LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - ON THE WAY TO THE CAPITAL - SECTION 15
Zhadol, after concluding his business wistfully looked up at the blinking star-studded sky and sighed. "It’s so peaceful here in the bosom of nature, I enjoy it simply, the gentle breeze caressing my cheeks and the rustling of the leaves." Reaching upwards, his palm brushed against the swaying branches and the whispering leaves. Just then a sudden, cold, unexplained shudder, however, ran through him and, stepping back decisively, his keen eyes searched for the upper echelons of thick foliage. He had sensed a presence there among the branches, but Nevetsecnuac's well camouflaged form eluded him.
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01- WELL CAMOUFLAGED NEVETSECNUAC |
After a moment Zhadol laughed at his own stupidity, “Who would dare spy on us?”
Of course, he was thinking
only of the other guards.
"Bah, a bustling
city, filled with human intrigues is more to my liking." Yennic, meanwhile,
oblivious to his thought, had disdainfully countered. "You're too much of a poet to be in this
line of business; it beats me how you've survived thus far."
"Cynicism does not
become you." Zhadol's sharp retort
cut Yennic short. He was about to walk
away when he abruptly turned to look back at the tree.
"It’s a pity that neither of those two
scholars we'd offed (killed)earlier, wasn't him; but then, such is the quirks(flukes)
of fate.” He simply shrugged. “Unfortunately,
they had born such an uncanny resemblance to the description.”
"Eh, that was their
misfortune, an insignificant insect or two crushed, what difference does it make
anyhow? I'd rather be deemed an
efficient (thorough), albeit brutal trooper (guardsman), than risk letting that
sly academic slip through our snare (noose, trap)." Yennic responded (coldly),
contemptuously.
"Well, you're not in
charge so, irrespective of how you feel about scholars, in future we will take
extra precautions and use discretionary judgment before we claim another
innocent life. Order the guards to show
more restraint next time, they are not to engage until Fradel Rurik Korvald's
identity has been verified."
"And what if that
cursed Scholar slips through our hands because of your magnanimity?"
Yennic asked wryly.
"There you go,
imagining things.”
“A moment ago, you weren't
even certain that he'd come this way at all.
Now you're determined to butcher all academics (erudite individuals) who
use this pass on the off chance he may slip through. What are you fretting about, anyhow? As the Commanding Officer, you know full well
that the responsibility for the outcome (success or failure) of our mission
lies solely with me and me alone. In the
unlikely event of a flop, you will still be spared the maximum
penalty." Zhadol ejected sternly
then turned his back to the trees and strode back to the cave.
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02-EGIL VIGGORIES 1- JP |
"You needn't be so strident. My concern was more for your sake than mine. Everyone knows how intolerant his Excellency Egil Viggories is of least failure; it doesn’t take much to ……” Yennic held back what he was about to say and instead, bit the corner of his lip then, wishing to change the subject, shook his head. “Still, how your moods alternate on a whim! They're as changeable as the wind." Yennic grumbled sourly, shaking his head. "It never hurts to consider all the avenues, you know. All right, even though I think you're making a big mistake, I'll pass your order to the men." His grunts of compliance trailed Zhadol into the distance.
“Yes, he may have seemingly erred in his directive
(command), but by ordering his guards not to be too hasty in attack, he has
saved their lives and spared me the pointless bloody battle.” Nevetsecnuac watching the
two receding figures, heaved a thankful sigh (moan, exhalation). Then, as soon as it was safe for him to do so, he swiftly
descended from the tree top and headed back in the opposite direction from the two
officers, taking care to avoid any other probable traps. Blending in perfectly with nature and moving
like a swift shadow, he traversed over the sometimes-dangerous terrain to soon
reach the spot where he had tethered the mare.
In the nick of time too,
it seemed!
Without a moment's
hesitation unarmed as he was, armed with a sturdy, weighty pole (hefty stick), he
rushed to the assistance of the poor, exhausted horse, virtually snatching him
from the jaws of death. The ensuing
struggle between Nevetsecnuac and the disgruntled, ferocious beast that refused
to give up its prey lasted but briefly.
It was Nevetsecnuac's remarkable courage, ingenuity, unyielding strength
and agility, combined with his relentless defense of the mount, unyielding strength
and agility that had won him the advantage in the end. The predator had
eventually forsaken his aim, retreated(withdrew) back into the dark foliage and,
after issuing one last threat in the form of a fierce growl (retreated) withdrew
to disappear instantly amidst the dense, pitch-dark foliage.
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03- PREDITOR BENT ON EATING THE HORSE |
The dangerous predicament alleviated, and the mare's fears finally allayed, while Nevetsecnuac was tending, washing off the blood and applying medicinal plant poultices to the horse’s few cuts and abrasions (bitemarks), it was then that the plausible idea suddenly struck (dawned on) him. After a moment's consideration and stroking his chin, Nevetsecnuac exulted, “Why not? It should work. It certainly was a viable cover.”
Forthwith, Nevetsecnuac gathered
(obtained) the readily available material from the (nature) woods and then
fashioned himself a remarkable bow and enough arrows. The remainder of the
night until subsequent day’s mid-morning, Nevetsecnuac additionally utilizing
the hastily constructed, though humanely effective animal-traps, had vigorously
hunted all types of wild game (that thrived in the woodland regions). When he had accumulated sufficient sum, he
strapped and secured the amassed pelts (furs) and carcasses for his apt disguise
onto, back of the saddle, concealing well, the luggage. Next, his bow and quiver filled with (freshly
made) arrows slung over his back, Nevetsecnuac in one fluid motion gracefully swung
into the saddle and, looping the reins quickly over his hands, galloped with sure
determination at top speed towards Cyprecox Pass.
He arrived at the ambush
spot just as the slanted, golden rays of the mid-afternoon sun cast long, hazy
shadows on the earth. However, instead
of maintaining his gallop as one might expect, he slowed the mare down to a
canter.
The ruse had worked perfectly, dispelling all
suspicion thus far.
Predictably, Nevetsecnuac
had noted a fleeting flash of light (gleam) reflected off the metal armor of
the sentry and felt the two suspicious pairs of eyes avidly (studying him) spying
on him from above. Soon the number had multiplied,
yet no officers or sentinels emerged from hiding to accost him or in any way
intercept his path. Under this intense
scrutiny, Nevetsecnuac unflinchingly rode on.
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04- NEVETSECNUAC THE HUNTER 2-JP |
Mid-way, he imagined the kind of exchange Zhadol and Yennic most certainly would be having at that very moment and provocatively (boldly) raising his head looked up directly at the spot they would be hiding and then, smiled teasingly.
Remarkably, it was at this
moment that the horse, already spooked by the hidden guards, began to whinny,
and bolt, placing Nevetsecnuac in a most compromising situation. Yet the expected onslaught did not happen.
“Has my disguise fooled them so completely…Even that
skeptic, Yennic? This has been far too
easy.” If he had known the truth, that it was his
formidable countenance as he rode high in the saddle that provided the real
deterrent to rash action on the guard's part, Nevetsecnuac would have smiled
more.
A chilling shudder had
passed through all the ambushers and each, inwardly, had professed that this
mighty hunter was not one to be trifled with, and could only be engaged only at
consequential peril. Their curious eyes nevertheless
watched how Nevetsecnuac brought the beast quickly under control again then
steered it towards the narrowest, most dangerous part of the pass.
Strategically, this would
be the most opportune time and place for them to strike, to intercept him even
if only for a sport.
The air was so still, the
atmosphere so laden with tension that only the solitary tread of the wary horse
resounded in vibrations off the jutting cliffs that bounded the road on both
sides.
At the midpoint of the
pass however, the anticipated, taunting arrow boldly pierced the air, aimed
straight at Nevetsecnuac's heart.
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05-NEVETSECNUAC THE HUNTER 12- JP |
Keeping his mount in check, Nevetsecnuac, unperturbed, twisted sideways, reached out his left hand and (intercepted) plucked the arrow out of midflight. Faster than the eye could follow, he retrieved his bow, notched the arrow and, at the precise moment, let the missile fly.
Dead on center, it
collided with the second arrow just as it had left Yennic's hiding spot. Both arrows locked together and fell
harmlessly to the ground.
The laughter died quickly
in Yennic's throat. He turned to Zhadol
who shook his head in astonishment and commented, "Never have I seen such
marksmanship and, never before have I ever witnessed such remarkable
prowess."
The other guards exchanged
wide-eyed looks and exclaimed in unison their awe, "Truly, a most
magnificent skill… how fantastic!"
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06- NEVETSECNUAC THREATENS JP |
Before they had a chance to retaliate, however, Nevetsecnuac glared and boldly shouted out his dare and his warning then, taking an arrow from his own quiver, he notched it, raised his bow high as he twisted sideways, and took straight aim at the large rock behind which most of the force was concealed. He drew back the string until the bow sang with tension then let the arrow fly with such force that it buried itself half the way up its shaft into the solid stone.
Zhadol shifted his
position to view the shot. "That's
incredible…such awesome power!"
Yennic, meanwhile, was infuriated at being made the fool and, with
curses forming on his lips, had started to stand up and go after the hunter,
whatever the cost. It was his good
fortune that the strong arm of Zhadol held him back from an early grave. "Stay your ground, Lieutenant! That's an order!"
"But are we going to
let him make a mockery of us all? Are we
going to let that arrogant (bully) brute’s affront, his taunt go unanswered? There's only one of him and…"
Yennic's grumbles softened
moment later as he changed his tune, attempting to cajole Zhadol, "All
right, if we are not to challenge him for that then let me at least make his
acquaintance. Don't you think it would
be a great boon for our force to recruit such a hunter/warrior, however
arrogant?"
"I said stay your
ground, Lieutenant!" Zhadol barked.
His lingering, menacing gaze seemed to say, “Don’t you dare contradict my orders again in front of the men or I'll
have your hide! “When Yennic, cowering in silence, dropped his eyes, Zhadol
explained, "Such men are not interested in any affiliations, Lieutenant,
they are loners by choice." He then
reasoned further that, being at the pass on secret orders, they could not
expose themselves to a possible scout or spy unless there was the certainty of
recruiting or killing him. Even if this
rider was neither and was, in truth, a lone hunter, he could let loose an
inadvertent word here or there to the authorities and oblige the contingent to
furnish an account of their purpose.
Even at best, it would be a sticky situation for them all. There had been enough senseless killing
already from which, just this once, Zhadol wished a reprieve. He summed it all
up by saying, "It is obvious, Yennic, that this man is no docile Scholar
and therefore cannot possibly be the object of our target."
"So, we will let him
pass, the lucky dog!" Yennic
clenched his teeth and watched in mute hostility; as Nevetsecnuac, without
further incident or provocation, rode passed his horse unscathed through the
talons of danger.
~
(END OF SECTION 15)
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