When they did ride, they were fond of
more fitting steeds, such as elephants.
"Was he not terrible to behold?" Nelatha barely breathed, her voice a
terrified series of gasped utterances.
"Aye, he is possessed!" Si'Wren agreed readily.
Indeed, he looked every bit of that.
Demon-possessed men had abnormal strength. How much the more so, such a
one as this human tree?
With trembling fingers, Si'Wren carefully finished filling another tiny
bottle and stoppered it carefully, checking to ensure that it could not
possibly leak if accidentally tipped over or upended within some
traveler's pouch.
"There," she said softly, still shivering in fear. "Ten bottles."
"So soon?" asked Nelatha, looking over her shoulder and double-checking
Si'Wren's finger-count swiftly.
Si'Wren nodded. "I do good, aye?"
Nelatha, sensing how frightened Si'Wren still was, smiled her approval,
and leaned over to hug Si'Wren in a reassuring embrace.
"You keep up a good pace," Nelatha agreed with evident satisfaction. "I
am proud of you, Si'Wren."
They were charged to labor without ceasing, but sometimes both girls
would alike find themselves the free time to rest and watch others, for
which neither girl was apt to criticize the other too unfairly.
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