Freyja's Fire - Chapter 15 - A'mara Books
15
(Wirnday, cont.)
Erion Sands
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Kolt Rain heard the women enter the tent where he lay on a thick mat of some sort. The bedding itself was finer than anything he had ever felt. A thin blanket of sorts covered his nakedness and some kind of hollow rope connected his manhood to a bucket below the bed. He removed that first and foremost.
The women’s voices sounded musical, but he couldn’t quite discern their words Their voices reminded him of an ancient tongue he wasn’t used to hearing. When he stopped trying, it seemed that it became easier.
He looked towards their sound, using his arms to prop himself up. The younger women were stunning, he acknowledged instantly. The blonde had watched him when he had been carried from the ship. She had sat astride a strange beast he hadn’t seen before, but was as elegant as anything he’d ever seen in the Çtara rainforest. He wondered if she remembered him.
He sat up straighter, keeping the blanket over his lower body. He remembered that women didn’t always appreciate seeing the piece of art that was the human body, especially the male version.
He looked around to see that another of his crew mates were in the tent with him, but not as healthy. In fact there was a pall of death about him. Kolt wondered if Garrick had made it.
The eldest of the women seemed to be instructing one of the others. All four wore masks over their noses and mouths. Kolt wanted to see what the mouth of the blonde woman looked like – whether she was a cheerful woman or whether life had given her reason to frown.
The women tended the other patient first. The man received an elixir of some sort. The eldest stepped to the door and called for someone.
A man turned up a moment later with a small vial of liquid. This vial, he put against the man’s skin and pushed a thin stick into the man and somehow emptied the contents of the vial into him. Kolt had never seen anything like it and wondered what this magick was.
The man spoke to the women. “His last chance,” the words came to Kolt. The crew member had once shown Garrick what it was like to lose at Wolff. Garrick, in turn, had taken the member to the best brothel on Irola… a place they had intended to visit again – had it not been for the storm.
Garrick had never understood his aversion to such places. Kolt knew that coupling should be heart and soul, not just the body. He wondered about the blonde who approached him now.
She said something to him, but he couldn’t completely understand. Her voice was beautiful though – like angels singing. Why would Çtara land him somewhere with beautiful people who spoke incomprehensibly?
Her hand on his back burned into his soul. Who was she?!
She gave him a tiny, brightly-colored cylindrical object and a cup of broth. It looked like some form of medicine. She indicated that he should eat it. The medicine was smooth and bland, but when he bit it, it broke open. The filling tasted bad on his tongue, so he took a swig of the broth to wash it down quickly.
She smiled at him and nodded. She spoke again. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
The eldest woman with the reddish hair joined them. She spoke the same language to the blonde. Then, she turned to Kolt.
“Çtara?” she asked.
“Yes. I am Çtara,” he replied weaker than he liked. He started coughing.
“Drink the broth,” the woman said. “I’m Sister Naemi.”
He took another sip. “Thank you. I am Kolt. You speak Çtara.”
“It’s not so different from Velantian,” Sister Naemi replied with a shrug. “Same root, separated by three hundred years. If you speak in Old Çtara, it’s nearly Velantian.”
“I knew it sounded similar – like if I just relax, it will come to me.”
“And it will.”
“How many of us did you save?”
“A dozen came off the ship alive. Two died before morning. Two more look like they will die in the next day. You are lucky to be alive.”
“I was at the wheel. I had to stay standing!”
“That fact may have saved your life, Kolt,” Sister Naemi figured.
“A tan man, my age… long mousy hair. Does he live?” Kolt asked, anxious to hear about the only family he had left.
“I don’t know. I have not recorded everyone’s appearances. We have been focused on saving lives if we can.”
“Please, let me know,” he begged, grabbing her arm. “Garrick is my brother.”
“I will,” Sister Naemi replied. The other three women joined her again then. She pointed first to the mousy-haired woman, then the strawberry-blonde. “Fawn, Aurelia and Gemina will be assisting me through this crisis. Let us know if you need anything.”
Kolt thought only how he needed a kiss from the blonde. Then he would know… Gemina… as beautiful a name as her voice promised.
Gemina looked at Sister Naemi and said something. At first he didn’t understand, but then he realized she had said something about their language barrier.
“Old Velantian,” Sister Naemi said slowly. “It’s very close to Old Çtara. That’s what Kolt speaks.”
Gemina looked at him with an intensity that startled him, her sea blue eyes piercing straight into his soul. He was certain no other woman had looked at him like that before. He felt his mouth smiling at her. Even though he could not see her masked mouth, he could tell she smiled back as her eyes lit up.
“Gemina, we need to attend the other patients. Kolt will live,” Sister Naemi called from the door.
Gemina left the tent, which seemed a much darker place without her. He lay down again and rested his eyes, thinking about the woman he had just met. He was determined to get better quickly.
He would get past that mask of hers. He would kiss her like no one had ever kissed her before – or would kiss her again. Damn it, Kolt! He scolded himself.
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Freyja's Fire - Chapter 1 - 4728 KV (about 1211 BTCE)
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