Bastial Sentinels (The Rhythm of Rivalry: Book 5) by B.T. Narro

Author:B.T. Narro [Narro, B.T.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-04-19T00:00:00+00:00

He was eager to speak with Reela when morning came. He was up earlier than most others, though he dared not enter the women’s quarters. With nothing to do, he dressed and started out of the bunker, figuring he could catch the sun as it rose. As he neared the exit, he heard voices echoing down the hall from the stables.

“How are you still fat after being here so long?” a man teased.

“He must be eating the horses,” another voice said.

“Is that all you’ve got? I’ve heard that a thousand times already. Think of something else.”

“I’m seriously confused as to how you’re this fat! I’m not joking. I want you to tell me.”

“Just take your horses and get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me your secret. Do you have food hidden somewhere?”

“He’s probably eating grass.”

“You shouldn’t eat grass, Seffry.”

Cleve decided to interrupt them. Just his presence in the room was enough, as the two young men stopped their chiding and dragged two horses out past Cleve. A portly man he assumed to be Seffry regarded him cautiously.

“I’m Cleve.” He offered his hand. “I came with the Elves.”

Seffry seemed surprised. It took a moment for him to shake Cleve’s hand. “I’m Seffry. I hope you’re not expecting me to give you a horse without permission.”

“No. I just thought I’d introduce myself.”

Silence followed, and Cleve decided it was time to leave. But as he turned, Seffry called after him. “You came in here to stop them from teasing me, didn’t you?”

“Just wanted to introduce myself,” Cleve repeated. It didn’t feel right taking credit for the men leaving, as he hadn’t done anything.

“You’re a good man…is that why you’ve come to Lake Mercy?”

Cleve turned back to face the stable master, unsure how to answer.

“Some believe this is all a trap,” Seffry continued. “But I’d like to think it’s not.”

Someone’s footsteps echoed behind Cleve. “He is a good man,” Jek said. “How are you this morning, Seffry?”

“Just fine, Jek.”

“Cleve’s an old friend of mine. He would tell me if there was some sort of trap planned.”

Guilt pricked Cleve’s heart. He said what he could. “There’s no trap.” But you’re not going to like what happens after this battle, whether we win or lose.

“Good. Were you going outside?”

“I was.”

They said goodbye to Seffry and left.

“Did you plant any of the evesal seeds?” Cleve asked.

“No. I spoke with Micah about it, hoping he had some ideas, but there’s just nowhere the plant can stay out of harm where it would get enough light.”

“So you had another nightmare,” Cleve said.

“I’ve had one every night for years. I can take it.”

A fresh breeze tossed Cleve’s hair hanging over his forehead. From the high entrance of the bunker, they could see over the trees shrouded in shade. Long spears of clouds cut through the sky as the sun fought to burn through them.

“How’s Lisanda?” Cleve thought to ask.

“She’s taken her father’s death quite hard.”

A poor question, he realized. The Elf, whose orders I follow, is responsible for Jessend and Lisanda’s sadness.

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