In the Cinnamon Oasis a great distance from Alexi
and Brandon, a concerned conversation took place. “Well you can’t expect them
to cross the Meshullam Desert without bread, water and rest,” Kezia, the keeper
of the Cinnamon Oasis, said. “And yes, the heat could kill them, but I know you,
My King, you have appointed Silver Wing to watch over them.”
“It will take them seven days before Imri can fly
them to you,” The King said. “There can be no other way!”
“It will be hard on them,” Kezia replied. “Today Odious
Gresham, that filthy desert rat and his hideous body guard, Ordo, will be after
them. I hope the two young people have the good sense to keep out of their way,
or they will be chopped into pieces. Then we’ll have our work cut out for us.”
“We shall see, we shall see,” The King said softly.
Everyone in Kezia’s oasis called him My King, the Son of IAM.
“Thy will be done, My King,” Kezia bowed.
“Oh my aching back,” Alexi said, as she sat up and
stretched. “Did you sleep well, Brandon?”
“I think we were drugged, by God, and I’m furious
that we did not get up and leave here after dark.”
Suddenly, Silver Wing appeared a second time, still surrounded
by a dazzling light of rainbow colors. “You mentioned My King again? And, indeed,
you are correct about the drug,” he spoke in an awesome voice, loud and deep. “It
was meant to be. You cannot cross the desert without rest. You have far to go
and it will take days.”
Silver Wing reached into his robe and pulled from it
two smooth boards painted in shinning gold, ruby and sapphire colors, each with
leather straps on the sides. “You will find these worthwhile during your journey.”
Before they could ask what the elaborate boards were for, Silver Wing vanished.
Brandon held his hand to his forehead to shield his
eyes from the burning sun. “Who on earth is that man? He could have given us
just a little more information, such as what journey he is referring to, and
what direction we should go.”
“Maybe we should head north like you said yesterday.”
Alexi said, as she tried to smooth her tangled hair with her fingers. “I wish I
had my purse,” she moaned.
“Is that all you can think of at a time like this,”
Brandon snapped. “Women! You can worry about the stupidest things in a time of
crisis. However, you might be right about going north, though perhaps it makes
no difference. And these lovely boards,” Brandon said sarcastically. “What good
are they? We can’t eat or drink them.”
“I suppose it does no good to grumble,” Alexi commented.
“It will only sap our strength, and I dare say we will need that almost as soon
as we take our first step away from these pitiful bushes, which I see are beginning
to dry up.”
“Such wisdom, Alexi, sometimes you surprise me.” Brandon
laughed.
“Now who’s being sarcastic? I’m dying for something
to eat, but a bite of bread and a sip of water will have to do.”
“Right again,” Brandon said, handing her a fistful of
the bread. “Eat that and have a cap full of this water. Then we need to move
on.”
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