Sionnane Book 4 The Prince Cirroc Series

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Summary

Has love at last found Prince Cirroc. And can he save his love from the clutches of from an evil lordling that he must ask for help. And what about 3 escaped slaves Now Prince Cirroc must deal with a slave uprising. Escaped slaves are dangerous at the best of times. Now he must go to the evil lord Cet MacMorna partly because one of the escaped slaves is that man's and partly because he needs manpower. Then another lord suggests that the Prince take his young daughter and her specially bred and trained hounds to help in the hunt, but there are problems. First the daughter is beautiful. Next one of the escaped slaves is former a soldier. And finally the evil Cet MacMorna is lecherous and very dangerous.

Genre:
Action / Romance
Author:
Sarge
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
14
Rating:
n/a
Age Rating:
16+

1

Chapter 1

Prince Cirroc realized later that it was Avock that first called his attention to the dust in the Pass of Niall. “Look,” the man said.Cirroc did.It looked as though a late caravan was coming through, trying to make the city of Rodas before night fall.Cirroc called to the gatekeeper.“Keep the gate open a little longer,” he said.“We’ve a caravan coming in.”

But in the back of his mind there was a thought that it might not be that at all. It might be a slave coffle.He disliked those, they were always trouble.But so long as the slavers paid their taxes, didn’t kidnap anyone while they were in his territory, and kept their slaves from escaping, there was nothing he could do.

An hour later when he looked out from his citadel while he was taking his evening meal he could barely discern in the fast fading light that it was indeed a slave coffle. The slave pens and market were close to the docks.Cirroc was glad that they were there, he really didn’t want them in the city at all.So they were close to the place where the slaves would be embarked on ships for other cities and the Capitol.

The problem with that was that the river had dropped so low there were no boats leaving for the capitol now. So the slaves either had to be taken over land or had to stay here.The lord of almost any city could see the danger in that.New slaves were very unruly and prone to slave uprisings. Later, after they’d had a few years to be broken to the life of a slave they would be safer.So Cirroc hoped that the slaves in this particular coffle had been brought rather than captured.

As the light faded at the slave pens someone called out. “Open up there.We’ve merchandise for you.”The tough old guard who kept the pens came to the barred gate.

“Who be ye,” he demanded to know.

“My name is Arcus,” the newcomer said. “And I’ve fresh meat for your market.”

“Let me see,” the guard demanded. Arcus brought the coffle a bit closer, but not to close. The guard, a man names Snels lit a torch and held it out through the bars. He saw an assortment of men and women. Some of them were old and looked nearly used up. Others were young and strong and looked as though they had been recently beaten into submission.Still others were children.The beautiful young women had not been beaten in a way that would show.That would have decreased their value.But if anyone had looked in their eyes, they would have seen that these too had experienced rough usage.

“You’ll have to pay to keep them here,” Snels said. “5 coppers a day and you provide all their food.”The slaves would not be provided with anymore clothing then that which they already wore and no more shelter then what the pens themselves provided.

“2 coppers,” Arcus said. Snels withdrew with the door still shut. “Five,” he threw back over his shoulder.

“Five is too steep,” Arcus said.

“Take them someplace else if you think you can find it,” Snels said. “The prince don’t allow slaves in the dungeons.”

“Three,” Arcus called out, being ready to deal.

“Five or nothing,” Snels called back. He knew that the man would sooner or later have to pay his price or risk losing the sales that might come here.

“Alright,” Arcus finally agreed. Snels came back to the gate.

“First nights payment in advance,” he said holding out his hand through the bars. Arcus was used to that demand.It was customary in the trade.He put the coppers in the man’s hand.

Snels transferred the money to a pouch. Then, with one hand he drew his sword while with the other he took out a key and unlocked the gate. All men were wary at such times. New slaves sometimes used this time to try to escape and many an unwary guard had been killed.

Snels showed the way back to the cages where the slaves were kept, past the dais where they would be displayed for sale. On the way they passed much of the equipment used to break a human being to slavery. This was on purpose.The idea was to strike fear in the slaves’ hearts so that they would think twice about trying anything here.But one look in their eyes and it could be seen that it did not have the desired effect.Those that were sullen and angry remained sullen and angry, those that were already broken remained broken.

The pens themselves were not new. They showed signs of previous occupation.There were marks on the walls where other slaves had tried to escape as well as on the floor.There was some blood on the walls, but no excretement or urine.Whether the blood was from slaves’ scrap-ping their fingers bloody from trying to make a hole in the floor or at the bottom of the wall, or from the wounds they received when they were caught was impossible to tell. Blood higher up on the wall was usually from the punishment that a slave received from telling his or her master no, or perhaps it was from the things that were done to break a slave to slavery.

The males went into the most secure pen. They were the more likely to try for freedom.The women and children went into a separate pen that was only a little less secure. Arcus’ guards were glad to have them in the pens.Now they could get a good night’s sleep. On the trail they had to keep their eyes open at night to watch for slaves trying to escape, wild animals tracking them and hoping to kill one of them, and marauders who would steal their slaves and sell them themselves and possibly turn the guards themselves into slaves too.

Those slaves who were capable of noticing seemed glad that the smell wasn’t too bad right now. Those who had been slaves a little longer knew that situation would not last.The mere presence of so many people in such an enclosed area wo-uld take care of that.By morning there would be the smell of both feces and urine in the air.Some might think that they would never get the stench out of their noses or clothing, but they always eventually did.

The slaves murmured a little as they settled into their pens and found places to sit. They said little as it had been a long day and they were all tired. Most of them fell asleep as soon as they were seated.Some of them used the drains in the floor for what they were intended for. Some of them showed hurts and bruises from where they had been recently beaten. A few of the males had signs of a recent whipping on their backs. Children and babies began to cry and mothers fed them as best they could. Any young babies that the women had, had died on the way and their bodies been disposed of by the guards.

The slaves murmured a little as they settled into their pens and found places to sit. They said little as it had been a long day and they were all tired.Most of them fell asleep as soon as they were seated.Some of them used the drains in the floor for what they were intended for.Some of them showed hurts and bruises from where they had been recently beaten. A few of the males had signs of a recent whipping on their backs. Children and babies began to cry and mothers fed them as best they could. Any young babies that the women had, had died on the way and their bodies been disposed of by the guards.

“Simon,” one of the larger, part Atuaki slaves spoke to the smaller male next to him. That one, by his dress was Cressili. He turned to the other. He was well built, thoughnot so large as the other. He had recently been beaten and there was still some dried blood on his mouth .Consequently he spoke with difficulty.

“What?” he asked.

“What are you going to do now?” the other asked.

“Nothing, Tua” Simon said.

“This could be as close to the border as you will ever be,” Tua answered. “We could be sold tomorrow and never see each other again.”

“Well that wouldn’t be too bad for you, would it Tua,” Simon said. “You were born a slave.I still have hope of my father and brothers looking for me.On top of that my feet hurt.”The thinly soled boots he was wearing now as a slave were little like the thick strong ones he wore as a soldier.His feet were used to more support and had almost nothing now.

Simon turned over and went to sleep listening to the women cooing at the children and soothing them and each other.

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