Chapter 3A Chapter by Mariah JaneCeleste made her way through the
woods, slipping and sliding through the underbrush until she heard horses
pawing at the ground and merry laughter ringing from somewhere close by. She
moved quietly, smelling the air and guarding herself as she approached a road
and saw a gypsy party gaily making camp. It was early evening and a large fire
blazed brightly in the middle of the camp. A large boar roasted over it and
several of the gypsies were playing instruments while another sang. They were
such a merry people to be with, so long as they liked you- else wise they were
a feared and mysterious band that was known for their slave trade and magical
practices. Celeste’s
stomach growled as she smelt the roasting boar. She was very hungry and missed
the pleasantries of people. Her brain began to work very quickly as she stepped
silently out of the brush, her hood pulled tight around her fair face. Her bare
feet made no sound as she gingerly entered into the camp. Many
of the gypsies stopped what they were doing and stood up and several of them
brandished weapons. They watched the hooded, dark figure of Celeste walk into
the center of the camp. One of the men stepped forward, his sword pointed at
her. “Who are you and what is it you want from us?” Celeste raised her head and
pulled off her hood. She looked small and frail compared to the burly gypsy
before her. Her blue eyes looked intently at him and she did not speak as the
surprise set in to all that watched. The gypsy man stepped closer to her, but
his face showed his puzzlement. “Well? Speak, child…” Celeste took a deep
breath. “I am tired and hungry. I came only seeking food and shelter.” The
burly man began to laugh, his brown face lifted up to the sky and his great
form heaving from the force of his laughter; many others joined in. “And I
suspect you think that we shall just give these things to you with no desire of
payment?” Celeste’s face remained serious and she spoke smoothly. “No. I offer
myself as payment. I have heard of the gypsies in these parts; a hard crew, but
a merry and worthy one. The clan of Blandeir, is it not? I do not ask for
something in which I cannot pay. Will you take me instead? I have nothing else
that I may give.” The silence was nearly stifling as Celeste finished speaking.
The burly gypsy looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. “Aye, you are
indeed correct. This is my clan. I am Blandeir, son of the first. What you
speak is of great wonder to us, for very few would choose the life of a slave.”
Celeste said nothing and Blandeir sighed. “Come and eat, we will discuss
payment after you have finished.” © 2011 Mariah JaneAuthor's Note
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Added on June 1, 2011 Last Updated on June 1, 2011 AuthorMariah JanePlainview, TXAboutI am a wife, mother, college student and Barista. (I make espresso drinks and stuff). I'm only 23. I write for fun... I enjoy creating worlds and I have tons of great ideas. I am a musician... so I wr.. more..Writing
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