Chapter 50 Part 1
Kol’s dream had been right. It took two years for this journey to happen. Two years of climbing rocks. Blood, sweat and silent tears. And more prayers than either Kessa and Frego had prayed in a life time.
As much as it killed their soul, they had to abandon the horses not half way into the trip. When the horses found their way back to Mecca, Max had to scrape Kol out of his prayer closet. The kingdom had to have its king.
Rajaf kept himself busy working on finding out all he could about the remains.
The threat of war did come. Just as God had shown Kol. Brum was at his gate. The talking was finished. The Shadow People would not wait any longer for Kessa and whatever lies she had to tell. Kol and his army was lined up at the walls of Mecca. Max by his side. Brum and his army had their backs to the open desert.
“Please God please,” Kol whispered as his horse fidgeted under him. Brum motioned for the trumpet call. The first battle cry. Archers pulled their bows as arrows were poised at the ready.
It was faint but Kol thought he heard singing. Brum looked at him in disbelieve. Someone shouted, “Meccian trick.” With each second, the singing got louder. A man’s head could be seen in the distance. Kol’s heart leapt, it was Frego. A wagon came into view being pulled by a man. Frego was walking beside this man.
Luke 15:20 Kol jumped from his horse, stripped off his armor and ran to Frego. When Frego realized what was happening, he ran to meet his father. Two members of the Bejhar that hadn’t gone on the journey, made sure the wagon puller kept on moving.
Frego and Kol were grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe you left the front line to come to me.” Frego was truly amazed.
“You are my son, why would I not?”
They stood there embracing as the wagon caught up with them. Frego took a moment to let Kol know Kessa was good.
There was singing. Lot’s of little voices singing. They walked arm in arm beside the wagon.
“He’s your son?” A small voice cut through the singing pulling Kol’s attention to the fact that there were children in the wagon.
“Frego,” he stammered. His son just smiled. After a moment Kol answered the little girl. “Yes, he is my son.”
A little boy asked, “why would you send your son to save a bunch of people you didn’t know?”
The man pulling the wagon shouted, “fool!”
“Pull!” Frego shouted.
A little boy and a little girl had their faces almost pushed through the bars of the wagon. “God told me to send my wife to find you. It was my idea to ask my son to go along as well.”
“Kessa has been telling us stories of your God.”
The wagon stopped with a jolt as the man pulling the wagon fell to his knees. The singing stopped.
“I know this man.” Brum slid off his horse. The archers lowered their bows.
One of the Bejhar opened the wagon and children came spilling out. All of them looked to be under the age of 12. Many of the Shadow warriors ran to their children.
Frego spoke to Brum, “good King Brum, Lady Kessa is down by the river with two of the children; a boy and a girl. They wanted to wait.”
Brum asked, “wait for what?”
“That I don’t know. The children spoke with her and she seemed very sympathetic to what they told her. Luke,” Frego pointed to the Bejhar that opened the wagon, “is to go get them.”
Kol motioned for Luke to join them, “When are you to go get Kessa and the other two children?”
“She didn’t give me a set time.”
The man that was pulling the wagon spoke. Still on his knees. Still bound to the wagon. “You fools.” He spat on the ground. “Those two bastards have no parents. They didn’t want to get hurt,” he pouted as he talked, “by all the love shown to the other children.”
“What happened to their parents?” Brum asked.
He licked his teeth with his tongue. “We had to eat something. And I’m not a very good hunter.” The laugh that escaped from him made Kol’s blood run cold. Was he telling the truth?
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