Fires of Prophecy_ Book Two of the Morcyth Saga - Brian Pratt [122]
Pausing in the dark, he replies, “Down to the docks. Want to look around before morning.”
“Be careful,” cautions James, “and be back an hour before sunup.”
“I will,” he assures him. “Try to get some sleep.” He then turns back toward the door and quickly makes his way out of the room, closing it behind him.
James listens to his soft tread in the silence of the night as he walks down the hallway to the stairs as he lays there for awhile. After no longer being able to hear his footsteps he must’ve managed to fall asleep for the shutting of the door startles him awake when Jiron returns.
“Just me,” he hears Jiron say as he walks over to where he’s lying on the bed. “We got trouble.”
“What?” he asks, coming the rest of the way awake.
“There are twenty or more guards stationed at the docks with more patrols on the streets than there were yesterday,” he explains.
“Did you find out why?” James asks.
“No,” he replies. “It was all I could do just to avoid being seen.”
“How are we going to get the others to the Crashing Wave with all the guards everywhere?” James asks, worried.
“I don’t know, but we better think of something fast,” he says. “Dawn’s about an hour away.”
James sits there and contemplates the situation when Jiron says, “Maybe we could draw them off?”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I mean, we get the others close to the docks, then you and I go to another part of town and create a diversion,” he explains.
Nodding, James says, “That might work. Can we get them close enough to the docks without being seen?”
“I think so,” Jiron replies.
“Let’s wake up the others and let them know what’s going on,” he says as he gets out of bed.
Going to the other rooms, they soon have everyone awake and back in James’ room for a quick meeting. As soon as everyone’s there, they tell them about the guards at the dock and what they plan to do.
“Selling the horses,” Delia announces. “That must have tipped them off something was going on.”
“Could’ve been,” James agrees, “but we had little choice.”
He has them take out the money and makes sure that Roland has the fifty golds for their passage. Then he takes ten golds apiece for Jiron and himself, the rest they divide among everyone else. He turns to Roland and says, “Have Ezra keep Arkie quiet. If he starts crying, it’s all over.”
Roland nods his head and communicates that to Ezra, who indicates she understands. “Alright,” he says, “let’s go.”
They quietly make their way down to the main floor and leave out the back way near the stables. “We better leave our two horses here and try to get back to them when we’re ready to leave town,” he suggests to Jiron.
“If we’re able,” he replies. “We might be a little too busy to make it back here.”
Jiron takes the lead and follows a roundabout way through the streets toward the docks. Twice they have to duck into side alleys when they encounter roving patrols. Both times they wait silently until they pass before continuing once more to the docks.
When they’re within a couple blocks of the docks, Jiron stops before a door in the side of a darkened warehouse and places his ear against it, listening. Then he turns the handle and opens the door as he motions for everyone to file inside. The warehouse is empty but for a few boxes that look like they have been abandoned here. “You should be able to wait here until you make the run for the ship.”
“How will we know when it’s time?” Tersa asks.
Jiron looks to James and says, “I think you’ll know.”
James nods his head.
Tersa gives her brother a hug and says, “You be careful.”
He hugs her back and sees the tears in her eyes, “Don’t worry, I’ll see you in Trendle.” Trying to stop his own tears from falling at having to leave her again, he says to James, “We better get going.”
“Good luck,” Delia says to them before they leave. The others offer