The Adels - Part 8
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Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 8Grandmother Adel returned to consciousness slowly. Although she was now aware of her surroundings her mind was still foggy. She couldn’t seem to think clearly. She was struggling to open her eyes when she heard someone speak.“Wake up you old hag,” the voice said as she felt herself pulled roughly into a sitting position. She was still trying to open her eyes when she was shocked by a slap across her face.“Wake up, I said!”Adel managed to open her eyes. There was a man squatting in front of her. His hand was raised as if to hit her again. She instinctively tried to pull away, but only managed a slight movement. Her body did not seem to be doing what she told it. Instead of striking her again the man grabbed her chin in a brutal grip. She winced at the pain. She tried to say alright, but realized that there was a mass of something in her mouth.“Don’t try to speak you old witch. Just sit there and listen.”He released her face. She tried to raise her hands to rub at the pain, but they were bound tightly behind her back. Her arms felt like pins were pricking them, and her body hurt in too many places to catalogue.“Nod your head if you understand what I am saying,” Wolf Blackheart continued.Adel nodded as best she could.“Good. Behave yourself, or I will hit you again. Understand?”Adel nodded again. Beyond the man she could see other men setting up a campsite. As her senses cleared, she could smell food being prepared and wood smoke.“I have food for you. You will eat it. We don’t want you dying before your time although judging from your looks you are well past your time. Tomorrow morning we will visit a faery ring and you will help us find the hidden gold. I will keep hold of you at all times, so don’t try any of your witch magic on me. One false move and I will spill your guts. Now, I am going to pull the gag from your mouth. If you try to speak I will cut you like this, only worse.”Adel felt a searing pain run down the side of her face. She tried to scream, but the gag prevented sound from escaping. When the pain had passed she felt a rough hand on her chin, as the gag was pulled from her mouth. Then a bowl was held to her lips, and a warm liquid was forced on her. She swallowed dutifully as each mouth full was delivered. The food was followed by two meager sips of water, before the gag was forced into her mouth again. The man left. Adel tried to think, but she felt clarity slipping quickly away. More drugs, was the only thought she managed.*** Wolf Blackheart motioned for Kent, his second in command, to follow him as he left the old woman. Kent cleaned the blood from his knife and slipped it into its sheath. He was hoping that Wolf would explain in more detail what was going to happen tomorrow, but he knew better than to ask. His predecessor had asked too many questions, and had died with his tongue cut out. Wolf stopped by the edge of the clearing their campsite occupied. Kent hurried up to him.“Tomorrow morning I want you to select three men. The four of you are to hide around the campsite, and wait to see if anyone is following us. You know what to do if they are.”Kent smiled wickedly showing his rotten teeth. “Kill them.”“Wait until the sun is directly overhead. If no one has shown up by then quick march along our trail and join us at the ring.”“One thing though, Boss. If you start before we arrive could you save one for me. I have a hankering to kill me a Leprechaun.”“I’ll see what I can do, now, how about some food.”
With that the two men moved off to the fire. Neither took notice of the small, red breasted, songbird perched on the branch above their heads. With a jump the bird left its perch and flitted off through the trees.
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 8Grandmother Adel returned to consciousness slowly. Although she was now aware of her surroundings her mind was still foggy. She couldn’t seem to think clearly. She was struggling to open her eyes when she heard someone speak.“Wake up you old hag,” the voice said as she felt herself pulled roughly into a sitting position. She was still trying to open her eyes when she was shocked by a slap across her face.“Wake up, I said!”Adel managed to open her eyes. There was a man squatting in front of her. His hand was raised as if to hit her again. She instinctively tried to pull away, but only managed a slight movement. Her body did not seem to be doing what she told it. Instead of striking her again the man grabbed her chin in a brutal grip. She winced at the pain. She tried to say alright, but realized that there was a mass of something in her mouth.“Don’t try to speak you old witch. Just sit there and listen.”He released her face. She tried to raise her hands to rub at the pain, but they were bound tightly behind her back. Her arms felt like pins were pricking them, and her body hurt in too many places to catalogue.“Nod your head if you understand what I am saying,” Wolf Blackheart continued.Adel nodded as best she could.“Good. Behave yourself, or I will hit you again. Understand?”Adel nodded again. Beyond the man she could see other men setting up a campsite. As her senses cleared, she could smell food being prepared and wood smoke.“I have food for you. You will eat it. We don’t want you dying before your time although judging from your looks you are well past your time. Tomorrow morning we will visit a faery ring and you will help us find the hidden gold. I will keep hold of you at all times, so don’t try any of your witch magic on me. One false move and I will spill your guts. Now, I am going to pull the gag from your mouth. If you try to speak I will cut you like this, only worse.”Adel felt a searing pain run down the side of her face. She tried to scream, but the gag prevented sound from escaping. When the pain had passed she felt a rough hand on her chin, as the gag was pulled from her mouth. Then a bowl was held to her lips, and a warm liquid was forced on her. She swallowed dutifully as each mouth full was delivered. The food was followed by two meager sips of water, before the gag was forced into her mouth again. The man left. Adel tried to think, but she felt clarity slipping quickly away. More drugs, was the only thought she managed.*** Wolf Blackheart motioned for Kent, his second in command, to follow him as he left the old woman. Kent cleaned the blood from his knife and slipped it into its sheath. He was hoping that Wolf would explain in more detail what was going to happen tomorrow, but he knew better than to ask. His predecessor had asked too many questions, and had died with his tongue cut out. Wolf stopped by the edge of the clearing their campsite occupied. Kent hurried up to him.“Tomorrow morning I want you to select three men. The four of you are to hide around the campsite, and wait to see if anyone is following us. You know what to do if they are.”Kent smiled wickedly showing his rotten teeth. “Kill them.”“Wait until the sun is directly overhead. If no one has shown up by then quick march along our trail and join us at the ring.”“One thing though, Boss. If you start before we arrive could you save one for me. I have a hankering to kill me a Leprechaun.”“I’ll see what I can do, now, how about some food.”
With that the two men moved off to the fire. Neither took notice of the small, red breasted, songbird perched on the branch above their heads. With a jump the bird left its perch and flitted off through the trees.
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