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A whole week passed with Shireen quietly staying in the upper room. Caladria had told her about her telepathy, and throughout the day held a loose connection with her which enabled the two to talk quite a bit. Farron appeared oblivious to the whole thing, even bringing Caladria back into his good graces again, but he remained ever-so-slightly skittish of anyone who came to the door. Caladria became satisfied with Shireen's knowledge of the common language, even if she did have an extremely heavy accent. When Shireen went back to her home, Caladria didn't want her to accidentally reveal that she could speak flawlessly in it, and thus arouse quite a bit of suspicion.

When she went back, that is. Caladria began worrying about that problem almost constantly. Akil had not given up his search, keeping a rather keen eye on everyone in the whole village. Caladria asked Shireen why, since it was obvious that there was no love lost between the two. Shireen sighed, and looked up at Caladria.

"Disgrace. He can not keep his own women under control, the others frown on him. He search until he find me, and then he show that he can keep his women under control." Shireen looked rather afraid at this. Caladria looked at the floor underneath them.

"You mean that he will punish you." Shireen nodded, and Caladria sighed. What had she gotten Shireen into? Shireen was almost completely fine now; she could walk around in the small room with no problem. Also, Caladria doubted that Farron's blind eye towards the room upstairs would last forever. Already, the rather abundant meals he had been providing were beginning to shrink. Yet Shireen couldn't go back, Akil would probably treat her worse than he did before. Shireen had been right about what Akil was thinking, he would be very angry at her disappearing like that. Caladria thought for a minute. There were still some telepathic games she could play . . . she could make him think that Shireen was there when she wasn't, or something of that sort. Caladria had no idea if it would work though, she would have to keep up a very real mirage for several people quite possible for a long period of time. It had to be done soon though, almost every moment Caladria was afraid that Farron would turn them in.

"You have to go back tomorrow." Caladria said. Shireen looked almost frantic at this.

"I will protect you though, don't worry." Caladria finished.

"For now, we should rest." She spread out the mat for Shireen, who lay down on it. As she began to fall asleep, Caladria started to meditate yet again. Shireen's eyes opened, watching Caladria.

"What are you doing?" She asked. Caladria sighed; she didn't know how to respond to that.

"It's something my people do, that's all." Caladria said vaguely. Shireen seemed to accept this, but continued watching, confused.

The next morning, Caladria snuck Shireen into Akil's house. After this, she fetched the water, and saw that Farron had left for somewhere. Caladria swallowed, she hoped that she hadn't been to late in handing Shireen back. She sat down and began eating her breakfast, when Farron came in again.

"Akil's daughter is back." Farron said looking at Caladria. Caladria quietly nodded, and continued eating.

"Akil will punish her for leaving, he will stone her." Caladria's spoon dropped onto the table, making a clattering sound.

"Stone her? His own daughter?" Caladria asked, suddenly looking Farron in the eye. Farron nodded, and looked at Caladria.

"And you will not stop them." He said. Caladria stood up.

"He is planning to murder his own daughter, and you are simply going to let him? He almost killed her before, she ran away so that she might be able to survive!"

"That is not your choice to make!" Farron almost yelled at her. Caladria sat down again, her eyes tightening in anger. Farron had no way to stop her from helping Shireen, and she would manage it some way or another. It would most definitely be difficult though, Caladria only hoped not impossible. She finished eating, and put her bowl away. The door had been left open to allow some air through, and Caladria looked out it. In the center of the square, a little away from the well there was a post with a solid metal ring at the top. Caladria saw Shireen's hands tied to the ring. So that was what the post was for, executions. Caladria desperately turned to Farron, one last hope without telepathic intervention.

"Farron, you have to stop them. You hold power in the village, I know that. The other men respect you, even Akil does! If you could sway the other men to go easier on her . . . you would save her life." Farron looked angrily at Caladria.

"I already did save her." He stated. It was the first time that he had made reference to Caladria's activities, but Caladria continued.

"Please, Farron! I would do anything you very well wanted me to, I would act as the other women do, I would even try to learn to bake good bread like you want." Farron looked at her.

"Go, make the soup for today." Caladria sighed; perhaps if she could prove herself first to him he might do it. She heard Farron get up behind her and go into his room, and pace inside there for a few minutes. At least he was thinking about it. Caladria continued slicing the carrots to put in the soup. She then heard Farron stop, get something out of a drawer, and come back into the room where she was. She didn't turn around, deciding it would be better not to press him, make it his decision. Behind her, Farron quickly charged a zat nickitel. Caladria turned around, startled, and Farron shot her once with it. Her body easily handled that amount of energy, it hardly affecting her. Caladria took a quick step towards him, but Farron shot her a second time, and she passed out.