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Rescue

Here is a snippet of the Chapter:

Tachi hangs her head, recaptured, found out, once again a slave. Distracted, she lets the furious ramblings go unanswered, Daniel’s charges, thus unmet, growing to outstrip his earlier mumbling accusations with which he assaulted the wearied audience of his local haunts. Holding the now discovered runaway, the pig-wanting pig farmer’s acquaintances find a cure for their deafness of late toward this bore.

Not uninterested—his pity awakened toward the poor girl—the old priest stands, walking some halfways toward the commotion so not to join and yet take part. Tarrying there, he watches the busy crowd, missing, as all did, the body circling the throng. As if from a distance, Tachi hears a hollow, almost toll-like, ring, marking the termination of Danial’s frothing rant. Around her, the mob stills.

Slicing through the pandemonium, the shepherd’s voice shouts, “Let her go.”

Raising her head, Tachi sees the collapsed accuser lying face first in the dust, her shepherd standing over him pointing the bloody end of his staff at the mob. He had thrown back his cowl, and it hung about his neck like an oversized scarf obscuring the lower half of his face. But over it, the eyes, the dark eyes like knives, hold all the rage and fury of a storm.

Silence envelopes the crowd in a winter snow, freezing everyone in place. Shattering this icy state, the shepherd lets loose a blood curdling scream. Leaping over the fallen Daniel, his staff lands upon the head of the man holding Tachi’s left arm. Without further discussion, the man quietly lets go of the limb in question. With a sudden twist and an upward thrust, the shepherd continues the motion of his attack, and the man on her right crumples to his knees, emanating a high pitched moan.