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A cool story about adventure and bias
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It was dark, and deep inside the city walls a vicious event was occurring. Two young men were exchaing blows in a ring of people. No one tried to break up the two bloody and embattled boys. They hadlng been nursing a grudge between them and now they had come out and were settling it with a show o fsts.
It came, scarcely noticed, around the side, it got through, and carnage lay in it's path. The blowtruck fiercely on the cheek of John. He recoiled in pain, but had no time to nurse his wounds. The ter boy, Patrick or trick as they always called him, leaped and landed another heavy blow to the ja.
Hearing the cries of excitement from the crowd, John gathered his remaining strength, pulling himse together. With fists protecting his bleeding face he swung a left punch, which sailed wildly over rck's head. The larger Trick plunged a heavy right into John's stomach and two more around the eyes Jhn reeled backward and fell on his back. The crowd shouted and jeered.
Above the noise, Trick exclaimed, "You little pansy, outcast! You haven't the strength to get up yoweak idiot! Go run to mommy and suck your wounds!"
Holding his face and slowly rising, John whimpered and saw his friends downcast on the outside of t ring. They truly were from the poor section of the city, they were so poor in fact, that rarely di hey eat thrice a day, but scavenged and stole for their lack of resources.
Seeing John on his feet, Trick charged at John, ready to punch the boy into the next life. With a hvy fist behind his head, Trick swung with all his might, but John wasn't there, at least not his hed the next thing Trick saw was the hardest punch he had ever felt connect dead on with his nose. Sein the fresh spout of blood both boys screamed, but for different reasons. John pounded Tricks facewitout mercy, again and again. He drubbed him severely. Seeing an unguarded place the hardened Johnpouned into the soft stomach, then up again into the face. Trick whimpered and started crying to stp, bu John laid on, knocking the boy on the ground, the higher class citizens couldn't watch any loger, seing one of their own being pounded with such plight. John jumped on Trick and beat the face ntil snught and juices oozed and Trick's face swelled into a watermelon and was no longer white. Trck passe out, and would have given up his ghost then and there had it not been for an older man tha wrestledJohn off the top of the unconscious boy.
As John and his friends walked back to their homes, there was a sense of pride lifting them on. Thaday was a great day in the books for the less fortunate of that day. When John reached home, he hadt account for the great wounds and swelling he received, and after diner John went to sleep on his edoll early than normal.
Laying awake in his cot, John felt a certain tension building. He knew not what was brewing, but t thought kept him awake. Slowly the time passed and about the middle of the night, it happened.
The noise grew in intensity, coming deep within the woodwork of the city and radiating outward. It owly came closer, like a fear that no matter how far you run you can never quite get far enough to esafe. Suddenly, John's father Aaron, burst through his door letting out a low whisper, "That is wh yu don't fight with the big people!" His meaning was unclear, and the young man failed to grasp its maning. "Go bolt the door boy! And grab your sword and bow of which your fond!"
At that, John thoroughly became scared. He jumped up, and racing through the small house to bolt thdoor, he heard and saw the people outside, and in the middle was Trick, severely beat, and swelled obad he couldn't see through his cheeks.
His father cried out, "Look what you rabble have done! You will regret your actions young man! You,he ugly father of the house, give us your son and we will not torment your house, but fail to turn i and we will snuff you all!"
"Your son looks bad, sir, but mine also is swelled and bloody."
"Of no consequence! You are supposed to take it. But not my son, you filthy man! We have your housencompassed."
An arrow soared and slammed into the framework of the house. "The next will set it ablaze!"
"We will in no way send John out, so you will have to burn us out first!"
"So be it!"
The first of the missiles flew, flames abroad, which soared and hit the bolted door, but fizzled oubefore lighting ablaze. A volley of flaming arrows sped toward the house and spattered on the thatcwrk. None struck the house aflame, thanks be to the Lord their Protector.
"Quick, grab your bow and let fly. I'll shoot mine and see if we can pick them off," insisted John'father. Their was a great crowd assembled and even some of the authorities watched but never intervnd. John pulled the tight string beyond his jaw and took careful aim. Upon hearing the satisfying tan of the string, John traced his arrow into a wagon wheel, missing his mark by ten feet. Not in th lest discouraged, John immediately let fly, although missing his shot he accidentally hit the hoofof amule. It cried and yelped with pain, kicking and creating havoc among the surrounding people. A soonas they saw the arrows flying out of the house in their direction they backed off and looked fr cove.
on John's fifth shot he hit an archer in the leg, immediately dropping him. Promptly, John's fatheret fly and struck a man full on the nipple, and the body writhed and convulsed for several seconds eore giving up the ghost.
After another had fallen by the illustrious Peter, John hit his first casualty, running a man throu the throat. Blood spilled as from a stream, pouring onto the gravel a sickening scarlet. At this sgt the crowd shrank further back, giving the fighters room. Several arrows trounced through the winow and fizzled harmlessly on the floor.
John saw a man, in his mid forties, string his bow to it's utter breaking point. As if in slow moti he swung around, trying to bring his arrow in line with the man. At almost the same moment, John nthaving time enough to pull all the way back, let the string go, and for a second thought Fate had roght death to him at an early age. The other man's arrow came straight at his breast, but John's sow rrow came into the arrows path. With a stroke of Fate, the other arrow powered through his own, nd ws only deflected from John.
They all watched the arrow as it plummeted down to earth and landed in the soft chest of the newbor John's mother let out the oddest cry he had ever heard and will hear in his life. She cover her so,crying and wailing. This disturbed the crowd some, and they slowly grew silent as the wailing contnud.
The babe died almost instantly, never haven felt the joys and pleasures of life. Seeing the dead ba in her arms, the mother gently removed the arrow which had only penetrated inches deep and could hv only killed a young baby. Seeing this, it enraged the father, who went on a flurry with his arrow, s did John. Now the fight was deathly personal.
They concentrated their attacks on the murderer, but having taken deep shelter the man was temporary safe. Within a span of ten minutes, they shot down four men to their deaths, bravely fighting forteir house. Wave upon wave of burning missiles burst on the house, but never a once it caught on fie.They continued to pick out men, until finally Trick's father with a yelp ordered all his men towad te house to siege and bring out the pair of archers firing from within. On the mad dash toward th houe several more fell to the sharp arrows of a blacksmith and his strong son. Upon seeing this, tey boh drew their sabers and being that Peter was a blacksmith, the family's weapons were of the bet qualty. The large broadswords gleamed against the dark night sky, and the silhouettes seemingly dnced toard the house.
With several lying in their tracks from the pairs missiles, the attackers continued their siege. Wi twenty five yards betwixt the house and attackers, the two couldn't possibly miss. John quickly bruht the bow string back and loosed an arrow at the closest target, piercing the man's left shoulder snding him a cry of pain to the ground. Like a lion that pounces on it's prey, the attackers pouncd o the house.
The first to jump through the window met a paltry death, a borsht through the temple spilling his bod in the house. Immediately another jumped through, and then another. With a mighty swipe of the sod Peter dispatched in a screaming frenzy the first two, but they quickly over-powered him.
John wasn't so lucky, he hadn't the skills his father possessed, but nonetheless had a great more tn anyone his age. He jabbed at the first who came through, but the man stealthily avoided the blade ending several hard blows that sent John tumbling to the ground. The man grabbed his sword with boh ands, and hefted it high above his head, then unleashed it crushing toward the ground.
At that point, young John would have given up his spirit had it not been for a small outpoint in thwall. As the fatal blade came down from the heavens, it nicked this small protrusion. The blow wentsightly awry, which gave John the space to dodge left, thus avoiding sudden death. His sword being o ar away to swing a blow before the man, John reached up with his fist and popped the man full on he aw.
He fell backward, giving John enough time to strike with his sword. In a powerful sweep of the blad he delivered a crushing blow which deflected off the man's sword and struck his hip. Penetrating svrely, the sword powered through muscle and sinew until it exited it's fleshly home. The man had scrcly enough time to scream, when the next blow dealt him death.
Three others came in, and finding the situation dark, John called to his father and they both ran o screaming to Reberta the mother, "Grab the small one, and leave the ill-fated infant where it rest.Take to your heels and get the mules ready to leave, and mind the money pouch."
The mother, who was quick-witted and alert, grabbed their life savings and small son onto one of thtwo mules. Untying the other for the two to follow.
Meanwhile, John and Peter defended their escape to the best of their ability. They slowly retreatedo the rear of the humble establishment stealthily used the various corners and doorways as shelter ofire upon the pursuers with their great bows. Several more fell in the span of five minutes, and nneto John or Peter.
Several other attackers joined the riot and stood outside hailing the house with flaming torches anarrows. Peter grabbed a small bundle of rations and together fighting with the last of their strengh they jumped upon the back of the waiting mule, and together they rode off, through the crowd, whodi not prevent their escape.
Many an arrow chased after the paltry duo, but none found their mark, much to the disappointment ofhe attackers. They tried to mount steeds and give chase, but their were none to be seen, mainly becue they came to attack on foot and not on mounts.
Peter and Reberta at the reigns, they quickly galloped through the open city gates and out where thair was fresh with the smell of dew on the grass, and of life beyond the city.
After fifteen minutes of hard galloping and making sure there were no pursuers, they stopped to res because the humble mules were not used to such speed. They looked back at the city several miles aa and saw to their horror a plume of smoke rising from the inside. They figured it had come from th por district, and realized it was their house they had set flames to. Much disheartened, they contnue at a trot through the remainder of the night.
Trying to forget about the previous night, the family, minus one, mourned the death of the baby whi traveling. They thought it would be a good idea to go North, since that was the least populated an ost abundant place on earth. Shaking the dust from their feet, they continued journeying. With themoey they had, it would last them for several months, and the food they brought in the knapsack, thy wre sustained, but rationed and often went hungry.
The plan was to settle in a northern town of medium size without city walls, and a place where Peteand John could open a blacksmithing shop. They had enough money to buy a small place and the materil to start the business.
They traveled for days, rarely seeing any people, although there was an abundance of life. On the frth day, as they were walking the mules, they decided to stop and rest beside a brook and let the aials drink and eat the water and grass. Sitting down they made themselves comfortable and watched te ules drink in the icy cool stream.
Far off, several miles down the road, John saw several people walking their steeds coming closer. Hgazed at them and saw them approach, little by little for the better part of an hour.
As they finally came close enough to recognize a man tapped another and subtly, with a sweep of hisupils, directed the other's attention toward us. At the time John didn't think this peculiar, but cninued eyeing the strange looking travelers. They wore long swords at their hips, with had underlyig etallic protection, only visible to the trained eye. This was strange, and John quickly went for is ow and quiver.
"I wouldn't do that." Said the man in front, and instantly a fourth man came from the opposite sidef the horses with a bow aimed to kill.
"Drop that lad, 'tis ours now!"
"Stop, may God strike you with compassion. For all we have been through!"
"Nay, not today I reckon. We be taking all your things now." All had bows raised and aimed, along wh bowstrings half cocked.
"What manner of treachery is this, to rob a star-crossed family as us."
"Sorry, sir, but we are in the same boat, but we be the one's taken all we can! Now slowly hand us at there pouch on your hip and we will spare the rest."
Slowly Peter withdrew the fat pouch, filled with silver coins. One of the robbers reached to take i slowly.. slowly.. Now! Peter grabbed the man's sword from his sheath and shoved it further and furhr in the man's gut, while John and the family dove for cover. John grabbed his bow to cover his dd,and unleashed an arrow at the nearest archer. Firing it glanced off his thigh, crippling but not toping the man's quiver.
He unleashed a counter-attack, which collided heavily with the tree covering John, it penetrated a nd's breath into the solid bark. John rose to his feet, to see a man on top of his father drubbing i face and belly. loosing another arrow, which soared wide of the target, he drew his sword and rusedto Peter's aid. The man had scarcely time to see the quiet boy, as arrows and shouts were put forh t warn the man. But neither arrows nor shouts reached him before the daughnting blade of young Jon. I pierced the traps, penetrated the collarbone and pressed on toward the heart, and with a finalsurgecame to rest in the middle of the heart, which promptly stopped, ending the life of the large an. Peer stayed down, not rising, while John quickly with all his strength hefted him on his shouldrs to anearby tree for cover. The two remaining robbers, let fly, but neither hit the target, each lying wie and away. Seeing that the odds were still on their side, they advanced like cats, quicklyand noiseessly. They were trained, the other two were just big thugs, these two were trained thugs,ten times orse.
As they leap frogged closer, covering each other as they did, John tried to awaken his father, to navail. As the two got closer, John got up and raced to another tree, and an arrow answer a little tolate. John jumped to the other side of the tree and launched a quick snap shot, which wasn't bad cnsdering the circumstances. It landed with a thud in front of the two, quivering with vibrations. Te to paid no attention but continued to advance.
One stood up and aimed at John, who was bolting to another tree. He momentarily heard something andooked away. He froze dead in his tracks. A mounted calvary was approaching at the gallop. He screamdto the other and as they were moving away, the object that so scared the robbers still unknown to oh, he reached back and flung an arrow at the nearest man. The arrow did not stop until it came to est head protruding from the chest of the fleeing man. With an escaping of air, he fell to the groud ded. The other mounted a steed and quickly took flight, not without another arrow from John, whic, unfrtunately, flew behind the moving robber.
As the calvary arrived, they split, the rear half staying with the family, and the front half in hopursuit of the escapee. They quickly came and looked at Peter, who was bleeding profusely. Then therason became clear: a stab wound to the upper chest. John gasped at the deep scarlet cut, and almos cied.
"You did well, son, in defending your family. I should think that your father will be all right soo He shouldn't die, because the medic has got the bleeding stopped and he should awaken soon, but inn little pain, he will be suffering greatly in the next few days."
"I guess that's good, being that the welfare of this family depends on him. You see, he is one of t best blacksmiths in this region, and has been so for twenty years. His father taught him and he exonded on his father's expertise."
"Well, we will escort you and your family to the next town, about two day's journey. What sort of amals are you traveling on?"
"They are slow and not used to fast travel, mainly used for transport and heavy labor, although theare extremely strong. They are work mules, young and full of energy."
"Well then, make that three days! But that shouldn't bother the men any, we have been traveling at grueling pace, both to the men and the steeds for over a week now, thy will appreciate the rest."
"Thank you for your hospitality, sir."
"Your welcome is my pleasure young lad," said the old colonel.
"Sir, that villain we chased got away, and also sent two of the best archers we have to the abyss.""That routy, no-good loser. Why? Who were the two young lads?"
"Robert and James."
"That bastard will pay, you get a look at him?"
"Sir, that we did, and he is none other than the notorious Richard of Pepe."
"That snubbed robber is good as dead, ain't they been chasing after that dung heap for two years no son?"
"No, I believe it to be more in two and a half, sir."
"Same thing wise-crack."
"Oh, sorry sir, but tomorrow there will be a funeral burial for the fallen brethren."
"And all will attend, especially since James was a good friend."
That night they camped by an old rock formation protruding from a large cliff. It offered good shelr and protection, seemingly because the further they traveled North the cooler the temperatures dipe. Yes, the North was a very strange and exciting place for the family of Peter and young John. Butfo the soldiers, it was home. They circulated a large loop and circumscribed it once every month. Tey ad a schedule and if they got behind, they would try and make up the lost time by running their orse at three quarter speed for half the day, then take a nap, then remount and continue the race util te dark of night. In this manner the riders changed mounts quite frequently, wearing them out firly fst.
It was just this time they were behind schedule, and seeing the slow mules, they decided to rebanda the poor man and give the family some rations and then play catch up for several more days. Much t he chagrin of Peter, they watched the plumed party gallop off in the diastase, racing their circui s they could just do it again. It made little sense to Peter, but to the soldiers, it was life. An thy did stop a surprising number of "hostile situations," but no one recognized it. Watching the mn galop off, and the dust they left trailing behind their wondrous facade, it could be seen collidig wit the clouds together in the thermals.
Grateful for their interference, the family moved on, pushing Northward to the great heights. That ternoon they started a slow climb all the way to the top of the mountains. It was take a week and oe twelve thousand feet of elevation, and it would really test the strength of both man and beast alke
All that day they started the uphill climb. They still walked the animals up, not wanting to tire tm with unneeded stress. About the first four hours up the road, they met an old man sitting on the ie. They stopped and tied off the mules, which promptly began eating any vegetation they could reac.
"What do you want? Please do me no harm, sir."
"We have no cruel intentions," answered the wise Peter.
"Good, good, bless your soul. There is a bunch of vigilantes running amuck. And I have been a subje of torment for these young men. Come and sit down, let us talk for awhile."
"Certainly, sir, we were entertaining thoughts of rest. And, this being a perfect place to recline,e will stay."
"Make easy your pace up this slope, because over it there is never a worse stretch of road on the fe of the world. It ascends ten thousand feet in about the same length. Many a horse has died on tha tretch. Horrible, but if you must pass, well, then do I as soon as possible. Ride your beasts the es of the way to that ridge there and then dismount and walk the rest. Another good two days journe tothe pass up yonder behind that hill." Motioning with his cane, he pointed in the direction of th hiden pass.
"Those ridges are the most ominous thing my eyes have ever beheld."
"Not to me, young sir, this is the place of enchantment. I have lived here my whole life and have ner been off 'em. I will die here soon, and I can say I have definitely taken my share of the deer adelk that live in this region. Mighty plentiful, although there are still quite a few travelers, noe ettle and the animal population is astounding and awe inspiring. The nettin' is good also. Great ishspawn in these rivers, and very good tasting."
"Sounds to me you want us to settle in these desolate parts."
"I reckon I do. I want some nice, hard workin' folk to come and start populating the area. And tendt like I have, living off the land. Seems there ain't no one else that cares much for the country ayore."
"I have no thoughts of settling here. What place is this to raise a family? I need work, and I am skilled blacksmith, not an expert woodsman. Although this forest is the prettiest and most rugged pae I have ever been, and I think innovates a will in every man to hack it out by himself, I cannot hik just for myself, like I once did. I have a family to think about, and that means more than the orl to me."
The conversation went on with the old man for another hour, then after they had finished, they all sted for another half hour before mounting the mules and carrying on just as the man advised. A tow ay in reach of that night, and they had a mind of sleeping in an Inn instead of on hard bedrolls teyhad hurriedly packed on the way out of the city.
So at a trot, they continued up the slope, each wondering about the fascinating climb that lay justver that distant ridge. The wind started to pick up, and the further they climbed the colder and moeswift the breeze flowed.
Late that afternoon, the party reached the ridge and beheld a magnificent view. They saw for miles all directions, and could even look and see the city from whence they came. Looking out North, the aw the future, and South they saw the past. Concentrating on the future, they scanned the horizon ndcould see no human establishment. The forest extended as far as the eye could see. This especiall exited the male content of the group, but the female could only put her hope in the future.
Time calling, they had to keep moving to make the Inn before midnight. They mounted the mules, who re doing surprisingly well and pushed to go faster, as if they too felt the pull of the great Northr realm.
Onward and upward the family traveled, up the steep embankment. Peter guessed that they were at twohousand feet, and had about another ten to go, although the pass was still hidden from view by bothcoud and mountain.
An hour passed and the sun was quickly descending below the horizon, casting a pretty pink on the ldscape. The lush forest was full of life, the crickets chirped, the birds sang their goodnights, an nimals of all breeds added their music to the great orchestra of song. The road grew steeper still ad the climbing became laborious. In the fading light they could see the ridge climbing desperatel toard the sky, seemingly longing for the chance to unite with God himself.
Finally they were cast into darkness, but the moon provided some light for the weary travelers. Pusng forward, instincts on the alert for any unusual sound, they continued on edge, not trusting the iht and it's surprises.
Finally an hour before midnight, they arrived around a corner and saw the small town named Brun. The were no lights on in the town, and when the family saw the Inn they peered into the darkness. A lre sign on the outside declared "No Vacancy." Disappointed, they turned around, found a small meado ad made themselves as comfortable as possible.
The sun rose with a glisten only seen in the high country. Large and warm, it brought life back to e people of Brun. As John woke and saw the people start to get out of their houses, he decided thislttle town would be a nice place to settle down in. He looked around and caught a glimpse of a far-ffpeak, glistening in the sun. He rose and walked slightly further and couldn't believe his eyes. I tok several moments to realize what he was looking at: the mountain pass.
He ran and grabbed Peter, who was still asleep from the long journey. Rubbing his eyes, he followedhe lead of his son until he saw the most magnificent sight he had ever seen in his life. Peter calldReberta and the youngster to his side and for several minutes they just stood and peered at the siht
Two peaks, the largest of the mountains, stood among others almost as tall. They towered ten thousa feet above them, but scarcely fifteen miles away. That meant for a grueling struggle with mother ntre. The spindly peaks rose like pillars from the earth, and the small road could be seen snaking u te sheer face. The morning was crystal clear, which meant they could see anything for miles around A uge valley came from the right, extending to the foot of the mountains.
"Yes, it's very clear. Doesn't happen that often, usually clouded over. That will change, although is great traveling weather. Hi, my name is Jake."
"Pleased to meet you, sir. How is the road from here to the top?"
"Mighty dumb question? What's it look like? From here it climbs the most murderous stretch of hill the face of the known world. It takes about two and a half days with good horses to reach the pass n good weather. On those pack-animals you got there at the least four days, weather permitting. Alo ard on the animals, I lost me several good steeds on that there road, although yours look young ad halthy, mighty strong those mules are. You should make it in four. Providing you ride them and no wal 'em."
"With all of us," Peter replied, "we will ride some, but walk mostly."
"Well, your rations and supplies look slim, you might want to buy some things at the general store er yonder." With that the heavy-set man pointed to the store and walked away.
"Strange old man. Reberta, I agree. We need some more supplies and there is a store over there. Plee get the gear packed and John and I will pick up what we need." With that they grabbed their sword,slung them on their waists and walked the short distance to the store.
Picking up some needed supplies, the family was soon on it's way. The first half hour of the ride w slightly steep.
"Well, hopefully it's like this the rest of the way. This isn't bad, at least we can stay on the anals, and not wear them out too fast."
"I don't think so Pop, look ahead." And John pointed in the distance.
Peter, looking in the direction his son pointed, saw what he was talking about.
The only utterance heard was an emphatic, "Wow!"
It was like this: the part they were on now was barely passable. But several hundred yards further went up at the steepest climb possible. It went from a twenty to a forty degree angle very abruptl.At that distance it looked like a wall rising out of the ground. All they could watch was this mas o earth rising out of the road. It was impassable, at least for that moment and time. It took seveal ore minutes and painful thoughts before they reached the "wall," or so they called it.
Stopping at the beginning they rested and talked, and this in effect was their conversation: "Well,ad, isn't there any other passages North?"
"Not at all. This is why the North is so uninhabited. It would take much effort getting one's self ross, let alone one's possessions. My goodness. Let's pray and ask for the Lord Almighty's protectinand fast journey through this trial."
All hats were removed and out of respect for the Creator heads bowed. Peter prayed aloud, "Lord, he our prayer. Protect and guide us. Show us the way. And never leave us nor forsake us. Help us to ra benefits from this obstacle, and whatever adventures await, help us learn all we need to better eui us for the future, Amen." "Amen." They all repeated.
Looking up at the slope again, the replaced their already sweaty hats on their heads and set off uphe slope. From the very first step, they felt the pain of muscle exertion. Not wishing the mules tocrry extra weight, they all dismounted and started up the hill.
The first hour they climbed seven hundred feet, resting often. Toward the middle of the next hour, ey heard a noise behind them, and saw three horses coming up the hill. They were the strongest horssany of them had ever seen, which put them in the category of the great Arabian race. The muscles puned with each step. The mass of strength moving them onward at the greatest of speeds. They were mkin more than a trot up the slope, more of a cantor. The riders were equally built, professionals a theart of maintaining their beasts. Instinctively John and Peter put their hands on their swords, nd cae into easy reach of their great-bows. The horsemen promptly stopped with them, dismounted andwalkedwith them.
"No need for those." The stranger pointed toward the sword, seeing Peter take hold of the hilt.
"We are friendly and wish no quarrel, as some do in these parts. Although we carry our tools for prection in case of fight."
"Well, it looks like you could hold your own, sir, being that you are young and very powerfully bui."
"Thank you, I shall take that as a compliment. You don't look so bad yourself." He was right, from ars of hammering the heavy iron, Peter had arms like trunks, and John helped his father, but being ong, and not fully developed, didn't have the strength his father had.
"Those are the prettiest beasts I have ever seen in my life. They power up these parts like nothing
"Yes, but they were breed to have superior strength. And they were breed by myself, Thomas, and my others, Michael and Paul." In turn they motioned to signify their identities.
"Well, I'm Peter, and this here's my son, John, and wife Reberta. That little one is Timothy, but wcall him Timmy. Pleased to meet such fine gentlemen, as we have not come upon any for many a day."
At that they all laughed thunderously, but none as much as Thomas. He truly was a good man, and hado evil intentions, which Peter sensed and felt very at ease in his company.
They walked along for awhile, before Peter asked, "How far have you gentlemen come today?"
"Us, oh, about the beginning of the foothills. You see, we rose very early this morning, and our stds are extremely fast up this terrain. We live at the very top of the world, on Glacier peak." Withtat he motioned up at the highest summit.
"What a place to live. It is covered with snow. Even the pass has some on it. You live in perpetualoldness all year?"
"Certainly not! We go up there and live as sort of recreation. Only very often. We live up there abt two days out of the week. The rest we live in a smaller establishment in Albany, the world's highs elevation town. There we eat drink, and be merry." Another thunderous laugh by the brothers at whchPeter and the family had no clue as to the meaning behind the joke.
After another half an hour the gentlemen bade good bye and hoped they would see them at Albany in seral day's time. With that, they mounted their mighty horses and continued cantering up the slope. hy moved so fast that Peter was sure they would make Albany in the next day.
Looking up the slope, he saw the pass, way up there, as if it stood like an ominous statue of MotheNature's strength. Walking very slowly, leading the mules by the reign, they made headway, althoughsall. The road was so steep that after several scores of yards one not used to the slope, like Pete'sfamily was, had to stop and rest, before forging on.
Many an hour passed and small ground was gained. They were at an overall elevation of about four thsand feet when they stopped, dead tired and sore to the bone, for a good night's sleep. The mules wr doing fine, and although showing signs of hunger and thirst. They were in no real physical ailmen.
Peter was enjoying the solitude with just his family, no other travelers had passed except for Thom and his merry brothers. The scenery was gorgeous, large granite rocks protruded everywhere, the pie were large and green, but growing more spindly the higher they climbed and the life was fantastic Brds sang, chipmunks chirped, and many animals added to the general serenity of the forest.
"Don't you wish we had wings, so we wouldn't have to labor so profusely just to get up this road?"
"Yes, maybe, but flying in some circumstances, take, for instance a storm, I would rather have my ft planted in the ground, instead of wings," the witty son John said.
"Maybe true, look they're coming for the last confrontation."
They all died in the attempt to free themselves from vicious rule.
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