Sunmaster by C.E. Murphy

Author:C.E. Murphy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Miz Kit Productions

CHAPTER 14

Rasim woke up to a blindfold, a gag, and a throbbing headache. It took a few seconds longer to realize his hands were also tied behind his back, but that was practically comfortable compared to the knot of cloth in his mouth. It tasted like horse hair. He was lying on his side on the ground, and there was a familiar scent in the air, almost strong enough to drown out the horsey taste. It might have been something like the golden-colored stew he'd eaten earlier, maybe, but that wasn't enough to tell him anything about where he was. From what he'd seen and smelled, people all over the temporary city ate food like that all the time. Rasim muffled a groan, then tried swallowing around the gag, which didn't work very well.

There were distant sounds that he recognized: people and horses. More horses than people, maybe. He was probably still somewhere in the Shenryalan gathering's enormous camp, unless he'd been unconscious a very long time. He thought his head hurt too much for that to be true, though, and after a slow contemplation of the rest of himself, decided he was neither hungry enough, nor had to pee badly enough, to have been out for much more than an hour or two.

He did wonder, for a moment, whether his captors thought he needed his eyes, mouth, or hands to work witchery. He needed none of those things, although he did need for his head to hurt less. Probably they'd tied him up more to keep him quiet and from knowing who they were. But maybe Shenryalan witches did need one, or all, of those abilities to work their own magic. He would have to ask Oyun, or maybe Milu.

Either his head hurt too much for him to be scared, or he'd gotten so accustomed to being in dangerous, out-of-control situations to panic. Rasim felt like it was maybe more the former than the latter, because if he started thinking about it like that, his heart began lurching and his stomach soured as his hands went sweaty.

Maybe it was better to just believe he'd find a way out of this, because he had every other time so far. He took a shaky breath through his nose. He didn't want his captors to know he was awake, but he wanted to throw up less, and he was afraid he might if he didn't get some fresh air into himself.

The deep breath tasted too much like horse hair to make him feel better. Rasim pressed his face against the ground for a moment, trying to steady himself through the nausea and the throbbing head, and then nodded a little. He could do this. He would be fine.

He had to be. Because somebody had presumably overheard him with Desimi and Ūrrin, asking about delzjha, and had taken steps to remove his questions from the conversation. If he could stay alive and captive long enough, he might learn who, and then, at least, he would have something solid to go to Captain Nasira with.

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