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August 16, 1745 EQ, Disputed Territory of the Erdi Desert, Epi 

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i Nursing Home
i The Yoders’ Home

i Disputed Territory


Trinel's Sword

Five-year-old Talon and his parents rode along in their carriage at the head of a caravan full of food and goods.  Talon peered out his window at the desert outside.  He could just see over the window’s ledge and it bumped his nose as the carriage made its way down the ill-used road.  He expected to see sand but didn’t.  Like most “deserts” it was just arid and void of lush vegetation.  He looked up at one of the companion guards that rode alongside him.  He wore chain mail and a leather cap brimmed with iron.  A sword was strapped to his side and his shield dangled from his horse’s saddle.

Talon sat back and looked at his mother.  She was beautiful, or at least he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world with a lovely name of Mushina.  She, like other ladies of the court wore her black hair pulled back in a bun.  She sat back gazing out the window with a distant look in her eyes.  She wore a red dress and a jade necklace of a tiger, the family insignia of the second born of the house of Rongxing.  She was not born into the house of Rongxing; she married into it. 

That was her husband’s heritage, Trinel, the Earl of the East Gate of Cannor, Talon’s father.  He sat beside Talon and wore his light dress coat and black trousers and his sword lay at his side in its scabbard.  He was reading a scroll the best he could given the bumpy ride.

Talon looked back at his mother.  “Why are we coming here, mama?”

She turned and looked at him with her dark brown eyes filled with kindness.  “I told you, love.  We’re brining these people food.”


“Because they’re hungry.  They have no food.”

“Hungry?  Why, mama?”

“There’s been a drought...” she saw the blank expression on his face.  “That means no rain for a long time.”

“Oh ... why?”

She looked at her husband and said, “He gets it from you, you know.”

He looked at her and raised one eyebrow, smiled, winked and returned to his reading.

They bumped along.  Talon stared at the hilt of his father’s sword.  It was a long blade, which he couldn’t see since it was in its scabbard, but he could see the crossbar and hilt.  The crossbar curved up towards the tip of the blade.  Leather covered the handle in a way that begged Talon play with it -- although he knew the punishment would be something close to death if he did.  

“M’lord.”  Talon turned to see that one of the companions had ridden up to his father’s window and addressed him.  “Riders approach from the southeast.”

Trinel rose from his seat and replied, “Bring us to halt captain.”

Mushina leaned forward and placed her hand on his as he exited the carriage.  “Are we there already?” 



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