Spirit Bridge (A Well Spring Novel) by James L. Rubart

Author:James L. Rubart [Rubart, James L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2014-05-06T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-NINE

TRISTAN BARROW PACED ACROSS THE NARROW RIDGE, HIS boots tearing into the loose shale at his feet and sending it falling into the river canyon below him. His six-foot-six frame moved like a lion, his thick blond hair and broad shoulders completing the picture of a world-class athlete.

Orson—to Tristan’s left—shifted the weight of his chunky body back and forth and stared straight ahead. Jotham stood on his right, his short lean frame twitching as if ready to strike. To either side of them were two more angels. In the distance, on the other side of the canyon, Tristan saw a small cloud of dust rise from three figures that moved toward them.

“I don’t like it.” Orson folded his arms and glared at the three beings. “What’s the point of having even a shred of discourse with him?”

“Let not your heart be concerned. His goal for this encounter is knowledge. To poke and prod at us. Not battle.”

Of this, Tristan was certain. Both Orson, Jotham, and the two others had been under his authority for seven centuries of human time and were proven warriors who had joined him in more than six thousand battles. If this encounter came to war, so be it. He had not even a sliver of fear that he and his warriors wouldn’t emerge victorious. Their enemies knew it as well. Which was why swords would not be drawn. Today.

A jagged wind surged up from the canyon below and buffeted them like a sandstorm. A current of evil designed to instill doubt and fear. None of his warriors would succumb to the lie, but it was irritating nonetheless.

“I don’t like this either.” Jotham reached for the hilt of his sword and massaged the leather-wrapped hilt. “We should destroy them the moment they appear.”

“Patience,” Tristan said. “We are here to listen.” He turned to his left. “Rantor, take a position twenty paces farther out.” He turned to his right and issued the same order to the angel there.

When the three figures were two hundred or so yards away, they vanished. An instant later the ground shook with the strength of an earthquake, and the three figures stood across the canyon from them, thirty yards away.

The one in the middle took out a gold coin and flipped it in the air, caught it, and stared at the markings on its surface. He glanced up at Tristan, then back to the coin.

“I like the human’s worship of this mineral.” Zennon rolled it around his fingers. “It is quite beautiful. But its beauty is nothing like the garden before the earth was corrupted.”

“Don’t waste the moments I have given you.” Tristan’s voice was ice. “If you have words to speak, say them now.”

“Quite right.” Zennon grinned. “By the way, old friend, I’m sorry you didn’t arrive in time to keep Brandon Scott’s throat from being slashed open. How is he doing? Still dedicated to the cause? Rumor says not as fully as he once was.”

Tristan still stood like granite, his hands at his sides, his fingers loose.

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