Warrior Priest of Dmon-Li - Brian Pratt [151]
“Could whatever he’s planning be what the army across the river is waiting for?” asks Miko.
“Could be,” agrees Jiron. “We better get back to the warehouse and wait for James to return.”
“What if One Eye decides to do something?” asks Miko.
“Nothing we can do about it right now,” replies Jiron. “We’re going to have to hope we can contact James before he does.”
“We should tell someone!” he insists.
“And who would we tell?” Jiron asks. “If we tell the wrong person, we’ll be silenced and then no one will know what’s going on.” Pointing back up to the gate, he adds, “Those guards up there knew him, or at least had seen him often enough to recognize him. I wouldn’t know who to trust other than Lord Pytherian.”
“I guess you’re right.” Not happy about it, Miko tries to think of an alternative to just sitting and waiting but is unable to come up with anything. Sighing, he looks to Jiron and nods.
They make their way back to where their horses are tied and then ride back to the warehouse. As they approach, the guards who had bothered them earlier in the day about being in the warehouse, are leaving from a side door. Pausing until the guards move further down the street and out of sight, they return to the warehouse where they get comfortable as they wait for the return of James and Fifer.
The closing of the door brings him back to consciousness, or something close to it. Opening his eyes, he quickly shuts them tight again as he shuts out the nauseatingly swirl of the room. His head feels foggy and he can’t think straight.
A moan next to him tells him Fifer is in the same state as he, maybe worse. Hands suddenly grab him and sit him up straight on the couch he’d been lying upon. A hand slaps him hard across the face, and then someone pulls open his eyelid as he stares at his pupil.
The blurry face of the man is somehow familiar but he can’t quite recall from where. His mind won’t focus long enough to draw out the memory.
“They’ve taken too much,” the voice says with impatience. “They’ll be worthless for hours!”
“Forgive me,” another voice begs. “We didn’t know what they were going to eat so we laced everything. That they were so hungry was unexpected this late in the morning.”
“Let me know when they’re able to talk,” the first voice says commandingly.
“Yes, sir,” the second voice says, distraught over the dissatisfaction of the other. “First thing.”
Suddenly the door opens and closes, and James is again resting in blissful silence.
“Where are they?” asks Jiron from where he’s pacing back and forth in front of the warehouse window. He again stops his pacing as he looks outside, night has long since fallen and he’s getting worried.
“Maybe we should inquire at the gate for them?” Miko asks for the third time.
Jiron turns from the window and says, “Alright.” When he sees Miko going for the horses, he says, “Leave the horses here, they’ll just get in the way.”
Miko stops and comes over to him as he opens the door to leave. Outside on the street, the crowd of people from earlier in the day has dwindled dramatically and they are able to move more rapidly than before.
Keeping their eyes open for One Eye, they move quickly toward the gate where they’d been turned away the night before. “Damn!” Jiron silently curses when he sees the same guard on duty from the previous night.
When the guard sees them coming, he gets a smirk on his face as he moves to meet them. “Back again?” he says. “I thought I told you guys you couldn’t pass through.”
“I understand that,” Jiron says, trying not to provoke anything. “But earlier, two of our friends were admitted to the castle area. We were to meet them but they failed to return. Could you tell us if you’ve heard anything about them?”
“You mean those other two guys that were with you the other night?” the guard asks.
“Yeah, that’s them,” replies Jiron hopefully.
“Sorry, haven’t heard anything,” the guard replies. He looks over to the other guards and asks, “You guys hear anything?” The others