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(part two- critique and enjoy)
<p style=”text-align: left;”>          A trumpet blast rent the air. She started, then searched the yard for the trumpeter. “What’s going on now?”
All the soldiers froze. The one with the whip halted mid-stroke, then flung the whip aside and kicked his victim. “March! All slaves out of the brickyard!”
“March!” Megyn gasped. “In that condition?” She clenched her teeth. “Not if I can help it!”
The courtyard exploded inaction. Soldiers grabbed slaves and hustled them out, yelling orders to them and to each other. Slaves screamed in pain or cried in fear. In this moment of chaos, the only one she had to take down was that one soldier. “With all this mayhem . . it might be time. . I’m going in.”
Leaving the gate ajar, she darted along the wall behind the pair. The soldier had the boy by his arms, forcing him to stand. None of the others weren’t paying attention, at least not enough to notice her move in.
She sucked in a deep breath and then rushed towards the soldier. As she did, she started twirling the cello bow between her fingers. Faster and faster . . .Closer and closer-Now!! She swung her other arm back, hurling a stone into his back.
Bull’s eye. He grunted in pain as he dropped his prisoner’s arms. He started to turn around–
THWACK! The cello bow smacked across his throat. Megyn’s felt tingling in her fingers as the impact reverberated the string.
“Surrender your weapon!” Megyn, sound tough, like a man, not like a 16-year-old girl with a usually soft voice. “I have you by the throat.” There, that’s better.
He stood, wheezing, choked by her assault. But he wasn’t quite conquered. Instinctively, he reached for the sheathed sword.
“Surrender it!” She hissed, pressing harder against his neck. “Or you’ll have more from where that came from!!”
“All yours.” He could barely pronounce the words. But he followed through sliding the sword free from its sheath.
“Drop it behind you!” Her eyes darted about. The yard was nearly deserted now, except for the soldiers gathering atop the walls. Someone would see them!
“You won’t get away with this.” He croaked.
“That’s none of your affair.” She stooped and gripped the handle of the sword with her free hand. “Too heavy.” She laid the cello bow at her feet and, lifting the sword with both hands, pressed the tip into his back. “Walk slowly away from me, with your hands where I can see them. Don’t stop until you reach the gate opposite us. If you don’t . . .” “I’ll let those words hang. More suspense that way.”
As he walked away, she glanced down at the weapon in her hands. “Never before have I dealt with a weapon so heavy. This might turn out to be more of a hinderance than a help.” She thought.
“Darvon!”A voice shouted. “What takes you so long? We are to-Who’s that?!”
“I’ve gotta move!! Fast!!” She thrust the cello bow under her arm and bending down, grasped the lad around his shoulders and backed along the wall.
“She’s-er-ah-.” Darvon coughed.
“Apprehend her Darvon!” The other soldier rushed down the stairs.
  “Almost-there!” She twisted around and shoved the door behind her back open. Bending down, she dragged the lad inside the passage and pushed the door shut. Darting out across the yard, she grabbed the sword  and raised it with both hands. Planting her feet, she faced the oncoming soldier.  Darvon was nowhere to be seen.
The other soldier drew his own sword.”Put it down, girl, or I’ll drive my blade through your heart!”
Her palms started sweating.“This is going to be interesting.”</p>