"Perhaps in time the so-called Dark Ages will be thought of as including our own" ... Georg C. Lichtenberg
The Warrior
30 December 2006, 13:03
She stood, looking down into the valley. The fire was everywhere, but the human flames would not penetrate her sanctuary. Patting her horse, she bent down to whisper into it’s ear. Brand had been through many a hell-ride, but the path through the flames would be tough.
Ewdina suddenly heard the thunder of the approaching riders. She attached the wet cloth over Brand’s muzzle, then mounted the horse. She then wrapped another cloth over her mouth and nose. A few taps on Brands neck and they were off. The smoke was bellowing up the valley walls. It was getting thicker as they descended down the trail, which was now almost obscured by the smoke. The heat increased as they rode closer to the fire.
Ewdina kicked Brand and he quickened to full speed. They raced through the flames, knowing the path by heart. The falling branches came very close to the rider as she steered Brand through the flames. The heat was intense and she lowered herself to reassure her horse that everything would be OK. Off in the distance a small patch of green appeared through the flames. Ewdina could feel Brand’s panting as he carried her toward the oasis. Finally she held out her sword to create an opening as Brand leap over the last of the burning bushes.
Once in her glade, she stopped, dismounted and lead brand over to the cool water. The horse entered, relieved to be done with the flames and heat, he drank. Ewdina lay down by the stream edge, regarding her reflection in the water. She could see the lines of age increasing, but thoughts of her mission swirled about her head. Ewdina rose, entered her small abode, took off her battle gear and laid down to rest.
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