The Cliffs of Cree: Day 4 Belamore -- WRETCHED STATE

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Date Posted: 21:51:45 03/29/00 Wed
Author: Belamore
Subject: The Cliffs of Cree: Day 4 Belamore

The Cliffs of Cree: Day 4 Belamore

A white owl with a limp field mouse in her talons blinked as Troyellen
lurched forward from the southern end of Mt Cree. He had ordered
shelters made deep in the forest, sent hunting parties to kill anything
with a heartbeat to feed his hungry men, to build small fires deeper
into the forest so they couldn't be seen from below. Through the night
and most of the day his men warmed by the fires, ate what food they
could pick, dig up or kill. The men went in shifts and continued to
make arrows, throwing-spears and gather boulders and logs. It had
rained all night and most of the day.

"Why did you not wake me! What sign of the Tancan?" Troyellen barked,
coughed.

"It was nothing, just six of the Tancan scouts returning. Some were
wounded." Captain Bedal had to run-skip to keep up with Troyellen.

Troyellen avoided the lean, hungry looks on his wretched men as they
worked or sucked on roots and shivered in the rain. He leaned over the
cliff. The rain fell cold, at a biting slant. Below the sea banged
against the cliffs as the tide came in.

"Is this the man?" Troyellen studied the drenched soldier.

"Yes, tell his Lordship what you found in the eastern pass." Bedal
helped the man to stand.

"The Tancan, Sir Troyellen...I climbed down the eastern cliffs...I was
not seen. They have built a ramp for their heavy wagons and catapults.
They work in the day and it is underwater at night..." The man started
to fall, but Troyellen helped him stand, then eased him to the ground to
let him rest.

"You did well, boy. You did well." He turned to Bedal. "That means
they plan on bringing their heavy equipment to the west...but they will
never get ten feet in that wet sand during the day...the Tancan are
fools. Is the ramp complete, son?"

"Yes."

"Bedal, take this man back to my shelter and get something warm into his
belly. Rest all the men you can. If the rain stops, they will come
tomorrow..."

.....continued

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