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closed and his head turned, he struggled through a mass of tangled limbs until he bumped into something more solid.
A large man towered above the women. He stared hard into Enoch’s eyes for a moment, then struck him in the face.
Enoch felt his legs go limp and he crashed to the ground. Dozens of other blows glanced off his extremities, feeling weak by comparison, until some one kicked his exposed ribs, making his body spasm in pain.
When the beating finally stopped, Enoch ’s feet were lifted off the ground. Too weak to resist, he simply opened his eyes and watched a s the hunters proceeded to drag him . But the intense pain of his skin grinding across the rough soil brought him instantly out of his stupor. Fighting to sit up, he flopped from his side onto his back and tried to use his hands to push his body away from the jagged rocks that were tearing at his flesh.
Holy One, save me!
The men finally stopped in front of a large r dwelling encased in more colorful reptilian hides than those around it.
The hunters dropped his legs and Enoch rolled onto his side and rested his head on the bare earth. Breathing heavily and wincing at the pain, he feared what would happen next.
From inside the tent, the muffled sound of speaking could be heard. Moments later, a large flap of hide was pushed open and smoke billowed from the opening. O ne of the hunters came out, followed by an older man whose skin was painted white with ash. Circling his h ead was a crown of fanged teeth, stabbing upward to ward the sky.
“ Hifl leuma elet elafur wu-s e lema ? ” the older man asked.
“ Fi wau del’hakul theila wau zjenup , ” the hunter replied. “ Hauah wu-s e lema el muhadis anashida ?”
“ Nahma ,” the elder answered. “ Elhet sewutha dutiyr wu-s e lema del’zjaruh . Ehchuda wu-s e lema theila wau Muhadis Makhun . W u-s e lema sewutha yukowim wau duthuya theila wau Akila Lena Lahaema ”
Enoch struggled to make out anything intelligible from their speech, but their language was entirely foreign. He recognized on e phrase that he also heard them speak after his capture , but he didn’t know the meaning of it .
T he leader of the hunting party knelt down and pulled on the cords that bound Enoch’s hands. Laying a curved, sharpened bone against them, he severed the cords with a quick, violent movement.
Immediately, Enoch felt a rush of blood return to his fingers . He wondered briefly if the hunter had cut his skin, but when he pulled his hands in front of him and flexed his joints , he could see that the only wounds were the abrasions on his wrists and the cuts and scrapes on his palms from being dragged across the ground.
Before he could comprehend the sudden change in behavior of his captors, the hunter gently lifted him to his feet and led him toward a nearby stream.
O h no; they’re going to drown me!
The hunting party sat him in the shallow water of a small pool.
Immediately, Enoch closed his eyes. Most Holy One of H eaven , he prayed silently. Let not Y our servant perish at the hands of these ignorant people. Preserve my life so that I may continue to follow Y ou. Cover me with the protection of Y our hand .
When he opened his eyes, several women had gathered around him.
What are they doing?
They began to softly scoop up the cool water and pour it on his skin. One of the women took his hands and submerged them, gently stroking his palms to clean away the blood.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked aloud. But no one answered. The women just quietly cleansed his body, while in the distance, the hunting part y stood with their arms crossed .
Chapter 7
With the sun rising over Bokhar —Morning Mountain, as it is called among the Chatsiyram—Sariel and three young men set out from the village and headed north along the river. Mo st of the people were already awake and had gathered along the banks to see them off , but Sheyir wasn’t among them .
A large man towered above the women. He stared hard into Enoch’s eyes for a moment, then struck him in the face.
Enoch felt his legs go limp and he crashed to the ground. Dozens of other blows glanced off his extremities, feeling weak by comparison, until some one kicked his exposed ribs, making his body spasm in pain.
When the beating finally stopped, Enoch ’s feet were lifted off the ground. Too weak to resist, he simply opened his eyes and watched a s the hunters proceeded to drag him . But the intense pain of his skin grinding across the rough soil brought him instantly out of his stupor. Fighting to sit up, he flopped from his side onto his back and tried to use his hands to push his body away from the jagged rocks that were tearing at his flesh.
Holy One, save me!
The men finally stopped in front of a large r dwelling encased in more colorful reptilian hides than those around it.
The hunters dropped his legs and Enoch rolled onto his side and rested his head on the bare earth. Breathing heavily and wincing at the pain, he feared what would happen next.
From inside the tent, the muffled sound of speaking could be heard. Moments later, a large flap of hide was pushed open and smoke billowed from the opening. O ne of the hunters came out, followed by an older man whose skin was painted white with ash. Circling his h ead was a crown of fanged teeth, stabbing upward to ward the sky.
“ Hifl leuma elet elafur wu-s e lema ? ” the older man asked.
“ Fi wau del’hakul theila wau zjenup , ” the hunter replied. “ Hauah wu-s e lema el muhadis anashida ?”
“ Nahma ,” the elder answered. “ Elhet sewutha dutiyr wu-s e lema del’zjaruh . Ehchuda wu-s e lema theila wau Muhadis Makhun . W u-s e lema sewutha yukowim wau duthuya theila wau Akila Lena Lahaema ”
Enoch struggled to make out anything intelligible from their speech, but their language was entirely foreign. He recognized on e phrase that he also heard them speak after his capture , but he didn’t know the meaning of it .
T he leader of the hunting party knelt down and pulled on the cords that bound Enoch’s hands. Laying a curved, sharpened bone against them, he severed the cords with a quick, violent movement.
Immediately, Enoch felt a rush of blood return to his fingers . He wondered briefly if the hunter had cut his skin, but when he pulled his hands in front of him and flexed his joints , he could see that the only wounds were the abrasions on his wrists and the cuts and scrapes on his palms from being dragged across the ground.
Before he could comprehend the sudden change in behavior of his captors, the hunter gently lifted him to his feet and led him toward a nearby stream.
O h no; they’re going to drown me!
The hunting party sat him in the shallow water of a small pool.
Immediately, Enoch closed his eyes. Most Holy One of H eaven , he prayed silently. Let not Y our servant perish at the hands of these ignorant people. Preserve my life so that I may continue to follow Y ou. Cover me with the protection of Y our hand .
When he opened his eyes, several women had gathered around him.
What are they doing?
They began to softly scoop up the cool water and pour it on his skin. One of the women took his hands and submerged them, gently stroking his palms to clean away the blood.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked aloud. But no one answered. The women just quietly cleansed his body, while in the distance, the hunting part y stood with their arms crossed .
Chapter 7
With the sun rising over Bokhar —Morning Mountain, as it is called among the Chatsiyram—Sariel and three young men set out from the village and headed north along the river. Mo st of the people were already awake and had gathered along the banks to see them off , but Sheyir wasn’t among them .
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