Chapter 6 Sara.
Sara speaks modern English. All other characters speak in Westron.
As she floated in the darkness of her own unconscious Sara wondered when she was going to die or if she already was. If this was death it was…
Before she could think what it was like she heard a great cheer. She opened her eyes to see that she was not dead but she was lying on sheets in a cart. The men who had been chasing her were all sitting in a circle round a fire a little way off. There were about twenty of them, eating and laughing. They were all talking and then one of them stood up and said some thing to the others. It must have been a joke or something similar because they all laughed. She tried to understand what they were saying but she couldn't. Whatever language these people spoke it wasn't the language she must have spoken before.
As she looked around she saw that one of them had seen she was awake. He came over to wards her. He was dressed the same as the others but the others looked at him it was clear that he was highly respected by them, probably a leader. He was tall and still relatively young in the firelight but his hair was streaked with grey and as he came nearer she saw that his face was beginning to show his age with wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes and mouth and a long scar running along his right cheek.
As he came towards her he spoke to her in words that were meant to be comforting, she could tell from the tone of voice he used, but she couldn't understand a word. Puzzled she asked, "what are you saying?" The man looked at her equally puzzled. He said something else in a different language but she just shuck her head, shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands in a gesture of not understanding. The man smiled and spoke another language; again she didn't understand and shuck her head. Then she had an idea. She sat up, smiled and pointing to herself she said "Sara". The man smiled and pointing to himself he said "Mablung". He pointed to her clothes, then to a parcel of clothes lying on the ground and finally to the bushes nearby saying something she didn't understand. She understood the gestures though but when she tried to move her leg hurt her so much that she couldn't move. Mablung saw and motioning to the othershitched a horse to the cart shewas in. The horse dragged the cart into the bushes where she somehow managed to change herself. She was grateful for the clothes as even in the heat from the fire she was cold in her rags.
After she had changed she called out and two of the men came over to her.They brought her back to the firesidewhere the others were talking. One of the younger men handed her a bowl of food. She sniffed it and then she began to eat it. When she had finished she was feeling very full and very tired. As she lay down she realised that even though she had even less idea about what was going on around her than she ever could remember she had also never felt safer. Her leg was broken and she couldn't really walk on it but she didn't want to. She had just eaten more food than the monsters had ever given her and still the men were eating more. Maybe being captured by these men wasn't so bad. No, not captured, but not rescued either, meeting, enemies captured, heroes rescued, friends met, and even though she didn't understand them and they couldn't understand her, she knew they were friends.
AN I don't know how much you can fix a broken leg in the field soI left it as is. SimilarlyI don't know how much you can walk soI figured I'd make it as bad asI could. pleasereview.Be aware i have no idea where this is going soyou are reading this asI type it butI write faster ifI get lots of reviews. yes I am very desperate.