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Jaz felt the stares of dozens of high aristocrats, and she lifted her eyes and stared right into the eyes of one of them.
Disconcerted, the man looked away, and hurried away, ashamed. Those burning coals set amid a face as fine as any queen made him aware of how unfair the system was.
Tres Zapatos' head bounced nervously as she pranced down the street, side-stepping whenever some passer-by moved too quickly or a bird shot across the street, wings whirring. Her ears flicked forward and she snuffed at the strange smells.
"Come on, Tres," Jazper muttered, and looked over to the shadows, where her sharp eyes saw a quick movement. She smiled, and purposefully avoided looking that direction in case she would give her friend away.
Lavinya didn't speak, and Jaz recieved another lash across her shoulders. She rose in her stirrups and looked back at the guard, who sneered. "Easy prey, aren't I?" she demanded, and heads turned. "What would you do if my hands were free and I had my trusty sword?"
The man's face was red as he adressed her. "Sit down...woman." The disgust in his voice was evident.
Jaz looked forward once again, but saw Lavinya smiling grimly. They exchanged glances. They won't have me for long. Lavinya was leading her other horse, loaded with supplies and weapons. She hadn't forgotten a thing.
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The tall count was sitting his horse on the street, talking to Kinson when he saw the procession going slowly down the main street--a girl sitting straight and still on top of a fine smokey roan, her hands tied and her head held high.
"Jazper--traitor to the King!" Came the cry, and the count turned away, disgusted. It seemed to be happening more often, and now women were being taken to the deadly Cheatue D'if.
He also saw the furtive shadow following the procession, and smiled grimly. At least some still had friends.
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Jaz felt the stares of dozens of high aristocrats, and she lifted her eyes and stared right into the eyes of one of them.
Disconcerted, the man looked away, and hurried away, ashamed. Those burning coals set amid a face as fine as any queen made him aware of how unfair the system was.
Tres Zapatos' head bounced nervously as she pranced down the street, side-stepping whenever some passer-by moved too quickly or a bird shot across the street, wings whirring. Her ears flicked forward and she snuffed at the strange smells.
"Come on, Tres," Jazper muttered, and looked over to the shadows, where her sharp eyes saw a quick movement. She smiled, and purposefully avoided looking that direction in case she would give her friend away.
Lavinya didn't speak, and Jaz recieved another lash across her shoulders. She rose in her stirrups and looked back at the guard, who sneered. "Easy prey, aren't I?" she demanded, and heads turned. "What would you do if my hands were free and I had my trusty sword?"
The man's face was red as he adressed her. "Sit down...woman." The disgust in his voice was evident.
Jaz looked forward once again, but saw Lavinya smiling grimly. They exchanged glances. They won't have me for long. Lavinya was leading her other horse, loaded with supplies and weapons. She hadn't forgotten a thing.
~~~~~
The tall count was sitting his horse on the street, talking to Kinson when he saw the procession going slowly down the main street--a girl sitting straight and still on top of a fine smokey roan, her hands tied and her head held high.
"Jazper--traitor to the King!" Came the cry, and the count turned away, disgusted. It seemed to be happening more often, and now women were being taken to the deadly Cheatue D'if.
He also saw the furtive shadow following the procession, and smiled grimly. At least some still had friends.
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