel. Now at the bottom of the tree, she lifted her hands, holding them cupped before her. Her lips moved as she spoke quietly, and finally she lifted her cupped hands to her face and blew into them. In the next instant there was a red breasted song bird resting there. Whispered instructions were given before the bird launched itself into the air. It was soon lost from sight. Amadella strolled off towards the cave to the village. Her people would be warned. She had other information to gather.
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