Chapter 27: Endless Desert (3)
After A-Narah and her party entered the desert the temperature had been rising drastically. There was no shade to speak of, and all of them were already weak, weary and starving with hunger. The guards did their best to stay alert, but found it burdensome to even sit up straight in their saddles.
Inside the carriage was no better. There was no breeze coming in and it felt like a hot box. A putrid smell was starting to come off Elon, and A-Narah was cursed with the urge to vomit. She tied a cloth over her mouth and nose to help block the noxious scent, but it only caused her to sweat more and feel like she was suffocating.
The only thing that kept them moving forward was their sheer grit and determination to save Elon.
Lael was in the lead and the air in front of him seemed to waver, making it hard to tell in what direction he was moving. He shook his head and tried to clear his brain, but the world around him still seemed to be tilting side to side.
"What's that?" Launch coughed out as he pointed to the horizon. His lips were white and cracked. The only color to them was the blood that had dried from split in his lips. He had long ago become numb to the pain of his body, the only thing he could feel now was his parched throat that was filled with the sand he was breathing in.
All of them were suffering from the arid air surrounding them.
Uri squinted his eyes and used his arm to shade his face as he tried to find what Launch had seen.
All they could see was sand and air. None of them could find what Launch had seen, but they said nothing, too thirsty to even speak. They kept moving forward.
On just the other side of the hill that Launch had pointed at was the band of tribesmen. They had met up with the other scout and were for now watching the sorry looking group of foreigners.
"They are weak and the smell of sickness lingers around them, we should make our move now," one of the warriors advised.
Adom held him back. "They are heading in the direction we want anyway. We shouldn't interfere unless necessary. Foreigners always carry powerful weapons," he argued.
The warrior Adom had disagreed with looked like he wanted to say more, but ultimately backed down. Currently Adom was their leader and the great chief and shaman had put him in charge. The reason that their tribe had continuously prospered in this cruel environment was that they strictly followed the chain of command. When out they could not dispute with each other. They had to have their hearts stand together or else enemies could easily destroy them.
So they held their ground and waited for the group of foreigners to approach them. It would be best if a fight didn't break out and they could take them to the village peacefully.
When the party tried to go up the dune, the carriage got stuck. It could no longer move forward. The guards came back and silently unhitched the horses and packed their bags on their backs and put lead ropes on them. Elon was also carried out and placed in front of Uzzi on his horse. A-Narah didn't know how to ride and was put on Elon's horse that was tied to Uri's. They continued on not bothering with the carriage. They all felt like they would die out here. Becoming buried in the sands like the carriage would be.
When they party crested the sand dune, they couldn't even move their relived face to show their surprise, they were so tired.
"Finally…finally," muttered A-Narah. Her tense body could finally relax. They had found one of the tribes. Her eyes grew heavy and her mind went blank. Her body tilted to the side of the saddle and then slowly fell of as gravity pulled her down.
The band of warriors had been approaching them. Adom saw the girl falling and rushed forward to catch her in his sturdy arms. Adom looked at the unconscious girl, but had little impression of her. She looked pitiful and in a miserable state. He put the girl back on the horse and climbed up behind her.
The guards had been so exhausted that they hadn't been able to move in time to save A-Narah, all they could do was watch as this stranger took her into his arms. Seeing this scene, the guards' blood began to boil and life came back into their eyes. They wanted to fight this young buck and teach him a good lesson for daring to get so close to their little girl, but knew that they were in no condition to say anything and they needed the help of these people. They could only swallow this insult for now.
Adom untied the lead of the horse and directed A-Narah's guards to follow him. The other tribesmen came forward and surrounded the guards. They all carried spears and walked on foot. The guards felt wary of this display. They really had no strength and could only go along for now.
A few minutes later the village came into site.
The people stared in awe at these light skinned people. Most of the children pointed and exclaimed at the horses. The horses belonging to the group were beautiful and of the best quality, and horses were already a rare sight in the desert. If a tribe wasn't rich enough to purchase one then they would have to capture them, but the horses were so fast that only the best hunters were ever able to gain a horse to ride.
Their village had four horses, and were considered rather wealthy, but their horses couldn't even begin to compare to these foreigners'.
Adom dismounted and took the girl into his arms and enter the chief's tent. The guards then dismounted and followed, their legs weak and shaking. Uzzi took Elon onto his back and staggered after them.
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