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Tier struggled to open his eyes and regretted it. Before him stretched the brown sands of the Desert of Koursh, broken only by execution poles with dark huddled mounds at their bases. Heat rippled through the air, tricking the eye into believing there was standing water in the distance. His shoulders ached, his wrists were tied so tight he could barely feel his fingers. His heart pounded in his ears. In front of him, just half a man’s length from his boots, were his weapons and beside them a large water skin. Torture. To die knowing water was just out of reach. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the pole he was secured to.
Icy cold air heralded the arrival of the local ghosts. He opened his eyes again, staring at the hazy, indistinct shapes. They simply looked at him, hollows for eyes. Waiting for him to join them no doubt.
“Either help me out of this, or go away!” He growled. A wind he didn’t feel made the shapes dissolve, leaving him alone.
He tried to twist his hands behind him, swearing under his breath. The ropes barely budged, though he could grip his weak thumb with his hand. He stared at the clear blue sky and jerked as hard as he could. Pain shot up his arm twisting his gut. He slowly twisted his hand, gritting his teeth as bit by bit the rope slid over his thumb. Time suspended, narrowing down to pain and the creeping rope that held him against the rough pole. After an eternity his hand slipped free, loosening the rope around his other hand. He grunted, pushing away from the pole and moving his arms back to his sides. Tingles ran up and down them as blood flooded starved veins.
With gritted teeth he popped his thumb back into place, swearing again, and struggled to get to his feet. His body felt like lead, his head pounded. His tunic, cloak, armor, everything was gone. He half stumbled to his weapons and the precious water skin, crouching as he lifted it in trembling hands. He took a sip, enough to wet his parched mouth and jammed the stopper back in it. He had to save it. He stared at the weapons then looked around, fighting a wave of dizziness and nausea.
He was off the pole. Now what?
The question loomed in his mind. Where could he go? No doubt word had spread. There was no telling what that little bitch had told his people. He gathered his weapons, glancing around, the hair on the back of his neck prickling. There was no telling when the guards assigned to the valley were going to come back this way. He’d need to get out of the desert fast. South was the coast, north was the capitol, the palace and the oracle. He rubbed his forehead. He hadn’t felt any pressure since he woke.
She must not realize he was still alive. He stared towards the south, trying to remember the layout of the land. On the other side of the mountains was Lorn and the port. He could take a ship. He frowned. Where? The islands?
Nekar was being mobilized his father had said, they were going to march on Sandau. Tier nodded to himself. He had to go to Sandau. He’d have to go the long way, a ship up the eastern coast to Tyrsleth then south to Sandau. The plains city wasn’t capable of taking a siege. He needed to get Xin out. Or at least warn her. He tried not to think of what Launi had told him, tried not to think about what had happened when he faced Kera. He wondered what had befallen Rale and pushed that thought away. If he thought too hard about it, he might come apart and he didn’t have the luxury of time. He looked around one last time before heading towards the distant southern mountains.
Each step jarred his back, made the throbbing in his hand worse. Fear raged through him. Fear for his sister and father, even concern for his brother wiggled into each thought. He hoped they wouldn’t suffer on his account. He had done the impossible. Stopped the Kera from reading his mind, in fact he’d read hers. Shudders ran through him as the realization crashed down on him, chilling him beneath the unrelenting sun. Her memories were locked in his mind. He feared examining them too closely. He was afraid of what he’d find.
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