CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 40
posted by Cat @ 9:54 PM
Monday, November 22, 2004
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CHAPTER 40
Nicadea greeted the first rays of the morning with the enthusiasm of an old friend. The night had seemed endless. Strange scratching and throaty howls robbed her of any real rest. The tree had not been completely uncomfortable, but the worry of falling had been a constant. As soon as the light filtered through the leaves to the ground, she half shimmed, half slid down the trunk.
The woods were quiet. The animals who had tortured her all night were finally asleep. The camp she had left behind was waking. Soon, they would be looking for her. She continued in the direction she had started last night, moving in a light sprint. By the time the sun was fully up, she had left her nighttime refuge far behind.
The trees were steadily thinning as the land fell away in rapid descent. After another hundred yards, she
could hear the water running. She walked to a place where she could see downwards into the swirling water. The river ran below her, cutting her path for as far as she could see. The way down was steep and by the time she had reached the bottom, her hands and arms were full of tiny cuts and scratches.
Choosing the narrowest point, she half waded, half-swam the shallow river. The water was cold, soaking her dress and making walking difficult. Fear, however, was a great motivator. The general must never find her. Whatever difficulties she might face by running away would still be better than being caught. The thought gave her a fresh energy to travel on.
She walked until the sun was almost straight overhead before stopping to rest. She had picked nuts and berries as she went, but her body was a point of complete fatigue. Sitting in the shadow of an overhand, she curled her legs up under her and fell asleep.
She was awakened suddenly by a strange sound. At first, she was too disoriented to even guess what it could be. Then, as she became more lucid, she realized she was hearing the sounds of singing. Was she near a settlement or had the army traveled as far as she had? The only way to find out was to leave her place of safety and look.
The sun was beginning to set. In the distance she could see smoke rising near the horizon. Setting out at a brisk pace, she traveled as fast as she dared, determined to see over the next hill before sunset. As she neared the edge, the volume of voices increased. She had happened onto a celebration. By the time she could see what was happening, she was sure. She had reached a Celtic settlement. Relief washed over her. She had made it. She was safe.
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