Page 73 of While Angels Slept
After that, all dissolved into chaos.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tevin tore intothe east side of the settlement wielding his broadsword. His men were plowing into the clusters of huts under orders to search every room, hearth, socket, and corner. No stone was to be left unturned. They took their command and their mission seriously. Tevin could hear the screams of the inhabitants as he barreled into a small group of huts and used his broadsword to slice off a corner of the nearest sod roof.
Three women huddled inside the hut, screaming when they saw a very big man in well-used armor hovering over them astride a fire-breathing charger. Tevin yelled at them, demanding to know of a stolen woman, girl and young boy in their midst, but the women were either too stupid or too terrified to answer him, so he chopped away more of the roof to get a good look at the interior of the hut.
Chunks of sod and pieces of wood rained down on the screaming women, but it didn’t take long for Tevin to see that no one else was inside the structure. Satisfied that Cantia or Arabel weren’t inside, he moved on to the next hut and did the exact same thing.
Tevin had several soldiers behind him, conducting a more thorough search of the properties he was tearing apart. The men were also confiscating anything of value and storing it on their horses, of which Tevin didn’t particularly care. If these people were outlaws, and it looked very much like they were all tucked away secretly in the forest, then whatever possessions they had were more than likely stolen anyway, so he took no issue with his men taking stolen goods from thieves.
As he finished with one group of shacks, he caught sight of another cluster of huts several dozen yards away and was intent to raid thosenext when he caught a glimpse of a very small hovel shoved back in a thick cluster of trees off to his right. The rear of the structure was backed up into a small rise or hill, in fact, nearly hidden from his view, so he took the time to spur his charger back into the darkened area. He wasn’t going to miss anything.
The trees were thick enough as he approached that he was forced to dismount and he did so, marching upon the hut and kicking the door in. Sword wielded defensively, he noted that the hut was very dark and presumably empty. He really couldn’t see anything at all and it was very still inside, seemingly unoccupied. He was about to turn away when something on the floor twitched.
He raised his sword as he moved into the hut, realizing that someone was lying on the ground all covered up. It was so dark that he couldn’t make anything out until he was nearly on top of the pile of quivering furs. He was about to bark at them when soft crying met with his ears. It took Tevin a moment to realize that it was, in fact, very familiar crying. His breath caught in his throat.
“Arabel!” he gasped.
Arabel had been lying on the ground with the musty furs up over her head, terrified at the sounds going on all around her. When someone kicked the door to the shack open, she was certain she was about to be killed. Her father’s voice was the last thing she expected to hear and the furs came away from her face, her eyes open wide in astonishment.
“Father!”
Tevin dropped his sword and swooped down on his daughter, picking her up and holding her tightly against him. Truth be told, there were tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat as he savored the feel of her. Even though he had hoped to find her, he could scarcely believe it.
“Sweetheart,” he breathed. “Are you well?”
Arabel had her father around the neck so tightly that she was nearly strangling him. She nodded fervently.
“I am,” she said. “I am fine. Oh, Father, how did you find us? DidHunt send you?”
Tevin’s joy was tempered with confusion and apprehension. “He did not,” he said, pulling back so he could look her in the face and see for himself that she was well and whole. “Where is Hunt? And where is Cantia?”
Arabel was breathless. “Hunt went to find help,” she started to tear up as the situation overwhelmed her. “I told him to escape. I told him to go to Rochester to send you back to save us.”
Tevin didn’t like the sound of that at all, especially with his men raiding the settlement. A little boy could very well get swept up in the chaos, or worse.
“Whendid he leave, Arabel?” he asked, trepidation in his tone. “Which way did he go?”
Arabel was trying not to feel horrible and apprehensive, but she wasn’t doing a very good job. Her tears broke through. “He left only a short time ago,” she said, sniffling. “Father, I… I made him do it. I told him he had to find help for us and that we were all depending on him.”
She was starting to cry and Tevin soothed her as much as he could, although he was feeling much anxiety and panic.
“We will find him,” he assured her, collecting his sword and carrying her out of the hut just as several of his men rode up. He looked to the seasoned soldiers around him, men bearing weapons and torches. “Hunt Penden is around here somewhere, possibly hiding. Make all due haste to find the boy. I do not want him caught in the madness and injured.”
A few of the men tore off to search while one man, one of Penden’s men, dismounted his horse and began prowling the landscape on foot, calling Hunt’s name. As the search for Hunt commenced, Tevin turned to his daughter once more.
“Arabel,” he sounded as if he was begging. “Where is Cantia?”
Arabel shook her head, wiping tears off her cheeks. “She went away,” she said. “Someone needed help and some of the people took her away. I do not know where she has gone.”
Tevin fought down more panic, now for Cantia. “Is she gone from the camp?”
“I do not believe so. Someone was sick, I think. She went to help.”
“So she is here, somewhere?”
“I think so.”
