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Ealasaid · 08-14-2003, 09:23 AM

Having managed to elude the watchful eyes of his cousins for most of the afternoon, Yusef watched as the two of them rode away to join the escort that would accompany the Painted Sand elders to the meeting with the priestess' envoy.

Sighing with relief, Yusef closed his hand around the pouch that held the red stone. It was now or never. Taking his horse by the reins he led it to a spot well outside and to the west of the combined camp, where he left it until he could complete his last preparations. From there, he crept back into the camp and on to the tent of Ishak bin Ishak. He moved toward the tent nonchalantly, a cover story ready on his tongue should anyone approach him or ask him what he was about. He would tell them that he had hoped to speak with his uncle before the meeting with the Priestess that there was something of great consequence that he must impart. But no one saw him. Yusef was able to slip into the tent unseen. Most of the camp had already been deserted.

Once inside Ishak‘s tent, Yusef moved directly to the chieftain’s saddle. He only worked for a moment, then, satisfied, edged out of the tent and back to where his horse waited in the hollow west of the camp. Mounting quickly, he rode south for a ways before turning west again and finally north. He knew that many of the Baobabs and some of his own tribesmen were concealed amongst the slopes and crevices of the valley. Escaping them would be the real challenge. Following a preplanned route, he skirted the hollows where he knew the other tribesmen to be concealed, eventually reaching the northern end of the valley. There he waited just outside the boundaries of the valley until the priestess and her men passed him on their return journey to their own encampment. Allowing them to get what he considered a safe distance ahead of him, Yusef fell into pace behind them. He would follow them to their camp. There he would see the priestess and - his smile broadened - there he would find his fortune.

As the fires of the priestess’ camp came into view, Yusef slowed his pace, allowing himself to fall well behind the progress of the returning envoy. Dismounting, he decided to wait awhile. He needed to give them time enough to get back to their tents and make their reports to the priestess. When he thought enough time had passed, he remounted and rode boldly into the priestess’ camp. A cry went up from the sentries and Yusef found himself instantly surrounded by an angry mob brandishing spears and swords. Archers appeared in a few of the tent mouths, arrows already nocked to their bows. Rough hands dragged him from his saddle.

[ August 16, 2003: Message edited by: Ealasaid ]

08-14-2003, 09:23 AM	#15
Ealasaid Wight Join Date: May 2003 Location: under a large pile of dirt & gravel Posts: 193	Having managed to elude the watchful eyes of his cousins for most of the afternoon, Yusef watched as the two of them rode away to join the escort that would accompany the Painted Sand elders to the meeting with the priestess' envoy. Sighing with relief, Yusef closed his hand around the pouch that held the red stone. It was now or never. Taking his horse by the reins he led it to a spot well outside and to the west of the combined camp, where he left it until he could complete his last preparations. From there, he crept back into the camp and on to the tent of Ishak bin Ishak. He moved toward the tent nonchalantly, a cover story ready on his tongue should anyone approach him or ask him what he was about. He would tell them that he had hoped to speak with his uncle before the meeting with the Priestess that there was something of great consequence that he must impart. But no one saw him. Yusef was able to slip into the tent unseen. Most of the camp had already been deserted. Once inside Ishak‘s tent, Yusef moved directly to the chieftain’s saddle. He only worked for a moment, then, satisfied, edged out of the tent and back to where his horse waited in the hollow west of the camp. Mounting quickly, he rode south for a ways before turning west again and finally north. He knew that many of the Baobabs and some of his own tribesmen were concealed amongst the slopes and crevices of the valley. Escaping them would be the real challenge. Following a preplanned route, he skirted the hollows where he knew the other tribesmen to be concealed, eventually reaching the northern end of the valley. There he waited just outside the boundaries of the valley until the priestess and her men passed him on their return journey to their own encampment. Allowing them to get what he considered a safe distance ahead of him, Yusef fell into pace behind them. He would follow them to their camp. There he would see the priestess and - his smile broadened - there he would find his fortune. As the fires of the priestess’ camp came into view, Yusef slowed his pace, allowing himself to fall well behind the progress of the returning envoy. Dismounting, he decided to wait awhile. He needed to give them time enough to get back to their tents and make their reports to the priestess. When he thought enough time had passed, he remounted and rode boldly into the priestess’ camp. A cry went up from the sentries and Yusef found himself instantly surrounded by an angry mob brandishing spears and swords. Archers appeared in a few of the tent mouths, arrows already nocked to their bows. Rough hands dragged him from his saddle. [ August 16, 2003: Message edited by: Ealasaid ]