“Does it matter? It worked, and that is what counts. What I’m more interested in is how she can understand those animals. Either that is real magic or she has some kind of special talent or ability.”
Targon nodded, remembering the faint sound of the bear for so brief a time before he couldn’t hear it again. Sometimes he wondered if he actually heard what he thought he heard, but in the summer months since that time, Marissa had spoken to both the bear and the falcon with ease. Most of the Ulathans accepted it, but a few felt it wasn’t natural and spoke in hushed tones that it was some sort of sorcery from Kesh that had infected the young girl.
“She is special, of that I’m sure,” Targon said, looking at Marissa as she helped the boys free the oxen who were already running along the road at a slow trot seeking to put as much distance between themselves and the Ulathans.
“Come Targon, let’s help sack whatever supplies we can and get back to the cabin. I don’t want to leave those Kesh with my boys longer than I have to.”
“Agreed,” Targon said, holstering his axe and heading towards the nearest wagon. “I think however that we should load one and take it with us.”
“Do you think that wise? Won’t they be able to track something that large to your homestead?” Salina asked as they approached a wagon that seemed to be the center of attention and indeed, it had the focus of most of the Ulathans now, even Horace had reached it from his battle position in the forest.
It was just off the road, both oxen still harnessed and attached to the wagon’s yoke. Jons had run over to it as had Marissa and were calming the animals. The barrels in the back were unharmed, perhaps the only wagon that had escaped fire as it was at the very rear of the train.
“Fall is almost here, the leaves are preparing to change color and the first snows of winter won’t be far behind. With so many mouths to feed, I’m fearful that the provisions we’ve stored up from our small garden won’t last us through the season. Besides, the forest has taken care of our tracks for us.” Targon said.
Before Salina could answer, Marissa started to run towards them, a look of concern on her face.
“What is it Marissa?” Salina asked as the young girl reached them.
Marissa pointed over their heads high above where the large Falcon was now circling closer to them. “The Kesh, they’re coming!
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