Jeanne G'Fellers - Sisters Flight by Jeanne G'Fellers

Author:Jeanne G'Fellers [Jeanne G'Fellers]
Language: spa
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781594931161
Google: sNFuPQAACAAJ
Amazon: 159493116X
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2007-06-01T03:00:00+00:00

Master: Trust your instincts, child.

Apprentice: And not my eyes?

Master: The eyes deceive. If you feel danger, react to it before it has a chance to come into view or else it may be too late.

Rankil

"The mine guild sets all prices." A boy sentry, one of two dozen or so on guard, greeted us at the mine's main gate. "Full payment is expected at the time of sale."

"Everyone knows that." Frest's mouth twitched in frustration.

"All buyers are to wear lenses inside the mine boundaries." The boy yawned. "Lenses and shackles are also required on all sales. If you haven't brought them, you can buy them at the sale."

"At a high price, I'm certain." Frest pointed to the sack draping my shoulder then to the lenses covering all our faces. "We brought our own."

"Enough for what you buy?" The boy rubbed at his sleep-deprived eyes.

"Do we look like idiots?" Frest rested his hand on his sword hilt. "Of course we brought enough. You always shackle and lens slaves. It's the only way to keep the fire-eyed bitches in line."

"I'm only doing what they tell me, sir." The boy glanced nervously at Frest's weapon hand then back stepped, crunching the toes of the boy behind him.

"I suppose." Frest dropped his arm. "Continue what you were saying."

"That's it, sir." The boy waved us through without further hesitation as several other parties now waited behind us. "Good day."

"Will be if the prices are low enough," Frest called over his shoulder. Those of us who understood Autlach forced a chuckle and led the way behind Frest, descending the trail leading to the riverbanks and the mine. When we were a safe distance from prying eyes, Stiles called a halt.

"Evangeline, Norlynn and I will scout the area for Yauld. Rankil, you take Laszlo and Frest." She looked up at Evangeline. "Laszlo should play mute if she's spoken to."

"She knows," said Evangeline. "And I have asked Trooper Rankil to look out for her."

"Very good. We'll look over the stock." She sneered from what I think we were all thinking—the very idea of referring to sisters as a commodity. "Rankil's group will make the purchases. We'll meet up and make our exit as soon as they're done."

I nodded and the team broke in two. Frest directed our group toward the holding pens, but the smell alone could have led us. It was far worse than the Yauld paints, putrid and rotting from pass after pass without proper drainage. The pens were all designed alike—close set, horizontal and vertical bars as well as spikes thwarting any idea of escape. The northern end of each contained a dilapidated three-sided windbreak—the only defense against the elements.

"Now you see why we camped topside," said Frest. "No one deserves this."

"But too many get just this." I said in smooth Autlach. "But not for much longer." I turned toward Laszlo so I could translate, but her attention was elsewhere.

"Helaine!" She pointed to the closest pen. "Trooper Rankil, it is my friend Helaine!" She made a step toward the pen, which I quickly thwarted.

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