"FREE-50" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 9 - The Freedom Fighters Of Trelandar)Freedom Fighters of Trelandar A Tale of Adventure in the Second Dark Age Book Nine of the Warlady Series By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Fifty I was aware of Miss Phara Holt's perfume as she pressed up against me there behind the outbuilding, feeling the warmth, the feminine curves of her voluptuous figure. The two of us now hid- ing in the shadows as their three men at arms strolled on by. My "future" daughter in law, if my son survived this war, would be a woman who would draw stares and wolf whistles wherever she went. She was now eighteen, the gold ring on her finger "marking" their engagement before Jerry went off to war, proud of the caste mark now burned into his wrist that marked him as being of the Warri- ors. The military conscription that Darlanis had introduced had left no choice, the Empress needing every young Warrior and War- rioress she could get her hands on in this fruitless battle in Orgon now. The irony of Jerry fighting for Darlanis infuriating! "Been doing this for fifteen years now," I smiled to Phara, stepping out from behind the outbuilding, drawing the arrow back, my missile only a brief second ahead of Phara's, whose busty fig- ure made it necessary for her to wear a leather bra beneath her outer clothing. Someone having said of Phara that she was a "wet dream walking", which was a pretty good "description" of her too! The remaining man fleeing in terror, my second arrow dropping him before he made fifty feet, so such had my archery become over the years due to constant practice, my lovely compound bow still as "good" as ever although I'd had to replace the string and cables. "Wish I could have been with Jerry," Phara said, another ar- row now nocked on her bowstring as we dashed through the scat- tered trees to the manor house ahead. The thought going through my mind that I should have spent more time teaching Phara how to use the sword she now carried. While I had "accepted" Phara as a future daughter in law, Carl had not, his sometimes rather open "hostility" towards her leaving no doubts as to his thoughts now. "Watch it!" I snapped, yanking Phara to one side as an arrow came zipping from the manor house, it being obvious that we no longer had the element of surprise in our favor here anymore now! Phara and I returning fire, while others of our force circled in, it being my intention here to set fire to the place if I could... Free their slaves, run off their livestock, and in general commit just as much MAYHEM as I could now before then retreating to the safety of the forest where our unicorns and horses awaited us. "Just keep shooting..." I heard Phara whispering to herself, no doubt feeling the terror of one's first time in battle, of the thought that you might die here in this place, that you might be sent on to your next incarnation with your whole life yet ahead!! I felt "good" about Phara, despite whatever Carl felt about her. "It's on fire," I spoke, one of our fire bottles having done its work, the glow of the fire already visible now as Phara shot off another arrow, her aim only "fair", but about what to be ex- pected considering this was her first time to see real battle. I wished to force Darlanis to divert forces from the front in Orgon back to Trelandar, take the "burden" off our Dularnian allies... We were "terrorists" now in the true sense of the word, but this was "war", and I saw no reason now to hold back for doing that I had determined would be the most effective in fighting the enemy. Forcing these Imperial Lords and Ladies to use their authority in the Imperial Senate to make Darlanis divert forces she now badly needed in Orgon back to Trelandar to "defend" what she'd thought she'd won now fifteen years before! And with the bigger Dularni- an raiders coming out of Arsana, the Empress would have her hands full in trying to "defend" a coastline that couldn't be defended! "Oh..." Phara breathed, an arrow going "thunk" in the tree behind which she stood, someone having just made a lucky shot. A second of hesitation, then I saw her return fire, it being obvi- ous to me that despite her "breeding", Phara was a true fighter! A man running up to me, almost taking my arrow before I "recog- nized" him as being one of "us", telling me that the slaves were being free and the livestock being run off there into the forest. "PULL OUT!" I yelled, another arrow going "zip" on past me, Phara standing there looking at me, her eyes gleaming in the glow of the fire from the burning manor... Then dashing off with the others as I followed, running a zig zag course to avoid arrows. Once again the "Lady Sanda Harles" had struck a blow for freedom. I watched Maris Marn, beautiful, blonde, and "collared", go strolling down the path, the sensual sway of her buttocks beneath her shift leaving no doubts in anyone's mind that she was female. She was a "beautiful" woman, Senator Daris having paid fifty good gold crowns for her, but Lana had quickly decided that Maris was better off on the estate than as her husband's latest plaything. Save for her green eyes, she could have been a sister of Darlanis in facial features and figure, although she was more intelligent, and in my considered opinion, not a slave we should have around. Warrioresses in my personal opinion making dangerous slave girls as I'd pointed out to Lady Lana a number of times since she came back from visiting her husband in Sarn with this blonde in tow... Lady Lana had gone off this morning with some men to pursue a dire wolf we believed had been "responsible" for killing one of our cows. Carl had been sent to Trella on estate business so she had taken huntsmen, Foresters, as befitting the nature of things. Carl being a skilled huntsmen, who often got a deer for us here. "Slut!" I growled here to myself now, watching the Dularnian girl, Maris being a "flirt", like many slave girls, but one who had picked my own husband to flirt with, much to my annoyance! I was aware of Maris' caste, of the fact she was a Warrioress, and skilled with the sword, which also made her into one "dangerous" blonde! The only saving quality she did have was that she doted on Mara, now six, Lana's daughter, although Mara in turn was get- ting much too friendly with the slave girl, which might be trou- ble later on now if things continued. Also, I was worried about Jerry, about Darlanis' latest attempts to crush the Free Trelan- dar Movement... I was not in a good mood, especially with Maris strolling around the estate like she practically "owned" it here! The woman being treated for all extents like she was an employee! "Blonde, beautiful, and `trouble'," Phara Holt said as she walked up, having seen the slave girl strolling by like some hip swinger, as those who followed Lara's profession were called now. "Now I could think up a way to kidnap her and sell her..." I mused, Phara nodding, sharing my thoughts without any "need" here for words. We were close, closer than ever now, I might mention. "Lady Lana thinks highly of her," Phara pointed out to me. "Lady Lana doesn't know `what' she is," I growled back now. "Her step mother was a commodore in their Navy," Phara said. "And she was a `favorite' of Darl Jord," I added icily now. "That `figures'," Phara answered, giving me a big grin here. "We'll swing around and check that ruined house," I suggest- ed to the men at arms with me. We'd been out all day searching for Lana, for any evidence of what had "happened" to her and her men after the return of their unicorns to the estate last night!! The sun now getting low in the west, with darkness only a couple of hours off. While we were safe enough in numbers, I was aware of the tales told by the Foresters, those who hunted these woods. Tales of creatures neither man or beast, but something "else". I had been told that Garths had been spotted, and they were not the sort of an animal too that anyone wished to meet up with either! "Must'a run into outlaws or `something'," a man grumbled as we rode through the woods, the trees towering up there around us, sunbeams sparkling through their limbs to illuminate the ground. "Maybe these `terrorists' that got everyone so upset," he added, putting the thought in my mind that there could have been some sort of a tragic mistake with Lady Lana being shot for an enemy! "There's a unicorn!" I breathed, spurring mine to a gallop. The animal Brian's, a fine animal, the best that gold could buy! The unicorn tied to a tree, the ruins of the earth home now just a "hump" covered by vegetation. Its survival over all these long centuries having amazed me, although the Ancients could build in ways that we of today cannot, of materials we no longer can make. "You'd better be careful, Mrs. Talen," one of the men warned as I dismounted by the entrance, drawing my sword as I did, there being little doubt in my mind that Lana's son had come to harm... A cold chill going through me as I pushed aside the rubble and entered, the bodies lying before me leaving no doubts now, nor as I saw the scene there did I doubt what had happened here. Brian had found the dire wolf, but his crossbow bolt had not killed it in time. The "remains" of the other men, Foresters according to their tunics, apparently having come to their end I noted not by the fangs or claws of an animal, but from a sword! It being ob- vious here that this place had been a hangout of outlaws, who had killed Lana's own men and taken her captive, perhaps to sell as a slave once they had sated their lusts upon her! The light inside was too dim to tell very much, but it was obvious that swordplay had taken place here. Only the lack of the bodies of any enemy puzzled me, as not even Darlanis herself could have faced Lady Lana and three of her men in a contest of swords and survived it! Freedom Fighters of Trelandar A Tale of Adventure in the Second Dark Age Book Nine of the Warlady Series By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Fifty I was aware of Miss Phara Holt's perfume as she pressed up against me there behind the outbuilding, feeling the warmth, the feminine curves of her voluptuous figure. The two of us now hid- ing in the shadows as their three men at arms strolled on by. My "future" daughter in law, if my son survived this war, would be a woman who would draw stares and wolf whistles wherever she went. She was now eighteen, the gold ring on her finger "marking" their engagement before Jerry went off to war, proud of the caste mark now burned into his wrist that marked him as being of the Warri- ors. The military conscription that Darlanis had introduced had left no choice, the Empress needing every young Warrior and War- rioress she could get her hands on in this fruitless battle in Orgon now. The irony of Jerry fighting for Darlanis infuriating! "Been doing this for fifteen years now," I smiled to Phara, stepping out from behind the outbuilding, drawing the arrow back, my missile only a brief second ahead of Phara's, whose busty fig- ure made it necessary for her to wear a leather bra beneath her outer clothing. Someone having said of Phara that she was a "wet dream walking", which was a pretty good "description" of her too! The remaining man fleeing in terror, my second arrow dropping him before he made fifty feet, so such had my archery become over the years due to constant practice, my lovely compound bow still as "good" as ever although I'd had to replace the string and cables. "Wish I could have been with Jerry," Phara said, another ar- row now nocked on her bowstring as we dashed through the scat- tered trees to the manor house ahead. The thought going through my mind that I should have spent more time teaching Phara how to use the sword she now carried. While I had "accepted" Phara as a future daughter in law, Carl had not, his sometimes rather open "hostility" towards her leaving no doubts as to his thoughts now. "Watch it!" I snapped, yanking Phara to one side as an arrow came zipping from the manor house, it being obvious that we no longer had the element of surprise in our favor here anymore now! Phara and I returning fire, while others of our force circled in, it being my intention here to set fire to the place if I could... Free their slaves, run off their livestock, and in general commit just as much MAYHEM as I could now before then retreating to the safety of the forest where our unicorns and horses awaited us. "Just keep shooting..." I heard Phara whispering to herself, no doubt feeling the terror of one's first time in battle, of the thought that you might die here in this place, that you might be sent on to your next incarnation with your whole life yet ahead!! I felt "good" about Phara, despite whatever Carl felt about her. "It's on fire," I spoke, one of our fire bottles having done its work, the glow of the fire already visible now as Phara shot off another arrow, her aim only "fair", but about what to be ex- pected considering this was her first time to see real battle. I wished to force Darlanis to divert forces from the front in Orgon back to Trelandar, take the "burden" off our Dularnian allies... We were "terrorists" now in the true sense of the word, but this was "war", and I saw no reason now to hold back for doing that I had determined would be the most effective in fighting the enemy. Forcing these Imperial Lords and Ladies to use their authority in the Imperial Senate to make Darlanis divert forces she now badly needed in Orgon back to Trelandar to "defend" what she'd thought she'd won now fifteen years before! And with the bigger Dularni- an raiders coming out of Arsana, the Empress would have her hands full in trying to "defend" a coastline that couldn't be defended! "Oh..." Phara breathed, an arrow going "thunk" in the tree behind which she stood, someone having just made a lucky shot. A second of hesitation, then I saw her return fire, it being obvi- ous to me that despite her "breeding", Phara was a true fighter! A man running up to me, almost taking my arrow before I "recog- nized" him as being one of "us", telling me that the slaves were being free and the livestock being run off there into the forest. "PULL OUT!" I yelled, another arrow going "zip" on past me, Phara standing there looking at me, her eyes gleaming in the glow of the fire from the burning manor... Then dashing off with the others as I followed, running a zig zag course to avoid arrows. Once again the "Lady Sanda Harles" had struck a blow for freedom. I watched Maris Marn, beautiful, blonde, and "collared", go strolling down the path, the sensual sway of her buttocks beneath her shift leaving no doubts in anyone's mind that she was female. She was a "beautiful" woman, Senator Daris having paid fifty good gold crowns for her, but Lana had quickly decided that Maris was better off on the estate than as her husband's latest plaything. Save for her green eyes, she could have been a sister of Darlanis in facial features and figure, although she was more intelligent, and in my considered opinion, not a slave we should have around. Warrioresses in my personal opinion making dangerous slave girls as I'd pointed out to Lady Lana a number of times since she came back from visiting her husband in Sarn with this blonde in tow... Lady Lana had gone off this morning with some men to pursue a dire wolf we believed had been "responsible" for killing one of our cows. Carl had been sent to Trella on estate business so she had taken huntsmen, Foresters, as befitting the nature of things. Carl being a skilled huntsmen, who often got a deer for us here. "Slut!" I growled here to myself now, watching the Dularnian girl, Maris being a "flirt", like many slave girls, but one who had picked my own husband to flirt with, much to my annoyance! I was aware of Maris' caste, of the fact she was a Warrioress, and skilled with the sword, which also made her into one "dangerous" blonde! The only saving quality she did have was that she doted on Mara, now six, Lana's daughter, although Mara in turn was get- ting much too friendly with the slave girl, which might be trou- ble later on now if things continued. Also, I was worried about Jerry, about Darlanis' latest attempts to crush the Free Trelan- dar Movement... I was not in a good mood, especially with Maris strolling around the estate like she practically "owned" it here! The woman being treated for all extents like she was an employee! "Blonde, beautiful, and `trouble'," Phara Holt said as she walked up, having seen the slave girl strolling by like some hip swinger, as those who followed Lara's profession were called now. "Now I could think up a way to kidnap her and sell her..." I mused, Phara nodding, sharing my thoughts without any "need" here for words. We were close, closer than ever now, I might mention. "Lady Lana thinks highly of her," Phara pointed out to me. "Lady Lana doesn't know `what' she is," I growled back now. "Her step mother was a commodore in their Navy," Phara said. "And she was a `favorite' of Darl Jord," I added icily now. "That `figures'," Phara answered, giving me a big grin here. "We'll swing around and check that ruined house," I suggest- ed to the men at arms with me. We'd been out all day searching for Lana, for any evidence of what had "happened" to her and her men after the return of their unicorns to the estate last night!! The sun now getting low in the west, with darkness only a couple of hours off. While we were safe enough in numbers, I was aware of the tales told by the Foresters, those who hunted these woods. Tales of creatures neither man or beast, but something "else". I had been told that Garths had been spotted, and they were not the sort of an animal too that anyone wished to meet up with either! "Must'a run into outlaws or `something'," a man grumbled as we rode through the woods, the trees towering up there around us, sunbeams sparkling through their limbs to illuminate the ground. "Maybe these `terrorists' that got everyone so upset," he added, putting the thought in my mind that there could have been some sort of a tragic mistake with Lady Lana being shot for an enemy! "There's a unicorn!" I breathed, spurring mine to a gallop. The animal Brian's, a fine animal, the best that gold could buy! The unicorn tied to a tree, the ruins of the earth home now just a "hump" covered by vegetation. Its survival over all these long centuries having amazed me, although the Ancients could build in ways that we of today cannot, of materials we no longer can make. "You'd better be careful, Mrs. Talen," one of the men warned as I dismounted by the entrance, drawing my sword as I did, there being little doubt in my mind that Lana's son had come to harm... A cold chill going through me as I pushed aside the rubble and entered, the bodies lying before me leaving no doubts now, nor as I saw the scene there did I doubt what had happened here. Brian had found the dire wolf, but his crossbow bolt had not killed it in time. The "remains" of the other men, Foresters according to their tunics, apparently having come to their end I noted not by the fangs or claws of an animal, but from a sword! It being ob- vious here that this place had been a hangout of outlaws, who had killed Lana's own men and taken her captive, perhaps to sell as a slave once they had sated their lusts upon her! The light inside was too dim to tell very much, but it was obvious that swordplay had taken place here. Only the lack of the bodies of any enemy puzzled me, as not even Darlanis herself could have faced Lady Lana and three of her men in a contest of swords and survived it! |
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