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Chapter 4
The cool breezes that had kept slipping through Devany's window had, in the end, helped her drift into a deep, amicable sleep. This had not been part of her plan. She awoke just before day break, and silently cursed herself for her stupidity. She knew her plan was entirely off now, the knights would be out in the courtyard, and she would be unable to leave and get far enough away before they realised the situation. Devany stood up and stretched, she had to admit though, she had never slept quite like that before, it was a refreshing, rejuvenating sleep. She crossed the room to the window, it was still fairly dark outside, and perhaps she still had a chance to fix the mess she had made of her pristine plan.
Devany walked over to her bag that she had dropped at the end of the bed and quickly searched through it. Out of it she drew a forest green tunic and a pair of black fitted trousers. She quickly dressed and attached to her belt two Katar's. Devany quickly tied up her long, curly, dark hair as she walked out towards the courtyard. She looked out quietly, there were no knights, and this caused her great discomfort. All she was able to see were a few Roman stationeries, who seemed to have passed out. Devany took advantage of the situation and headed quietly towards the stable. She moved swiftly and effortlessly as she prepared her horse to ride.
A few moments later, she rode the horse out of the gates, which had proven the hardest part of her escape, yet she was quite satisfied knowing no one had heard. She rode quickly along the wall until she reached the forest that hid her village. Her horse froze, and Devany stared terror stricken into the forest. She could see smoke billowing up into the early morning sky and she could hear the screams of women and children and the clashing of swords and the cries of dying men. She was too late, the Saxons were already there. Devany gave her horse a firm kick in the side and rode it full speed towards the village. When she got to the village she dismounted and turned to view fiery tableau. The Saxons had already secured the village, and were finishing off the few villagers who had attempted to protect it.
She turned to run, but in vain. She had already been spotted, by an oddly large, hairy Saxon, who had scooped her up almost instantly. She kicked viciously and struggled to get away, but it was no use, he was too big and far too strong. The more she struggled the tighter he held on to her, until she finally gave up. He threw her to the ground at the feet of Cerdic, who was flocked by Cynric and Raewald. Devany didn't look up, she couldn't, she knew what she would see and she couldn't bear it. She prayed to God that he would kill her right then and there, she knew it was the best she could hope for. Then he spoke, his voice was blood curdling, it was the voice that had haunted her dreams since she was a child. "Well I'll be damned." His voice was deep and husky. "Kabira…" she flinched, he remembered.
She slowly lifted her heard and her eyes met his "My lord" she bowed her head before beginning to get to her feet. For some odd reason, she felt relieved. She remembered when she had stayed with him when she was little. In fact those were the only memories she had at that age. She could scarcely remember what her parents looked like, or even what they were like, but she could remember when he had spared her.
"I never thought I would see the day, when I saw you again." He said impassively. Cynric stepped towards her as well, he smirked, and Devany's blood ran cold.