Scoundrels' Jig (The Chronicles of Eridia)
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When Sister Moshi and Zan finally emerged from the seemingly endless tunnel made by Megalito, they found themselves on a grassy slope at the foot of a mountain. They had no idea which mountain it was or even which direction they were facing. The sun hung directly overhead. There was no sign of Megalito anywhere.
A black horse with a saddle on its back stood watching them about thirty feet away. Both of them recognized it as Bastard Jack’s horse. How it had gotten here they had no clue.
Sister Moshi started walking slowly toward the horse. It snorted once, bobbed its head a few times as if in assent, and then trotted forward to meet her.
“Well,” Zan said, joining Sister Moshi as she stroked the horse’s muzzle, “this is very fortunate. We can have the horse carry the gold for us.”
“Good idea.”
The block of gold was too big to fit into the saddlebags, so he wrapped it in an old blanket that he found in one of the bags and then lashed it to the saddle.
“So,” he said with a smile as he gave the bundle a tug to make sure it wouldn’t move around too much, “where to now?”
He started to turn around, but didn’t quite make it because that was when Sister Moshi bashed him over the head with a rock.
Tossing the rock aside, she looked down at his groaning, bleeding form. “Sorry, but I don’t particularly want a boyfriend, and I don’t really like you anyway. But thanks for helping me get the gold. Bye, now.”
She led the horse down the grassy slope and toward the wooded lowlands stretching away beyond it. She didn’t know where she was going, but that was okay. Nobody really knew where they were going.
Because in the end, there was only chaos.