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  “Like what?” the man asks.

  “I want firm pockets attached to the outside of the belt, just large enough to hold each slug firmly so it won’t fall out as I move,” James explains. “There should also be a slit up the middle where I can grab it with my finger to pull it out.”

  The man takes out a piece of parchment and begins drawing what James is describing. After a couple corrections, James is satisfied the man understands what he’s asking of him. “I could get something like this done for you,” the man says, “for about five silvers.”

  “I’ll give you six if you can finish it by sundown tomorrow?” James offers.

  Shaking his head, the man says, “I have another order that I must do first, but I can have it ready by day after tomorrow, for six.”

  “Alright,” James says as he hands over three silvers. “I’ll give you the rest when I pick it up.”

  Taking the coins, the man says, “Very well, day after tomorrow.”

  James shakes his hand and then they leave his shop.

  They make it back to their camp and spend a restless evening as they wait for the morning, and Tersa’s auction.

  The sun no more crests the horizon before Jiron is itching to get going to the slave market for his sister.

  “Relax,” Roland says, “the auction doesn’t start until two hours after sunup.”

  “Still,” Jiron says as he resumes his pacing.

  Once they’ve had breakfast, Jiron, Roland and James leave for the auction. Jiron sets a fast pace and the coins in James’ shirt that he had brought for the auction can be heard jingling with every step.

  At the gates to the slaver’s compound, they find a line of people has already begun to form to enter. They wait their turn and finally pass through into the courtyard beyond.

  They see that one of the platforms on the edge of the courtyard has been set up for the auction. Pressing through the crowd they maneuver to get as close to the front as possible. Jiron looks around at all the people waiting for the opportunity to purchase a living being and it just makes him angry.

  Several slavers are already in position there on the platform, watching the crowd as the courtyard fills up. Each has a whip hanging at their waists. Jiron stands there impatiently for over ten minutes before a door finally opens in the side of the courtyard and a line of girls comes out. Jiron looks over at them anxiously but doesn’t see Tersa among them.

  The auctioneer steps to the front of the platform and calls for the first girl to be brought forward. When she approaches the front of the stage, one of the auctioneer’s assistants removes the girls clothing. Standing there naked, she starts crying as they turn her around, showing her off to the crowd.

  Once the auctioneer has spoken to the crowd, the bidding begins and James sees those in the crowd raising their hands. When the bidding is done and the girl is being led to the man who bought her, Roland says, “She went for seventy five gold.”

  “Is that a lot?” James asks.

  Shrugging, Roland replies, “I don’t know, I’ve never been here for this kind of auction.”

  One by one they watch as the girls are brought forward, displayed and then sold. Once sold, each has a tether attached around their neck before being led off the platform to be received by their new owner. One girl collapses in a faint and has to be carried away. The onlookers laugh while some call out to the new owner as he goes to take his property.

  The next line of girls are brought out and at the head of the line is Tersa, not looking nearly as nervous as the rest of them. James can see her searching the faces of the crowd, trying to find her brother, but isn’t able to.

  When she is brought to stand next to the auctioneer and stripped, James thought Jiron was going to run up there, killing everyone. But to his surprise, he took it stoically and endured this so he may have her back. The bidding commences and Roland raises his hand to make a bid. It had been decided he should be the one to bid on her since he understands the language.

  During the bidding, James watches Tersa as her eyes move from one bidder to the next in a hopeful attempt to locate her brother. He can see a slight uplifting at the corners of her mouth when her eyes stop their roving and settle on her brother standing next to one of the bidders. A slight smile escapes her as she stands there on the platform, knowing her brother is out there.

  Roland continues bidding until all but a few are still with him. Then, from the back of the crowd, a loud voice says something and the crowd becomes positively silent. Looking back over the crowd, James sees a large man, easily a head taller than anyone else in the courtyard. Bald head and extensively tattooed, with two swords strapped to his back, he strides to the front as the crowd quickly parts for him like the sea for Moses.

  All the other bidders are silent as the man strides forward, confident that she is his. When Roland doesn’t say anything, Jiron says, “Bid!”

  “But…” he stammers.

  Jiron, having picked up a little of the language after having listened to the bidding, shouts out a bid in their language.

  The crowd collectively catches their breath and the auctioneer pales. The giant of a man suddenly stops and turns to see Jiron staring fiercely back at him. He cries something out and again the crowd gasps.

  “What’s going on?” James asks.

  “That’s a Parvati,” he says, “terrible fighters.”

  “And?” Jiron asks.

  “They have a custom that is supported by the Empire,” Roland explains. “They may call for a blood duel if anyone crosses them.”

  James looks shocked by that, “Why in god’s name would they support a custom like that?”

  “They serve the Empire loyally and fiercely,” he explains. “That’s why no one crosses them, those that do, die.” He looks at Jiron and says somewhat nervously, “He has called one on you for challenging his right to this slave.”

  Jiron looks over at the Parvati and sees him staring back at him. The crowd begins to widen into a circle, a wide circle.

  “So now…” begins James.

  “Jiron must fight him, right here, right now,” he finishes. Looking to Jiron, Roland says, “You have no choice in the matter and it’s to the death.”

  Jiron looks toward Tersa, who is standing there on the platform, uncertain now that things are not going exactly as she had anticipated. He removes his excess native attire and with a glance to the waiting Parvati, he pulls his knives and advances.

  “Good luck,” says James.

  “Thanks,” Jiron says nonchalantly, “just like back in the pits.”

  As he advances, the Parvati draws both swords, one slightly shorter than the other. Not nearly as confident as he’s making out, Jiron sizes up his opponent as he would in the pits.

  When he’s within about six feet of the Parvati he stops and waits for the attack. Knives are no good against an opponent who’s prepared and waiting for your attack, you’ve got to get them moving so an opening will present itself that you can take advantage of. Those in the pits who failed to learn that didn’t last too long.

  With a roar, the Parvati slashes with his longsword while keeping his shorter one close for defense.

  Jiron dances back and lets the sword pass by in front of him, mere inches away, never once taking his eyes from the Parvati’s.

  The Parvati studies Jiron and then begins a series of attacks using both the long and short sword.

  Jiron easily deflects each blow, trying not to absorb too much of the impact. He’s good, but not the best I’ve seen, Jiron thinks as his knives move to counter each attack.

  The Parvati stops his attacks and steps back as he stares in disbelief at the little man with the two knifes. The expression on his face says he doesn’t understand why Jiron is still standing.

  Again the Parvati closes to attack Jiron and launches complicated pattern, using attacks and feints to try to get within Jiron’s defense. Unable to breach it, the Parvati begins growing frustrated at not being able to kill th
is upstart. Suddenly, pain erupts from his left outer thigh and he’s shocked to see blood beginning to well from a shallow cut that Jiron had managed to land.

  The crowd gasps, utterly surprised that this man with knives against swords had managed to draw first blood, especially against a Parvati.

  James nudges Roland who turns to see him there with a smile on his face, “He’s good.”

  “I see that,” Roland says, amazed.

  His pride wounded at not drawing first blood, the Parvati screams and presses the attack, trying to connect less by skill than by brute strength.

  This new series of attacks begins to leave Jiron’s arms fatigued from having to take more of the force of the blow on his knives rather than deflecting it away. Deciding to change tactics, Jiron goes on the offensive, startling the Parvati who’s not used to such a maneuver from an opponent.

  With amazing agility, Jiron manages to get within his guard and scores another slash across his chest. Not deep, but it’s a staggering blow to the Parvati’s ego. Jiron takes a few steps back to catch his breath as he watches to see what the Parvati will do next.

  The Parvati stands there staring at the blood coming from his chest and then looks over to Jiron. His eyes begin to turn red and flecks of foam can be seen at the edges of his mouth. Berserker! Jiron recognizes the signs from others he had faced in the pits. Berserkers are incredibly dangerous, but often leave themselves open for counter attacks, providing their opponent lives that long.

  With a cry unlike any he had uttered thus far, the Parvati races toward Jiron, swords flying with incredible speed. Jiron’s knives deflect blow after blow, his arms deadening from the impact of a berserker’s strength.

  Then the moment comes that he was waiting for, a series of attacks that will bring the longsword into just the right position. He catches the longsword between his knives and twists while at the same time jerking the longsword. To the amazement of the onlookers, the Parvati’s longsword flies out of his hand and sails over the crowd. Onlookers dive out of the way as the sword strikes the ground, its point sinking a foot into the ground. Everyone looks in awe at the weapon standing upright a dozen feet from the combatants.

  The loss of his sword snaps the Parvati out of the berserker’s rage which greatly diminishes his strength. All berserkers use up most of their stamina while in the rage. He staggers backward, staring at his empty hand, not understanding what had just happened.

  Taking the offensive, Jiron advances upon him, knives whirling in a pattern that a single sword is unable to defend against.

  Doing his best, the Parvati, who had been so sure of victory, now was trying to merely survive. Cut after cut springs open upon his body; arms, legs, and chest all begin to well blood. Greatly weakened by the berserker rage, he’s increasingly becoming unable to block Jiron’s blows. Until at last, Jiron gets within his defense and slices him across the wrist, severing the tendons. Unable to hold the sword any longer, he watches as it falls from his now useless hand to the ground.

  Without even pausing, Jiron moves in and finishes him off with a stab through the chest, puncturing his heart. To the shocked awe of the crowd, the Parvati falls to the ground, dead.

  Coming over to him, James asks, “You okay?”

  Nodding, Jiron says, “Just tired.” He then reaches down and cleans his knives on his opponent’s shirt. Once his knives are sheathed, he takes the Parvati’s purse and walks up to the auctioneer. Roland joins him before he reaches the platform.

  The auctioneer says something and Roland says, “She’s yours, Jiron, free and clear.”

  Jiron turns to Tersa as she comes down the steps off the platform. They give him a slave shift for her and he puts it on her. Giving her an apologetic look, he takes the tether that had been placed around her neck and then leads her out of the courtyard while the onlookers move aside, clearing a path for them.

  She tries to give him a hug once they’re outside the slaver compound, but he stops her saying, “Not here, not now.” Understanding, she continues to play the part of a slave until they reach the caravan.

  Chapter Fifteen

  When they leave the city and are seen approaching the caravan, Delia and Tinok leave the others and race toward them. Delia gives Tersa a big hug while Tinok pats Jiron on the back.

  Jiron takes hold of the tether around his sister’s neck and uses one of his knives to cut it off of her. The world seems to stop for a moment as they finally look at each other, reunited after so many hardships. Allowing herself to finally express her emotions, Tersa hugs her brother as tears begin to fall.

  The others remove themselves closer to the wagons to give them a moment alone and James relates the events back at the slaver compound. When he gets to the part where Jiron is fighting the Parvati, Jiron and Tersa join the group. After he’s finished, Tinok says, “Wish I could have been there.”

  Delia goes over to one of the wagons and brings back a small, rectangular box and hands it Tersa. Opening it, she finds a beautiful new dress inside. She looks to Delia, almost ready to break down into tears again. “Thank you!” she exclaims as she removes the dress from the box.

  Smiling, Delia says, “I just thought you would want something other than slave rags to wear.”

  Jiron gets up and hugs Delia, saying, “I never even thought about clothes for her, thank you.”

  Returning his hug, she pats him on the shoulder as she says, “You’re a man. I figured you wouldn’t.”

  Tersa turns to her brother and asks, “Are we going back home?”

  “I don’t think there’s any home to go back to,” he says, hating the words even though he knows they’re the truth.

  “But,” she says, apprehensively, “what are we to do?”

  “First thing is to get you out of those rags,” Delia says as she leads her over to a wagon where she has a couple blankets already set up for privacy while Tersa changes.

  “Just what are we to do now?” asks Tinok while Tersa is changing.

  “Miko is still heading south,” James replies and then he explains how he figured that out. “I plan to continue south and find him.” He looks around at everyone else before adding, “You needn’t feel obligated to accompany me, now that your sister is back with you.”

  Jiron gives him a look and says, “We’re not about ready to turn our back on you, James.”

  “That’s right,” Tinok joins in. “Besides, where would we go?”

  “Right now, we’re together and being together gives us security,” Roland adds. “No point breaking it up just yet. I figure as long as we act the part of traders, we will be left alone.” Looking around at the group he says, “We don’t exactly look the part of spies or invaders.”

  “True,” agrees James. “I’m not sure how far my quest for him will lead us, though.”

  “Doesn’t matter,” Jiron replies. “We’re standing by you till you see it through.”

  “Thank you,” James replies, “I was hoping you would.”

  Just then, Delia returns with a much changed Tersa. She had brushed out her hair and cleaned her up. The guys catch their breath at the vision of feminine beauty walking toward them.

  “Tersa,” Jiron exclaims, “I can’t believe that’s you.”

  “Do I look alright?” she asks.

  “Alright?” Tinok says with a smile. “You’re gorgeous.” Cassie gives him an annoyed look. “But not as gorgeous as you,” he tells her which softens her expression.

  James can only nod his head, words escape him.

  “Thanks,” she says, blushing slightly.

  “But I think we need to get her other more practical, traveling clothes,” Delia says. “This dress will hardly be suitable for the road.”

  “Good idea,” James says, “we all could use a change of clothes. We’re not leaving until after tomorrow anyway.”

  “Then it’s settled,” Delia announces, “Roland, Ezra and I will go in and purchase more clothes.” Turning to Tersa she says, “It would pro
bably be best for you to stay here.”

  Tersa nods her head in agreement, “I would prefer that.”

  “When we get back,” she says to the others, “then you guys can go and get some extras for yourselves as well.”

  “Maybe we should get equipment for the guys we’re going to buy tomorrow?” Tinok asks.

  “Might not be a bad idea,” agrees James. “Do you know what we’re going to need for them? And the sizes?”

  “I think so,” says Jiron. “I know who three of them are, so we can at least get those three set up and then just see about the rest once they’re here.”

  “We have six additional horses,” James says. “Will they be able to ride?”

  Jiron and Tinok look at each other and laugh.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I don’t think they’ve ever been on a horse before,” Jiron says.

  “Yeah, they’re going to be sore!” Tinok exclaims and then commences laughing once again.

  Delia and her group head out toward town to do their shopping while the rest just hang around the wagons, waiting. Jiron and Tersa swap stories of what’s happened to them since the last time they were together. When he mentions James and his ability to do magic, she looks over to him with wide eyes, a little fearful.

  “You’ve nothing to worry about,” her brother assures her. “He’s nothing like the stories of mages that we grew up on, he’s okay. Besides, without him I wouldn’t be here.”

  Seeing him noticing her looking at him, she flashes him a quick, slightly embarrassed smile and then resumes her conversation with her brother.

  Several hours later, they finally see Delia and her group returning. Trailing along behind are a couple boys carrying armloads of packages.

  “Think you got enough?” Jiron asks, a slight smile on his face.

  “Hope so,” she says, oblivious to his sarcasm. “Just a few necessities that will be needed.”

  Ezra has a new sling for Arkie slung across her chest, his wide, curious eyes peering out from within.