A Warrior's Legacy
buyers over my bidding for something
next to worthless in their eyes.
    There was no further bidding on her and she
soon was delivered roughly by a guard in front of me. I closed my
hand firmly, but gently over her forearm and led her from the
auction house. Despite her brave face I could feel her shaking in
my grasp on her arm.
    Back in the street I led her toward the
others who to their credit tried valiantly to keep their gazes
directed elsewhere from the obvious destination that their eyes
wanted to direct them to.
    “Holon go buy a cloak and a horse.”
    He jumped to the task and was gone in the
next moment. We went down an uncrowded thoroughfare away from
prying eyes.
    The girl was still scared I could tell, but
I also saw that she was curious as to what was happening.
    “What’s your name?” I asked keeping firm eye
contact with her.
    She hesitated and then said “Ziya.”
    “That’s a very pretty name. Ziya I’m letting
you go free.”
    Her eyes brightened immediately.
    “Ziya we came from a land far across the
great sea and we’ve come to help people. We hope to get out of this
wicked place soon. Tell me Ziya would we be welcome to visit your
people in the Northern Kingdom?”
    “Oh yes we would welcome you most gladly!
Are you really letting me go?” She asked her eyes full of
amazement.
    I gestured to the city around and indicated
myself and the men with me, “We are better men then the men of this
place are. We respect you as a woman and we do not keep slaves!
Tell me are the men of your people like that?”
    “They are and also of the Eastern Kingdom,
however they do keep slaves.”
    I looked at Gavin and he back at me
knowingly.
    “We were told that every one in the Eastern
Kingdom was either dead or crazy.”
    She looked surprised, “No there is still one
city that survives and is free as we are in the north.”
    Holon came up then with a horse and a cloak.
I took the cloak and wrapped it around her and she looked
gratefully up at me and whispered, “Thank you.”
    I took a long dagger from my belt and handed
it to her, which she took gladly. Pulling the horse around I held
it for her to mount. She did so with an ease that spoke of long
experience in the saddle.
    “We will come to your land when we can. You
shouldn’t have trouble getting out of the city, as there are few
sentries. Until we meet again may the Creator look after you.”
    “We have no gods as they forsook us long
ago!” She said bitterly.
    I laid my hand on hers on the saddle and
said looking into her eyes deeply, “Our God has never failed us and
He is what we have come to share with you.”
    I stepped back and let her go. She was
quickly gone down the street headed for the open country. I caught
of something out of the corner of my eye and I looked to the spot
and saw an old woman looking at me from a window.
    She came out of the house to come towards me
and I was surprised as I felt her fragile arms close around me. She
held me for a moment and then let go.
    She indicated that she wanted to tell me
something and so I leaned down to hear her aged whisper, “Blessed
am I to see the truth come to these shores at long last. Destroy
this place and any you find like it and bring the people the truth
of the Creator’s word.”
    How did this old woman know so much?
    She wasn’t done though.
    “Follow the siren’s call and fear not to
tread were others dare not for happiness is to be found in the
hidden abyss so by finding it a fire will be lit that shall scorch
the sorcerer’s heart!”
    I leaned back up from her, “How do you know
all this? What do your words mean?”
    It was only then that I saw that she was
blind.
    She smiled, “I have done all that I was
shown to do, the rest is up to you Zevin Ta’lont may you be as
strong and virtuous as your forefather Tadias was.”
    And then she left me fading back into the
house.
    “What did she say Zevin?” Gavin asked.
    I didn’t answer him.
    “Let’s get back to the

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