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a kneel。 I saw a bulk ahead of us that was not one of the palms but a sentry。 Another bulk closed on it； and I heard a 〃Hunh！〃； just the sound of a man who's been punched below his lungs。 Janos let the sentry sag down； and I saw steel glitter as he pulled his dagger out of the body。
Now we were on the fringes of their camp。 Janos waved us up。 We crouched； hidden by brush； and looked at the camp。 There were two tents that looked as if they could hold ten men or so each。 That would be； I guessed； where the nomads slept。 Stretched out on the ground； between the banked fire and the tents； were sleeping men and women。 I saw the gleam of metal and followed the chains from person to person。 The slavers had already found part of their 〃flock；〃 evidently。 There was a half…awake man guarding the slaves； and another guard as well； who stood outside a small conical tent。 I guessed it would belong to the nomads' leader。
I shuddered as if a chill wind had blown across my soul and felt my invisible being wandering in a dark desert； a desert filled with great beasts I would rather have slaughter me unknowing than show their ghastliness openly in my final moment。 Cassini's spell was working。
Maeen and Janos nocked war arrows； while Lione and I uncovered our tinderboxes； blew sparks into a low flame； and held our tarred arrows into them。 Flame 。。。 and Janos hissed。 Bowstrings twanged 。。。 just as arrows hit with that solid and most final thunk。 The sentries dropped without cry。 Lione and I loosed our fire arrows at the tents； and Maeen and Janos quickly followed suit。 Then we rose and charged。
Baldly written on white linen； these events might make me seem guilty of being either suicidal or a lie maker。 Nothing could be further from the truth。 Imagine yourself a desert nomad； sleeping peacefully； and perhaps dreaming of how you are about to reap a rich harvest of foolish merchants out there in the desert。 Then screams 。。。 flames 。 。。 raw fear shatters down at you 。。 。 you seize your sword 。。。 and stumble out of your tent。。。 and are confronted with four howling demons。 A spearthrust ing out of the night； dropped； then blood…dripping swords slashing； constantly moving； like desert dust devils with deathsteel in one hand； gouting fire from torches taken from your own fire setting your tents ablaze。 Now； with those terrible facts in front of you； might you not do as those slavers did？ Might you not also drown out our howls with your own screams and pelt away into the night？ And might not the gruesome sight of six of your rades' disemboweled corpses lend speed to your feet as you fled into the desert？
I was beside that conical tent； sword ready for the killing lunge； when the flaps came open； I thought it fitting that the nomad chieftain meet his death at my hands； but as I braced to strike； a woman stumbled out into the firelight。 I now thank the gods I was not then the warrior Janos or Maeen were； nor die warrior I myself became later。 I was slow enough in launching my attack to catch myself； and my sword tip went wide。 The chief's concubine； I thought； and then I saw； in the fire flicker； the silver that cuffed each of her wrists and stretched between。 Another poor captured being； destined for slavery。
The woman was young； and she wore the puffed shirt and baggy trousers of a man。 Her black hair dropped in waves to her shoulders。 I noticed； as if we were standing in the midday sun and I had a god's time to appreciate； that she wore gold and the sparkle of gems at her throat。 She was also quite beautiful。
〃Who are…〃 we each asked at the same moment； or at least I guessed we did； because the woman spoke in an unknown tongue。 I said something about 〃rescuers；〃 and she seemed to understand。 She looked beyond me； I turned and saw the rest of our soldiers run into the firelight。 Among them was Cassini。 The slaves were on their feet now； and Janos and Maeen moved among them。 Maeen had found keys and was unlocking their chains。 Janos preferred the direct approach and used his great blade to pry the chain links apart。
The woman saw something and walked past me； paying no heed to the bloody sword in my hand She walked to one of dead nomad bodies that lay face up and bent over it。 I recognized dead man…he was the band's chieftain。 Very deliberately the woman spat in his face； laughed harshly； and said something else in her own language。
〃Janos！〃 He freed the last of the captives and came to me。 He pulled firewood from a pile and tossed it into the flames； they roared up。 The captives seemed bewildered。
Janos tried Trader's Tongue。 Only one man seemed to understand； and that very slightly； so Janos began motioning； trying to make his signs universal； as he spoke。
〃You are free〃…casting aside one of the chains…〃we must go on 。。。 we travel east〃…tapping chest and indicating…〃you must e with us 。。。 slavers will return 。。。 tomorrow〃…motioning to the other darkness and arcing his hand like the sun rising…〃with more men 。。。 more weapons〃… again； the chain； and then fingers spread； spread； spread again； showing numbers。 〃e with us 。。。 you are free。〃
The men and women looked at each other； hesitant。 No one moved。 Finally； the beautiful woman stepped forward； she walked up to me and said a word I did not understand。 Then she repeated it； this time in the patois。 This time I understood； the word she used was free。 She said it with great relish。 Then she turned back to the others and shouted a few sentences。 The freed captives found their tongues and babbled。 Then one； then two； then five walked to Janos。 The others were suddenly silent。 They looked down at the ground； then sat。 Janos tried again； but none of them rose。 He even seized one man by the arm and dragged him to his feet。 But the man went limp and let himself collapse。 Janos was angry； seething 。。。 as if he might kill someone 。。。 or as if he might cry。
Maeen broke his building rage。 〃Sir。 Captain Greycloak。 It's false dawn。 We must be moving。〃
Janos forced calm。 〃I should have remembered；〃 he said to the captives。 〃There were people like you when I was 。。。 what I was。 Men who would rather live in chains than die free。〃
Then it was as if they did not exist。 He shouted us into motion。 We must return to our camp and get the packs onto the asses。 The nomads would be back…almost certainly with reinforcements。 We must be gone when they came； deeper into the desert。 We looted the camp； leaving only foodstuffs for those who had decided to remain in slavery。 All else we burned。 We drove their horses out in a different direction； hoping to provide a false trail。 We dared not take them with us…the nomads might know exactly where every water source was； but we did not。 And we did not want to landmark our direction of flight with a line of carcasses。 Then we marched out。 As we moved out of the oasis； in the first red flush of real dawn； the woman caught up with me and tapped my chest and asked something。 It took a moment before I realized what she wanted to know。
〃Amalric；〃 I answered。 She touched her own chest。
〃Deoce。〃
Then we went on into the desert； the last flames from the nomads' camp lost in the glare of the rising sun。
CHAPTER TEN
Deoce
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