The Insurgency

Chapter 6

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Delilah walked homeward from the farm, observing the autumnal beauty around her. It had been a week since she was released from the prison. Her father had been more than furious when she returned home after two days. And still was, for he did not talk to her like he used to. His mannerism showed how greatly disappointed he was in her for not listening to him.

This pained Delilah immensely, (along with her back, which throbbed out of pain time to time) yet she was adamant not to think that stepping up for Mr Morkel was wrong. She was sure that what she did was more than right.

A group of men standing not so far away near a farm caught her attention.

Huddled together, they talked in hushed voices. But what made Delilah suspicious were the axes and shovels they held in their hands. Though, her suspicion lessened as she mused that these must be farmers.

Looking away from them, she carried on walking towards her home. However, a voice from behind her made her halt.

"Hey, listen!"

She stopped and turned around, only to be greeted by the sight of one of the men from the group walking towards her.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Lass, you know the way to the castle?"

Delilah was taken aback by the question. From what she had heard, King Adeben rarely entertained his citizen's problems; they were generally handled by the magistrates and other Royal officials.

"Castle? I-why would you want to go there?"

"That's none of your business. Just tell us the way." the man grumbled.

"Uh-okay. I-I do not know the way to castle-"

"You don't?" the man asked frustrated, making Delilah shrink in fear as he clutched his axe tightly in his hand, "Then why did you not tell this before? Moron, wasting our time."

He turned around and walked away, leaving Delilah dazed. She frowned but chose to say nothing. She resumed walking and was soon back to her home.

Days passed by like this. Delilah and Gabriel kept on working their hardest to make sure the yield is the best. It was more than necessary for the farm to yield its best for the dry fruits in stock were dissipating.

Delilah wiped her face with a towel as beads of sweat rolled down from her forehead. Sun shined brightly in the sky. She cursed the Sun for rendering the day so scorchingly hot, then apologized profusely for the blasphemy.

"You want water, Deli?" she heard Timothy ask.

"No, no. You sit there and rest." she guided him back to the building which they, along with other vendors, used as a storeroom.

"Deli, pass a packet of almonds, will you?" she heard Gabriel ask her.

Picking up a brown packet, she passed it to him. The stall was buzzing with customers, as usual, still, the money they earned was not enough; blame the exaggerated rent charged by the landlord.

"I need an extra pair of hands here, girl," Gabriel stated.

"Yes, papa."

She quickly walked towards the front and started dealing with customers.

"For a little lower class lass, you are quite brave."

She looked up, her eyes widening when she saw the same soldier who had dragged her to the magistrate.