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his cheeks which instantly turned to ice. He was beside himself with rage
and without caution ran into the village.
Brakin cared not for his own safety but ran directly
to his lodge. It was empty and he searched its surrounds frantically. He found
no sign of his family. He ran to his neighbour’s lodge and found it was also
empty, fear filled his mind. He ran with all his might to the meeting hall and
stopped at is entrance. There lay another Beclin in the snow. The smell of
blood was very strong as Brakin cocked his gun and withdrew his razor sharp
skinning knife and placed it between his teeth. He moved through the entrance
of the meeting hall and was prepared to kill whoever was in the hall.
Brakin stopped when he saw Url sitting with a body cradled in his arms, his grief was overwhelming. He sobbed
uncontrollably as he rocked back and forth. Brakin sheafed his knife. He didn’t
what to do seeing his friend in such a way. He fell to his knees beside him and
then he saw Url’s wife in his arms. Brakin fell
forward and rested his head on the ground unable to speak.
A hand gently rested on Brakin’s shoulder. He looked
up and saw his wife Una . Tears welled in his eyes. He
jumped up and hugged her. His relief was immense but quickly turned to horror.
She explained in sobs that their daughter, Deewa was missing, taken by the
Beclin.
In the confusion created by the surprise of Url’s counter attack, he had killed the Beclin leading the
raiding party and most of other Beclin panicked and ran. Those that stayed
died. Nearly all of the village’s men were out hunting and will not to be back
for some time. The Beclin had chosen their time well.
Brakin was a respected village elder and was regarded
by many as their new Chief. The prior Chief died a short time earlier, frozen
to death along with his two sons caught in a fierce storm while hunting.
Brakin led his wife into the back room in the meeting
hall and consoled her. Other villagers were gathering as more were coming out
of hiding. “Take two other women and see to Url ,” he
told his wife, “Url would probably respond more to a woman at this moment. Then
come back to me,” he said greatly concerned over his daughter.
Brakin needed time to gather what men he could. He
walked outside to assess the village. He reasoned his daughter was taken not so
much as a female captive; she was too young but possibly as an object of ransom
or as bait to set an ambush for those that followed. His hate for the Beclin
grew inside him like a fever. He looked around him and saw many women, children
and the old. His anger now grew above his sadness.
Brakin quickly realised there was only a few men of
warrior age in the village and returned to meeting hall.
“ Una !” Brakin shouted.
His wife rushed to him. “What is it my husband,” she
said very concerned standing in front of him. “Settle my husband, it is I, Una ” she said softly now hugging him. “Tell me.”
“I need to know if what I do is as it should be with
you,” Brakin told his wife concerned that to follow the Beclin often resulted in
walking into an ambush. It was a favoured tactic to lure the men out of a
village into a trap.
“Get Deewa back. I care not who dies, kill those who
took her” Una said but pleaded, “bring her back to
me.”
A woman rushed up to them, her eyes full of panic.
”It’s Url , he’s gone!”
Brakin rushed into the meeting hall, quickly looked,
and then rushed outside. He saw a fresh set of tracks heading north to Beclin
country. He felt a tug on his arm and turned. His wife handed him his travel
bag quickly packed with as much food and supplies as could be found. Two other
men who had just returned to the village ran to their lodges and quickly
returned with their travel bags filled with supplies.
“I will take care of everything here,” Una said comforting her husband. Brakin took off his glove
and placed
and without caution ran into the village.
Brakin cared not for his own safety but ran directly
to his lodge. It was empty and he searched its surrounds frantically. He found
no sign of his family. He ran to his neighbour’s lodge and found it was also
empty, fear filled his mind. He ran with all his might to the meeting hall and
stopped at is entrance. There lay another Beclin in the snow. The smell of
blood was very strong as Brakin cocked his gun and withdrew his razor sharp
skinning knife and placed it between his teeth. He moved through the entrance
of the meeting hall and was prepared to kill whoever was in the hall.
Brakin stopped when he saw Url sitting with a body cradled in his arms, his grief was overwhelming. He sobbed
uncontrollably as he rocked back and forth. Brakin sheafed his knife. He didn’t
what to do seeing his friend in such a way. He fell to his knees beside him and
then he saw Url’s wife in his arms. Brakin fell
forward and rested his head on the ground unable to speak.
A hand gently rested on Brakin’s shoulder. He looked
up and saw his wife Una . Tears welled in his eyes. He
jumped up and hugged her. His relief was immense but quickly turned to horror.
She explained in sobs that their daughter, Deewa was missing, taken by the
Beclin.
In the confusion created by the surprise of Url’s counter attack, he had killed the Beclin leading the
raiding party and most of other Beclin panicked and ran. Those that stayed
died. Nearly all of the village’s men were out hunting and will not to be back
for some time. The Beclin had chosen their time well.
Brakin was a respected village elder and was regarded
by many as their new Chief. The prior Chief died a short time earlier, frozen
to death along with his two sons caught in a fierce storm while hunting.
Brakin led his wife into the back room in the meeting
hall and consoled her. Other villagers were gathering as more were coming out
of hiding. “Take two other women and see to Url ,” he
told his wife, “Url would probably respond more to a woman at this moment. Then
come back to me,” he said greatly concerned over his daughter.
Brakin needed time to gather what men he could. He
walked outside to assess the village. He reasoned his daughter was taken not so
much as a female captive; she was too young but possibly as an object of ransom
or as bait to set an ambush for those that followed. His hate for the Beclin
grew inside him like a fever. He looked around him and saw many women, children
and the old. His anger now grew above his sadness.
Brakin quickly realised there was only a few men of
warrior age in the village and returned to meeting hall.
“ Una !” Brakin shouted.
His wife rushed to him. “What is it my husband,” she
said very concerned standing in front of him. “Settle my husband, it is I, Una ” she said softly now hugging him. “Tell me.”
“I need to know if what I do is as it should be with
you,” Brakin told his wife concerned that to follow the Beclin often resulted in
walking into an ambush. It was a favoured tactic to lure the men out of a
village into a trap.
“Get Deewa back. I care not who dies, kill those who
took her” Una said but pleaded, “bring her back to
me.”
A woman rushed up to them, her eyes full of panic.
”It’s Url , he’s gone!”
Brakin rushed into the meeting hall, quickly looked,
and then rushed outside. He saw a fresh set of tracks heading north to Beclin
country. He felt a tug on his arm and turned. His wife handed him his travel
bag quickly packed with as much food and supplies as could be found. Two other
men who had just returned to the village ran to their lodges and quickly
returned with their travel bags filled with supplies.
“I will take care of everything here,” Una said comforting her husband. Brakin took off his glove
and placed
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