Chapter 7: Part II

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Esma took off running back up the beach towards the camp, she had to find Ragda and tell him of what she saw. She couldn't seem to close the distance between her and the camp fast enough, as she pushed her body forward and struggled with the loose ground underneath her causing her boots to slip in the sand. She could see Ragda's tent as she scrambled through the bodies and other make shift beds and tents throughout the beach. She pulled open the tents flaps, dashing inside. Ragda had not returned to his tent in the night, she figured he had to be one of the many bodies passed out on the shore. She turned around and again began to frantically look through faces and people lying all around, fire pits that had burned out in the night had left the air smoky, along with the fog that had gathered from the morning moisture. She could barely see in front of her as she scurried to find Earl Ragda.

"Esma?" Gunnar lifted his head, he was lying near a fire pit, he had passed out early in the night, his giant horn still in his hand. "What is wrong?"

"Gunnar!" She raced towards him, skidding on her knees in front of him, kicking up sand and dirt all over his chest as she tried to help him get up.

"What's happened now?" James had passed out face down on the other side of the pit, sand stuck to his groggy face.

"Aiya's been taken!" Esma said, panicked. "I must find Ragda, where is he?"

"Taken?"

"By who?" James asked.

"I couldn't understand what they were saying, all I could make out was York and Hemming," She helped Gunnar to his feet as James ran to her side, grabbing her arm and turning her towards him.

"Did you say Hemming?" He looked shocked.

"I think so, what does it mean?" She asked.

"Come on, I'll help you find Ragda," Gunnar took Esma's hand and lead her away in search of the young Earl.

James stood still, looking around at the sleeping camp before grabbing his sword and strapping it to his waist. He had to get to Aiya before she reached Castle Hemming, if he didn't, he would never get her out of that place.

Finding his horse, he mounted and headed in the direction of York. He had hoped he would never have to return to that place.



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