Gears of Troy 3 by Daniel Pierce

Author:Daniel Pierce [Pierce, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-18T06:00:00+00:00

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Whistler and I arranged to travel to the highlands, just as a pair. We did not plan to stay longer than it took to gather the ore and fill her people in on the latest developments. She assured me that she would be able to round up more of her people to bring the load back with us. Helen and Zinni stayed behind in Illium to add the final touches to the cannons.

The two of us rested on the boat to Port Superior. Once we touched down, I scrounged up another bag of silver and handed it over before we took our leave for the highlands. Whistler insisted we only take one horse, seeing no need to waste two for the trip.

Her hands gripped my waist more firmly than I would have thought necessary. She pulled herself close, and the smell of her skin filled my senses with spice and something at the edge of my recognition, like a fading memory made new by her closeness. I knew of nothing to compare it to, much like Whistler herself. Her chest rubbed against my back as the horse carried us along, and after a while she let one of her hands drop to my lap, casually leaving it there for a time while her other arm still held her close to me.

It was well into the next day when we reached the area that she called the highlands. There was little more grass than on the rocky expanse we left behind, but there was more. Every so often we would come across some towering rocky cairn or a primitive scene of stick-animals drawn onto the surface of a smooth natural stone wall, giving the land an ancient, raw feel. There were signs of people, but it was wild and fragile, as civilization had made no inroads beyond simple drawings that claimed we are here.

We dismounted to stretch our legs and followed an old path for several hours as the evening sun descended upon us. This was an old place, to be sure. It was a cold place as well, and dry and forbidding, given enough time to consider the expanse around us.

“Who made these monuments?” I asked, pointing to one of the stone structures as we passed it by.

“I do not know. I imagine they were made long before any of my people came here.”

“Are we close to your home?”

“We are, but I think it would be best to camp for the night.”

I had only packed a few furs for the trip, but tents did not seem necessary. The night turned out to be clear, free of any unfavorable weather. We built a fire atop a rocky hill and spread out our furs at the fire’s edge. The view left me without words. Wolves were howling far below us in the valleys, only adding to the scenic feel. Patches of grass and other foliage accented a half-dozen shimmering ponds which reflected the light of the stars. The fire crackled at our side as we took in the vista.

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