Post by Seraphina Frizon(D) on Jul 20, 2007 21:41:49 GMT -5
We were carrying spices and silk from Bhodistani and Sinae. My Caravan was 50 wagons long and we had been held up in Tyre, waiting out a tempest that blew across the sea like a hell spent serpant queen, or maybe it was Asherat mourning the loss of her child. I knew not and my parents weren't with me. I had had a lot of time to plan, and a lot of time to count the wares over and over again. Yes, everything was there, yes we were prepared if only my ships could fly across the sea. But the wind held up and I knew I would be delayed into the city of Elua. Days passed, and I knew there would be no way I would make the new queen's coronation.
On the third day past the date of coronation, we set sail from Tyre, and I was glad to be moving. On the second day at sea we met the red and white sails that was our standard as a trader. Sheltering my eyes I looked far onto the deck of the leading ship and saw Vincey. I was in the fastest ship in the fleet and I had it turned towards the leading ship in the train to met my cousin's fleet. He was my second in command and generally speaking, he wasn't on the same trail as I was. Fates however had brought us together, and he now met me from Debeho carrying gold and silver, having left from Iskandria. "Ho cousin!" I yelled across the few feet that separated our ships, my two Cassiline guards close at hand. He gave me a slight wave and grinned, "Looks like I've caught up to you cousin," I laughed and grinned back, "No one can catch my flag ship Vincey." With a flick of the wrist, the sailors on my ship hauled and tacked the sails, and my speeding ship lurched forward ahead of the train once again.
My cousins helped promote the family business, they were my uncles' children on my father's side, and they each traveled their own routes, and I had traveled all the routes at one time or another. Vincey had one of the hardest routes to the mines in the jungles of Debeho and Jebe-Barkal. I did not envy him, the jungle was a dangerous place. But while his journey was exceedingly dangerous, mine was long, and took many months to complete. It was no less dangerous, but I had a small hired army that guarded my caravans and we seldom lost our wares to bandits. My parents had made certain that we had the best fighters in any of the countries, and we took their families us on our travels. Not only did they fight for my life and the life of my bounty, but for the lives of their family. This made them have something worth fighting far more valuable than money. Their families were well taken care of and held positions with-in the caravan.
On the forth day I could smell the land that grew in my veins and strengthened my heart, but it was a few hours still until I could make out in the distance Marsilikos . My heart yearned and sang. I was home, I was in Terre d'Agne my place of birth, and I had missed it.
On the third day past the date of coronation, we set sail from Tyre, and I was glad to be moving. On the second day at sea we met the red and white sails that was our standard as a trader. Sheltering my eyes I looked far onto the deck of the leading ship and saw Vincey. I was in the fastest ship in the fleet and I had it turned towards the leading ship in the train to met my cousin's fleet. He was my second in command and generally speaking, he wasn't on the same trail as I was. Fates however had brought us together, and he now met me from Debeho carrying gold and silver, having left from Iskandria. "Ho cousin!" I yelled across the few feet that separated our ships, my two Cassiline guards close at hand. He gave me a slight wave and grinned, "Looks like I've caught up to you cousin," I laughed and grinned back, "No one can catch my flag ship Vincey." With a flick of the wrist, the sailors on my ship hauled and tacked the sails, and my speeding ship lurched forward ahead of the train once again.
My cousins helped promote the family business, they were my uncles' children on my father's side, and they each traveled their own routes, and I had traveled all the routes at one time or another. Vincey had one of the hardest routes to the mines in the jungles of Debeho and Jebe-Barkal. I did not envy him, the jungle was a dangerous place. But while his journey was exceedingly dangerous, mine was long, and took many months to complete. It was no less dangerous, but I had a small hired army that guarded my caravans and we seldom lost our wares to bandits. My parents had made certain that we had the best fighters in any of the countries, and we took their families us on our travels. Not only did they fight for my life and the life of my bounty, but for the lives of their family. This made them have something worth fighting far more valuable than money. Their families were well taken care of and held positions with-in the caravan.
On the forth day I could smell the land that grew in my veins and strengthened my heart, but it was a few hours still until I could make out in the distance Marsilikos . My heart yearned and sang. I was home, I was in Terre d'Agne my place of birth, and I had missed it.