The Adels - Part 12
The Adels part 12 has been posted after almost two weeks of internet problems.
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 12Wolf Blackheart took a drink from his wineskin. His throat was dry and raspy, the result of bellowing instructions first to his men and then to the little people who surrounded them. It had taken hours of threats to the old woman’s life before they even showed themselves, and now they simply stood waiting. He had forced the old woman to tell them to show themselves. Everyone knew that when Leprechauns appeared all you had to do was keep eyes on them. They were helpless then, and had to comply with your demands. No one had mentioned it took them so long to gather the gold, but now there was movement from beyond the circle of mushrooms that defined the ring. A diminutive, old man was making his way into the circle. He was dressed like the others in red coat and cap. Beside him, dressed in similar style was a woman. Even from this distance, Wolf felt attracted to her. Maybe he could make her part of the treasure. Behind those two came four more of the little people struggling to carry a large chest, the gold at last.“Look sharp,” Wolf growled to his men. He wished Kent had made it back on time. The killing was about to begin.The Leprechauns carrying the chest shuffled a distance into the circle, about three of his strides he figured. The old Leprechaun indicated a spot on the ground. The chest was placed there, and all the men shuffled back out of the circle leaving the female and the chest. Wolf tightened his grip on his sword and his hold on the old woman’s arm, dragging her along behind, as he strode forward to his treasure. The female stood on the far side of the chest. He stopped on his side and looked her over.“What’s with the red clothes? I heard all Leprechauns wore green.”“They do,” Amadella answered.“Then what are you,” Wolf asked.“We are the Far Darrig, cousins of the green men.”Wolf considered this new piece of information. “It doesn’t matter what you call yourselves, you must be bound by the same rules. You came to save the old woman, and you brought my gold.”“We are bound by custom not by myth,” Amadella replied with a sweet smile. Wolf didn’t understand what she meant . . . custom . . . myth . . . who cared? The gold was there to be claimed. “Show it to me,” he demanded raising his sword as a threat.***Bray, standing in the trees out of sight, watched the scene, and wondering when the little people were going to do something other than stand around the circle. They stood slightly outside of the perimeter, arrayed in their sartorial splendor. Although they all wore red coats and caps there was an abundance of variety in the designs of both and there didn’t seem to be any colour limitation on their other clothes and boots. It looked like a rainbow had descended and encircled the ring.
The ring itself was delineated by a row of mushrooms. He had noticed that the Far Darrig that carried the chest had been careful to step over them. Amadella had informed him that the Far Darrig would take care of the men. He was waiting for something to happen. From what he could see, the men were standing together close to the centre of the circle, while the little people formed a lose perimeter around them. Beside him, young Adel placed her hand on his arm. The scene before him shimmered and changed. The men within the circle were no longer alone. Most had Far Darrigs standing beside or behind them, all except for a few, but he could now see the little people creeping towards those men, closer, and closer until all the men except for the leader were partnered.
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 12Wolf Blackheart took a drink from his wineskin. His throat was dry and raspy, the result of bellowing instructions first to his men and then to the little people who surrounded them. It had taken hours of threats to the old woman’s life before they even showed themselves, and now they simply stood waiting. He had forced the old woman to tell them to show themselves. Everyone knew that when Leprechauns appeared all you had to do was keep eyes on them. They were helpless then, and had to comply with your demands. No one had mentioned it took them so long to gather the gold, but now there was movement from beyond the circle of mushrooms that defined the ring. A diminutive, old man was making his way into the circle. He was dressed like the others in red coat and cap. Beside him, dressed in similar style was a woman. Even from this distance, Wolf felt attracted to her. Maybe he could make her part of the treasure. Behind those two came four more of the little people struggling to carry a large chest, the gold at last.“Look sharp,” Wolf growled to his men. He wished Kent had made it back on time. The killing was about to begin.The Leprechauns carrying the chest shuffled a distance into the circle, about three of his strides he figured. The old Leprechaun indicated a spot on the ground. The chest was placed there, and all the men shuffled back out of the circle leaving the female and the chest. Wolf tightened his grip on his sword and his hold on the old woman’s arm, dragging her along behind, as he strode forward to his treasure. The female stood on the far side of the chest. He stopped on his side and looked her over.“What’s with the red clothes? I heard all Leprechauns wore green.”“They do,” Amadella answered.“Then what are you,” Wolf asked.“We are the Far Darrig, cousins of the green men.”Wolf considered this new piece of information. “It doesn’t matter what you call yourselves, you must be bound by the same rules. You came to save the old woman, and you brought my gold.”“We are bound by custom not by myth,” Amadella replied with a sweet smile. Wolf didn’t understand what she meant . . . custom . . . myth . . . who cared? The gold was there to be claimed. “Show it to me,” he demanded raising his sword as a threat.***Bray, standing in the trees out of sight, watched the scene, and wondering when the little people were going to do something other than stand around the circle. They stood slightly outside of the perimeter, arrayed in their sartorial splendor. Although they all wore red coats and caps there was an abundance of variety in the designs of both and there didn’t seem to be any colour limitation on their other clothes and boots. It looked like a rainbow had descended and encircled the ring.
The ring itself was delineated by a row of mushrooms. He had noticed that the Far Darrig that carried the chest had been careful to step over them. Amadella had informed him that the Far Darrig would take care of the men. He was waiting for something to happen. From what he could see, the men were standing together close to the centre of the circle, while the little people formed a lose perimeter around them. Beside him, young Adel placed her hand on his arm. The scene before him shimmered and changed. The men within the circle were no longer alone. Most had Far Darrigs standing beside or behind them, all except for a few, but he could now see the little people creeping towards those men, closer, and closer until all the men except for the leader were partnered.
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