Part 39 (1/2)
She takes it from him and says, ”Thank you sir. I was just taking this to have it repaired.”
He nods his head. ”I was wondering if you would like to have a cup of ale with me over at the s.h.i.+ning Flagon later on. Say in a couple hours when things calm down around here?”
That's why he scared me out of ten years growth? To ask me out? ”I'm sorry,” she tells him, trying her best to hide the irritation in her voice, ”but I already have someone.” ”I'm sorry,” she tells him, trying her best to hide the irritation in her voice, ”but I already have someone.”
”Oh,” he says. ”Sorry to have bothered you.”
Turning, she hurries away. After taking a few steps, she glances back and finds the soldier having already returned to within the fortress. Breathing a sigh of relief, she makes her way away from the gates to the fortress.
To the north of the fortress is the city of Kern, a large collection of buildings whose main purpose is to house and support the troops stationed there. At least that was its original purpose, now many trading houses have sprung up, those who trade primarily with merchants within the Empire.
It's a mile away and by the time she crosses the distance, her nerves have managed to calm down. So as not to attract undue notice, she keeps her bow and quiver tightly wrapped and concealed within her cloak.
Many people are in the streets, there's a buzz going around about the activities out by the keep. The general mood is one of curiosity rather than fear of an attack. Aleya finds it easy to make her way through the milling populace without attracting attention.
One of the last buildings on the north side of town, before the road leaves the outskirts, is a run down inn. The aroma coming from it makes her stomach ache with hunger. It's been quite a while since she's had anything to eat other than food foraged off the land. Warring needs collide within her, the need to get out of here and the need for real food. The need for real food wins out and she makes for the inn's entrance.
As she walks through the door she finds a quiet inn, only three other people sit at the tables while having their morning meal. One couple, an older man and lady sit off to one side. The other is a solitary man who sits in a corner and whose eyes watch her as she enters. Their eyes lock for a moment before the proprietor comes forward.
”Good morning miss,” the fat man says. Beaming a smile which genuinely makes her feel like he's happy to see her, he readily puts her at ease.
”Good morning to you, as well,” she replies.
”What can we do for you here at the Weary Traveler?” he asks.
”Just something to eat,” she replies.
Nodding, the innkeeper says, ”Just take any seat, and Millie will be out shortly to see to your needs.”
”Thank you,” she replies and moves to a table far from the gentleman in the corner.
The innkeeper pa.s.ses through a door into the kitchen and shortly after, a young lady comes out and makes her way over to Aleya. Taking her order and her coins, she goes back to the kitchen and returns with a platter of eggs and ham. Setting the platter before her, she says a quick ”Enjoy,” before returning once again to the kitchen.
As Aleya eats, she can't help but notice how the man in the corner continues staring at her. Maybe he's just bored and has nothing better to do, but the attention makes her decidedly uncomfortable. She knows the danger a woman traveling alone faces. That's why she had remained up in the mountains after the Empire had taken Mountainside.
Her mind wanders to Jiron and James and how they're doing. She's sure they made it safely away from Kern by now or she would've heard about it. She intends to meet them down the road as James had mentioned before that ill fated run through the lines which left her stranded and alone.
The people here are not the enemy, and she has to continue to remind herself about that. They would only become so if they knew how she and the others had ran through their lines. Maybe not enemies, but would have definitely posed questions she couldn't have answered.
After she meets with Jiron and James, she's not sure what she'll be doing. It's a long way back to the mountains above her home, perhaps she'll try to work her way back through from this side.
A movement from the corner of her eye draws her attention to where the man in the corner is getting up and making his way across the room. At first she thought he was heading for her but then he angles more for the door and soon leaves the inn. She's quite relieved that he's no longer in the same room with her, he gave her the creeps.
Once she's done eating, she picks up her tightly wrapped bow and quiver and leaves the inn. Outside, the sun has already risen quite a distance and the temperature is beginning to rise. The people on the street no longer seem anxious or curious about what transpired near the keep, most have resumed going about their normal routines. A few knots of people congregate together as they hash and rehash what happened. She's sure that by tomorrow, the gossips will have the facts of what actually happened mired in a most improbable tale just as that one soldier had said.
If she plans on making it to the inn down the road to the north before nightfall, she figures she better hustle. Moving quickly, she puts the inn behind her as she hurries down the road. Not exactly running, but alternating between a fast walk and jog, she soon leaves the outskirts of town and enters the hills beyond.
The road before her is fairly straight as it winds in a generally northern direction through the hills. Shortly after the town has disappeared behind the hills a horse is heard approaching from the direction of Kern. Always nervous about confronting someone alone in the middle of nowhere, she edges off the road and hides behind a hill as the rider approaches.
When the rider comes into view, she sees it's the same soldier that had stopped her as she was leaving the keep. Hurrying down, she rushes to the road before he has a chance to race past.
”Stop!” she hollers to him as she reaches the road after he pa.s.ses by.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he sees her there and brings his horse to a halt. Turning around, he comes back toward her. ”What are you doing out here by yourself?” he asks once he's come close to her.
”Going to the next town up the road,” she tells him. ”Can I ride with you?”
Giving her a grin, he asks, ”Thought you already have someone?”
”I do,” she replies. ”I'm going to the next town to meet him.”
Considering her request a moment, he reaches a hand down to her and says, ”Sure.”
Taking his hand, she swings up behind him. Once she's in position, he turns his horse back to the north and breaks into a gallop.
Chapter Twenty Six.
”Would you stop your pacing?” James asks in exasperation. Ever since coming to Yerith, the first town north of Kern, Jiron has been on edge due to his worry over Aleya. James lies in bed in their room at the first inn they came to when they reached town. Exhausted from his magical endeavors, all he wants now is simply to rest. But the nervous pacing of Jiron makes it impossible for him to be able to relax enough for that to happen.
”What could've happened to her?” Jiron asks for the hundredth time. Maybe not that many but it sure seems that way to a tired James. Going to the window, he looks out over the road where it enters Yerith from the south, hoping to see her coming. ”She should've been here by now.”
”Jiron,” begins James in a tired voice, ”it was very chaotic as we came through the lines. She'll be here.” Pulling the covers over his head, he tries to block out Jiron's nervous pacing.
Turning to him, he asks, ”What if she doesn't come? What if she's been taken as a spy from the Empire? She could be undergoing torture right this very minute!” Worry and concern are etched across his face as even worse fates run through his mind.
James peeks from under the covers to gaze at his friend and watches as he reaches for his knife, pulls it out a few inches and then slides it back into the scabbard. He does this several times as he turns back to the window and looks for Aleya's return. ”If it's bothering you so much,” he finally says, ”why don't you go back down the road and look for her?”
”Do you think I should?”
”Yes,” he a.s.sures him. Anything to get a little peace and quiet. Anything to get a little peace and quiet.
”Will you be alright?”
”I should be fine,” James replies. ”We're in Cardri after all.”
”True,” admits Jiron. He again looks out the window and then abruptly turns for the door. ”I think I may just ride back down the road a ways.” He looks over to James but his eyes are already closed.
Opening the door quietly, he slips through to the hallway and closes it behind him. Practically running down the stairs, he makes it to the stable and quickly saddles his horse. Mounting, he bolts out into the inn's courtyard and turns toward the road.
Once on the road, he kicks his horse into a gallop just as he hears, ”Thank you, I'll be fine from here.” Bringing his horse to a sudden stop, he looks back and sees Aleya dismounting from behind a man wearing the uniform of a Cardri soldier.