Seth, A Naiad's Son (Generations of Eredwynn Book 3) by Harris Daniel B

Author:Harris, Daniel B [Harris, Daniel B]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2014-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

When I came to, I found myself in a cart or small wagon. I was blindfolded, with my hands and feet tied. My magic was bumping the bottom of the well and I was ill. Leaning in the direction that I hoped was the side of the cart, I began vomiting. I didn’t think it would ever end until I heard, “Dylon, I reckon them ammo balls of yen’s is gonna kill the boy. If ya wanna kill ‘um we oughta do it an’ not make ‘im suffer like that.”

“Ya know, Ralph, if ya take them off from ‘round his neck, he’ll get them powers back. Ya outta know he can kill us all, if that was ta happen.”

“Do ya think we can take ‘um off and jus’ set ‘um close? We done heard ‘bout it can get ‘im from purty far off.”

“Alright, set ‘um off to the th’ side. If he so much as sparkles, I wanna put ‘um right back on.”

I felt a leather strap being pulled over my head and the bag of ammo was lifted away. It felt like fifty pounds had been removed. I whispered, “Thank you, Ralph.”

“Ain’t no need ta be thankin me, boy. I jus’ don’ want ya dyin’ afore I gets my money. We be gittin’ ta Ashqia ‘bout tomorra an’ gittin’ our coin.”

I was feeling somewhat better in just the short time the bullets had been away from me, but my magic was recovering too slowly to make a difference. “Ralph, listen. I’m a very rich man and can give you twice whatever they are offering in Ashqia. Just have them turn around and go back to Krose and you can name your fee.”

“As good as th’ offer sound, Miss Willow ain’t gonna go for it anyhow. I donno what ya done to her, but she gotta star-awful grudge.”

I couldn’t think of anyone, let alone a female, who would have a grudge against me. Perhaps one of the girls in light blue or white had thought that I should have chosen them. Father had taught the young men in the family, ‘Hell has no fury like a woman scorned’. We didn’t know what the word ‘hell’ in the statement meant, but ‘fury’ and ‘scorned’ were easily understandable.

We trudged on and I listened to the horses’ hoofs to try to get some idea of distance traveled. I finally gave up on that and focused on my magic. It was coming back, but at a rate that was hardly noticeable. All it would take would be a brush with that ammo again and I’d be vomiting and bumping the bottom of the magical barrel.

I focused on things that would raise my spirit instead of dwelling on the dangerousness of the situation at hand. I pictured how nervous and clumsy Tabitha and I had been on our wedding night, then how satisfying it had been when we got it right. I pictured my first time with Anne and the way she’d prepared me for

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