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massive pile, but Brandr kept instructing her to get more. She
knew they wouldn’t possibly use it all, but when she had argued
with him, he had raised his hand as though to strike her. Sky had
raced into the woods from the little clearing to do his bidding with
the men laughing behind her. She was cautious not to stray too far.
Because she hadn’t been killed, her anxiety had lowered,
somewhat. She was still unsure and fearful, yet she felt if they were
going to cause her undue harm they would have already. Though
they seemed to take pleasure in ordering her to do menial tasks
repetitively. She had come to the conclusion they were bullies. She
didn’t think they were responsible for the brutal murders. If they
had been, no doubt she would be dead. Bullies or not, she felt she
was safer with them than alone.
Next Brandr had her hauling large rocks from the riverbank to
place around the fire, containing it. Each time Brandr sent her back
for larger rocks until she was gasping for breath lugging
cantaloupe-sized miniboulders. She filled each man’s leather flask
with water. She shook out Brandr’s large fur and placed it over soft
pine boughs she collected, yanking them from trees or using a
sharp rock to cut them down. Her arms and legs were aching and
her feet were sore. Her hands shook from all the cutting and
tugging she had done. When her body trembled she stopped and
stood still for a moment, feeling woozy from lack of sleep and little
food. They had allowed her to drink water from her hands at the
river but had given her nothing else. Tears burned the back of her
eyes.
Brandr approached. She didn’t argue this time, just gazed up
at him solemnly. She wasn’t certain she could run if he lifted his
hand to her. She couldn’t go on. Brandr studied her for a moment
and looked at her huge pile of wood; he checked the rocks at the
fire and hefted his full flask. Finally, he nodded his approval and
Sky collapsed at his feet in relief. He gripped her arm and dragged
her up then he propelled her to his large fur under the tree,
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shoving her onto it. Terrified, she thought he meant to rape her.
But he walked away. Sky curled into a small ball with weariness.
Before long, she slept.
Sky was awakened when Brandr kicked her belly. It wasn’t a
cruel blow, but enough to have her on her feet. It was growing
dark and he led her to the fire. She sat down beside him, trying to
make herself smaller. A large roast of meat was spitted near the
flames and her belly rumbled. The other men were watching her.
One was eying her intently. Sky could tell by the look on his face
what he wanted and moved even closer to Brandr.
The man said something to Brandr that made him scowl.
Brandr snapped a few words at him and the man shrugged. Feeling
her hand nudged, she was handed some flatbread that she accepted
gratefully. Brandr said a word to her and she repeated it. When he
handed her a skewered chunk of the heavenly smelling meat, he
said the same word which had her to believe she was thanking him
for what he was giving her. When he offered her a drink from his
leather flask, she said the word without prompting and he nodded
in approval.
Sky dove hungrily into the meat, practically pouncing into it.
The juices slipped down her chin. Eyes squeezed closed in delight,
she hadn’t thought there was a more wonderful flavor. When she
was done she sucked on her fingers enthusiastically. She looked at
Brandr with hope, still famished from days of going without. He
shook his head with his eyes raised, but handed her more meat. Sky
wolfed down that as well as more flatbread until finally her hunger
was satisfied.
When they were finished eating, Brandr looked her over, then
looked at the man who had been watching her so intently
throughout the meal. He was motioning toward Brandr
enthusiastically. The man held up a
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