[Dean's World] J.A. Eddy: *Methuselah's Daughter*, Part 4 Chapter 27

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*Methuselah's Daughter*, Part 4 Chapter 27
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                                 Chapter 27

   Circa 130 BCE

   The forest enveloped me as I ran in long, loping strides while
   watching my footing along the game trail. Branches tore at me
   unnoticed as the seething anger in my breast drove me forward,
   expending my fury in the physical exertion of separating myself from
   the Roman camp. Following the game trail let me make good time, but it
   also rendered me somewhat easier to follow⦠except I knew Rufus would
   not pursue me. I slowed once I felt the mad rush of anger waningâwhy
   run when none followed? I was near my altar clearing and I set myself
   to pass to the northwest. It was unlikely anyone was there, but I had
   no desire for a confrontation. I needed to reach one of my camps and
   collect myself.

   The first site I approached had been looted, doubtless by Rufus and
   his hunting party. I struck out to the east from there, away from the
   river valley, only to find yet another of my regular haunts thoroughly
   tossed. From there I traveled north, walking into the early evening
   until I came to the cave I sought. This was unmolested, but I spent
   another hour circling carefully, ensuring there was no sign any person
   had approached it.

   It was sparsely provisionedâjust clothing and blankets and tools. I
   was famished, but still too agitated to set about hunting. Instead I
   eased my hunger with berries and great draughts of water from a nearby
   spring. I built a fire and set about fletching arrows for my bow as
   darkness descended on the forest, the fine fingerwork easing my mind
   and returning focus to the world.

   Liar.

   It was but a whisper in the rustling leaves, but it set my heart to
   leaping and I struggled to contain myself, closing my eyes and
   listening, my thoughts floating free on the shifting breeze caressing
   the forest.

   Liar!

   âLoghaz,â I whispered, a smile on my lips, âI have missed even youâ¦â

   I have no name your lips are worthy to speak. But I know your
   nameâliar and whore!

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