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jet colored
bodies a blot against the blue sky.
    “ Look
there!” the priest screeched, “See how evil flies away in
the face of our faith!”
    Yells
of assent followed. Sweat ran off of the dwellers of the tiny and
isolated town and the priest raised his large hands once more to the
sky and began to sing a prayer in the ancient language. Silence fell.
Nobody moved, few dared to breathe. To invoke the ancient prayers was
to speak to the gods themselves. Their eyes watched the sky, scanned
the hills, looking for an omen of either good or ill to let them know
what the gods thought they should do.
    Lania
was exhausted. Her small kingdom sat by the sea and it had been
overtaken by enemies who had swarmed onto the shore in long boats,
wearing strange garments and slaughtering all that they saw. She and
three others had fled but after many weeks on the road she alone
survived. The enemy swarm had not been content to ransack just her
kingdom and had taken on the other small outlying villages as well.
It seemed everywhere she turned there was only death and destruction.
She feared that the small town she could see topping the distant rise
had been taken as well but she was too tired to go any further and
too starved to do anything more than stagger wearily toward the
place.
    She
could smell the incense and took that as a good sign. The first thing
the raiders had done was to steal all of the incense from the temples
of her kingdom. She didn’t know why, incense was not expensive
nor was it difficult to make. But they seemed incredibly excited by
it and they killed all of the priests who protested at their taking
things away from the gods.
    If
they still have incense the raiders have not come yet, or they have
tired of it. Either way I need food and rest and shelter. She tugged
her white robes, stained with grass and dirt, more tightly around
herself. Her jeweled belt and girdle denoted her status as royalty,
as did the carved dinner knife in her girdle. She held her head high,
determined to do her bloodline credit as she entered the town.
    It
was mostly silent. A frown creased her brow as she walked past houses
that sat there sullenly shuttered and silent. The shops were closed
and a dead chicken lay in the gutter. Disgust crossed her face and a
sliver of unease tightened her chest.
    She
heard voices and walked toward them, hope and fear warring within
her. She stopped short, stunned by the sight of the people of the
village all writhing and swaying to the hypnotic chants coming from
the man who stood on the raised platform.
    “ Show
us a sign!” The priest screamed.
    I
should run. The thought came before action did. She had just turned to flee when
the crowd opened and a long appreciative murmur swept through the
people there. Fear turned her feet to lead but self-preservation
forced her to try. She was no match for them; she had been left weak
from the deprivations of her long trek. Faces crowded in, hands
tugged and pulled at her clothes, her hair and the foreign language
they used buzzed in her ears like
    She
was carried to the platform and deposited rudely on the wooden
planks. Her ass hit so hard a jolt went through her spine and she
lost her breath. They crowded in again and she fought to breathe,
many of them were unbathed and their reek was nearly overpowering.
    Suddenly
the meaning of the X’s on the houses came clear. The enemy
would not have come here if they had seen those marks as they were
the universal sign of plague. She had heard of that symbol but had
never seen it before. The villagers stench made more sense to, the
smell was out of keeping with the cleanliness of the village so they
had not bathed because they feared the plague would touch them if
they did. She had heard that too, that bathing could take away the
protective oils of the skin.
    Terror
tingled down her spine. Always fastidious she had bathed in a small
streambed just that morning, enjoying the water and the crushed
violets and roses she had