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- Herausgeber: T.S. Valmond
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Serie: The Bolaji Kingdoms Series
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
The perfect courier
A rebel princess
A dangerous opponent
-And she’s all three.
Sixteen-year-old Rasha Indari is a royal posing as an undercover courier in a world of mermaids, dragons, and political intrigue. Anything to avoid the throne. She does what it takes to get the job done and doesn’t ask questions until one day she finds she’s transporting a princess. It forever changes the course of her life and the lives of her friends. However, she’ll have to risk it all to save her people and the world.
The Courier’s Collection includes:
The Courier’s Code
The Courier’s Conflict
The Courier’s Quest
+Bonus epilogues and more
If you like feisty heroines, original worlds, and life and death stakes, you’ll love T.S. Valmond’s legendary tale.
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THE COURIER’S COLLECTION
THE BOLAJI KINGDOMS BOOKS ONE-THREE
T. S. VALMOND
CONTENTS
Also by T. S. VALMOND
THE COURIER’S CODE
BOOK ONE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Epilogue
THE COURIER’S CONFLICT
Book Two
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Epilogue
THE COURIER’S QUEST
BOOK THREE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
What Next?
Appendix 1
Appendix 2
Acknowledgments
From the Author
THE COURIER’S COLLECTION
The Bolaji Kingdoms Series One-Three
T.S. Valmond
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THE COURIER’S CODE
BOOK ONE
Transporting goods, property, and intelligence across any and all boundaries.
In service of the ten kingdoms, allegiance to none.
The courier always delivers.
-The Courier’s Code
1
Lu hung from a hook in the ceiling, his hands tied together and his boots dangling four feet from the floor. He didn’t seem bothered by it though. The man in front of him paced back and forth. The room smelled of wood and iron. A fire at one end of the room was still ready and prepped for steel work, a set of pokers waiting nearby. A large wooden table dominated the center and sat empty except for a small tin cup. There was a wooden stool on each side of the table.
“What’s a greenie like you doing sniffing around here?” The man, his own skin a crimson red, asked.
“I told you, I’m a courier. I’m in the middle of a delivery. Really, you’re going to laugh when you realize your mistake. I’m no threat to you at all.”
“You haven’t yet told me who sent you.”
“I haven’t told you because it’s classified. They don’t even tell me. Those are the rules. What kind of service do you think we’re running? Let me go, you don’t want any trouble over this. If they ask me what happened I’ll just tell them it was a misunderstanding.”
The man shook his head and prepared a poker in the fireplace, getting it red hot.
“Let’s say I’m just a concerned citizen of Bolaji. I don’t suppose a people like the Tero-Joro, trained to spy, would be hanging around my place without looking for trouble. Let’s see if we can’t get to the real reason you’re here.” The man’s black eyes didn’t waver.
“That was a long time ago, they don’t do that kind of thing anymore. It doesn’t matter anyway since I’ve renounced any allegiance to Tero-Joro to become a courier for all ten kingdoms.”
The man pulled the metal poker from the fire and waved it under Lu’s nose. His eyes never left Lu’s face, even when someone knocked on the door.
“Ah that should be for me,” Lu said, twisting in his restraints.
“No, you and I aren’t done,” he said.
The man opened the door and another red brute carrying an unconscious young girl entered. He arranged her on a second hook. Lu saw she had a bloody cut on the side of her head.
“Rash, are you okay?” Lu turned to the man. “What did you do to her?” he exclaimed.
“What’s this? Is she with you?”
“If you hurt her, you’ll be sorry.” Lu hissed through his teeth as he shook against the restraints.
“This whole time you’ve been holding back. Now we see a little fire from our small green friend.” He turned to the other man and asked, “Did you get it?”
“Yes.” The red Karmirian held the item up between two fingers. It was a round disk no bigger than the fingers holding it. Neither of them noticed that the girl had woken up. She mouthed something to Lu. He shook his head, not understanding her. She rolled her eyes before closing them again.
She groaned in pain. Both men turned their heads in her direction and stared at her. She groaned again.
“Looks like someone has something to say.”
“I’ll talk, just leave her alone,” Lu called out.
“No, you had your turn. Why don’t we give this little Chilalian a chance? I’ve always wondered what the purple girls were like.” The man snickered and gave his companion a poke in the ribs with his elbow.
He moved closer, and the girl groaned again. He leaned his face in next to hers. She swung her head back and rammed it into his, making a loud crack. She swung her legs up and snaked them around his neck. Using him for leverage she removed her bound hands from the hook. The man flailed and beat on her legs but she held fast until he passed out and dropped to the floor. She jumped off of him, landing in a crouch.
The other man wasn’t coming empty-handed. He’d grabbed another hot poker from the fire and swung it at her. She smiled, encouraging him to step forward. He twirled the poker then tried to jab her with it. She dodged it and moved to his right. When he turned toward her, she leapt for the stool and then the table. She kicked the stool at his head and he swung at it, leaving him open. She spun and kicked him in the side of the head. His eyes rolled as he fell to the ground, and the poker fell, clattering away from him.
“What took you so long? I thought he was going to skewer me with that thing. Where are your swords?”
“Cutter and Blade are well hidden. I had to make sure he had the disk.” Rasha jumped from the table and using her toes, retrieved a knife from the first man and cut her hands free of the rope. She pocketed the disk and turned to Lu. She lifted him off of the hook before cutting his hands free.
A small squeak came from the can on the table.
“Don’t,” Rasha warned Lu as he walked over to investigate.
Inside was a small beastie, with gold and cream-colored fur covering a wide face with oversized paws. Its large ears lay against its head and came to a point at the ends. It shivered and whimpered when Lu reached to pull it out of the can.
“Well, look what we’ve got here. I’ve never seen one of you before,” he said.
“Come, remember what happened the last time you picked up a stray?”
“Must you always bring that up?” He stroked the little beastie in the palm of his hand until it stopped shivering.
“Only because it’s relevant.”
“My mom always said I had a way with animals.” Lu took in the little animal’s large ears and big brown eyes.
“I think I’ll call you Temi.” He lifted him up and tucked him in the pocket of his vest.
“Why do you bother naming them?” Rasha asked, shaking her head.
“This coming from someone who named her short swords,” Lu said, following her to the door.
“That’s because they’ve never failed me and they’ll never die.”
2
“I’ve never seen anyone so thrilled to see a disk. I wonder what’s on it,” Lu said as they walked away from the client’s home in Tero-Joro.
“That’s not for us to know. Let’s keep it that way.” Rasha pulled out a palm-sized square disk and pressed her thumb to it.
“Rasha Jenchat, fetch and delivery complete, record one hundred percent, rating ten, payment complete.”
“What’s it like to be seventeen and have a two-year perfect run?” Lu asked as he pulled out his own square communicator.
“I enjoy my work.”
“I suppose so.” Lu looked down at his own communicator and frowned.
“What’s wrong? Was there a problem with your payment?”
“No, nothing, I just have to go take care of something. I’ll meet up with you later.”
“You know where to find me.”
“Yes, of course.” Lu stopped short and turned to her. “Why do you go to places like that? They won’t give you drink.”
“I’m not there for the drink,” Rasha said and turned to go.
Rasha sat in a dark corner of the tavern with one foot on a chair in front of her. She caught bits of conversation as the other couriers from on and off world sat and discussed their latest fetches and deliveries. Mixed in were a few travelers and locals who sat at the bar in their usual seats. The lighting was at twenty percent and they were nowhere near capacity. Many of the tables sat empty since it was midweek. There were a few seats open at the bar, but she ignored them. Rasha had made the mistake once of sitting at the bar. Those seats were for people taking drink only, not for someone her age. She’d been tossed out on her backside and told to mind her manners in all things concerning the bar.
The barmaid, wearing less than the imagination required, came over and put a glass mug in front of Rasha.
“Rash.”
“Silae.”
Silae sat across from Rash in the empty chair and stared at Rasha’s boot on the other. Rasha glanced over at her boot with a grin in challenge. Silae had reddish-brown skin and long, dark, wavy hair. Her eyes were as black as night. She was part Karmirian and part human, a unique mix. Her almond eyes and full mouth always seemed to smile. Rasha enjoyed their banter even more than the non-fermented juice she drank.
“What’s a nice young girl like you doing in a ruffian’s drinking hole like this one?” Silae asked.
“Minding my own business, which is what you should be doing,” Rasha said.
“I’ll take note of that, just before I ignore it. Sorry I can’t offer you ferm or something stronger.”
Rasha smiled at her brazen attitude and ignored the comment about the drink.
“Where’s that adorable green partner of yours, with the big ears?”
“He has somewhere else to be.”
“What a shame. He’s got such a nice way with people, unlike his traveling companion. Before I go, I thought you should know The Choosing has begun.”
Rasha kept her face and features still as her stomach flipped. It took too long for her next words to come out.
“Why should that concern me?”
“I didn’t say it did. I thought you’d want to be informed.” Silae, always the sly one, slipped out of the seat with a toss of her hair and returned to the bar to get more drinks served.
Rasha’s heart raced as she pulled out her communicator and watched the feed. It was true. The eligible princesses in the realm were making their way to Adalu, the first kingdom. The current prince would choose one of the pure-born princesses to be his bride. Her hand shook when she reached for her juice and she pulled it back again. She raised her eyes to the bar and saw Silae watching her with a knowing smile. She wanted to pull out Cutter and Blade to slice that smile right off of her face. Silae turned to another customer before Rasha let her imagination go wild.
“Ruins is what it is. I can’t get to my trade routes for the all the parading around these princesses do,” she overheard a tradesman the next table over complain.
“Like a bunch of pikos, strutting around for the crowned prince. The whole thing is ridiculous,” his companion replied. “It’ll be tough getting anything on or off this planet for a while. I’m thinking of taking work in the far reaches.”
“I’m not that desperate. Besides, the princesses aren’t half bad to look at, not like this lot,” the tradesman said, waving a hand at the room.
Rasha only felt a tinge of shame being lumped in with the rest. She’d been considered a beauty once. Her grey eyes in contrast to her purple skin often caught people’s attention. That was another time, another life, where she dressed and performed for the approval of others. Few noticed her in the clothing she wore now. She kept her hands and arms covered and a hood concealed most of her head and hair. No one here would even recognize her. Besides, why would anyone look at her? A princess wouldn’t be seen in a tradesmen’s bar drinking unfermented juice. She stroked the amulet around her neck and whispered a prayer under her breath.
3
Lu found the jail just as he’d left it the last time. A grungy, dark building with the dank and pungent stink of sweaty humanoids. He didn’t bother to pinch his nose. His ears caught a laugh he recognized, and he clenched his teeth and balled his fists at his side. She’d done it again, and this time getting her out wouldn’t be easy.
“Poobari!” Lu exclaimed as he approached the overweight jailer.
“I wish I could say it was a pleasure to see you. She’s in for good this time.” Poobari’s creamy skin folds made grimy rings on his shirt and pants.
“There must be something I can do. A large basket of Majiwan delicacies?”
“I can get that on my own.”
“You haven’t seen the latest tech in the Twinlands. I might be able to get you the newest listening device.”
Poobari opened a drawer and pulled out three such listening devices.
Temi let out a half yawn and growl catching Poobari’s attention.
“What have you got there? Hey little fellow, want to come to Uncle Poobari?”
Temi growled and retreated deeper into Lu’s pocket.
“Sorry, he’s a good judge of character.”
Poobari frowned. “She’s not getting out, so go on about your business.”
“What? You’re joking. I’m one half of the best team of couriers Bolaji has ever seen. I can get you whatever you like.”
Poobari stopped and looked up at him with beady eyes half buried in folds of skin. He gave Lu toothy grin.
“Perhaps there is something.”
“Anything, I’ll do it.”
“I have a special fetch and delivery request. It’s half on-and half off-the-books. You need to go through official channels to accept but I can make sure you’re the only one who gets the offer. Agree to it up front here with me and I’ll send it to you.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Since when does a courier need to know what the package is? Aren’t you supposed to be discreet?”
“I am, I am. Poobari, you’re amazing. I’ll take the fetch. Thanks again. Can I go back and see her? I want her to sweat a little.”
“You horrible little yahtz. Sure, just make sure you’re both out of here within the half hour. I have another prisoner in transfer, the cell will be filled again before night’s end.”
“You have my word.” Lu didn’t bother to shake Poobari’s hand. His nod was enough. Poobari released the locks on the cell door. Lu entered the cell and Poobari locked it behind him with a loud clang.
The reek only grew worse within the walls but he followed the corridor down to the fifth cell on the left. Several of the inmates whistled and called out as Lu passed. He got too close to one side and had to remove his tunic from someone’s gnarled grip. When he reached her cell, she was hanging by her fingers from the ceiling and pulling herself up. Her green skin and large eyes and ears were a perfect blend of her Tero-Joro parents, one from each of the Twinlands.
“Told you boys I wouldn’t be here long,” she said and dropped to the floor. They groaned and yelled obscenities at her. She brushed her hands off on her fitted pants. “Well, hello big brother.”
Ladi, two years younger and half a head shorter than him, swaggered up to the bars of the cell and rested her arms on them. She didn’t seem at all bothered by the smell of the place. She pulled out a piece of dried meat and gnawed on it. Lu shook his head and leaned against the bars.
“What’s it going to take with you?”
“What do you mean? Hey, who’s the new little beastie?” She reached out a hand and Temi purred at her touch.
“His name is Temi.” Lu pulled away from the bars, stepping just out of reach. “When is it going to be enough?”
“I’m enjoying myself and making lots of money. So what if I get caught sometimes, I have plenty to bring home when it’s all done.”
“Mother and Father are well taken care of,” Lu said between clenched teeth. He dropped his shoulders and relaxed his jaw. “You have the skills to work legitimate jobs, I don’t know why you won’t take them.”
“They don’t pay as well.”
“I wish you wouldn’t worry our parents so much. I won’t always be able get you out.”
“But you got me out this time, so why are we still talking through the bars?” she asked, tapping them with one finger.
“Because I want you to understand something.” Lu waited for her to meet his eyes. “This is the last time.” She didn’t flinch as he stared her down. “I don’t have a problem seeing you punished for criminal activity. Next time they’ll take more than just your money.”
“What? Poobari, you scheming, two-faced ranglefort!” Her voice carried down the corridor and their ears picked up his belly laugh.
“You let him take my money?” she said, turning back to Lu.
“Let him? I’m not sure what kind of position you imagine you’re in but you put yourself here.”
“No, I didn’t. Who do you think hires me to do all these off-the-books fetches and deliveries?”
“Well, not anymore. If you get into trouble again, you’re on your own.” The cell door’s mechanical locks clicked and the door slid open. Lu noted it was just before the half hour mark.
Ladi strolled out of the cell and down the corridor, not waiting for her brother to catch up. “So, he took the money, which means you’re doing something for him. What is it?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“You’re doing a run for him. I can help you. We can have it knocked out in a day. Debt paid and I never have to worry about it again.”
“No, you’re going home, right now. I’ve been missing Mom’s baked beti and you need an escort.”
“I need no such thing.”
“Well, no, but I’m desperate to see your face after Mother and Father finish with you.”
He chuckled when she glared at him.
4
Lu was already waiting downstairs at the bar when Rasha made her way down the steps of the inn. She held up a hand at Lu while she paid the barkeep. The man lifted out a black box he kept behind the bar and she swiped her disk across the top. The confirmation beep ended the transaction. Silae slithered out of the back before she got away and called out to Lu. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite greenie.”
How could she be less dressed than before? The small shirt managed to cover her chest leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The skirt, a thin material, hung around her ankles but didn’t hide her legs, which could be seen when the light shone behind it.
“Hey, Red, you’re looking charming this morning. Shouldn’t you be sleeping after an overnight shift?”
“Not when there’s a chance I might see someone like you. I was telling your partner last night it wasn’t the same without you.”
“Next time. I promise. Any news?” he asked.
“Not really. They announced The Choosing has begun, so be careful on the trade route. You know how competitive these purists get,” Silae said.
“Have you seen who’s in the running this year?” he asked without looking up from his communicator as he checked the facts.
“The Sidoans are offering a princess of age for the first time. She’s striking, they say. With the mines in Sidoa now offering the rarest gems ever found in the ten kingdoms, she’ll have an even better chance of being chosen.”
“My money is on the Karmirians, they’re the closest other than the Chilalians, who don’t even have a pure daughter to offer. Crazy, right, Rash?” He still didn’t look up.
“Yeah, isn’t it?” Silae said with a significant glance at Rasha.
Rasha’s hands clenched at her sides. Silae was pushing their fragile acquaintance with her insinuations.
Lu didn’t seem to notice. He leaned over the bar and whispered something to Silae that made her laugh. Rasha grit her teeth and turned to go.
“Rash, wait, where are you going?” Lu called after her. He gave Silae a kiss on the cheek and bolted after his partner.
Rasha reached the cool fresh air and took a deep breath. What did Silae know, anyway? Why was she giving her those looks?
“I’m not spending another night here. The place is far too loud and, if you ask me, overpriced. How was your business last night?”
“Fine,” Lu said looking at his feet. Rasha was ahead of him and didn’t see his hesitation.
“Where’d you sleep last night?” she asked.
“I—,”
Before he could answer, her communicator signaled. She looked down at the screen. “What the yahtz?”
“What?”
“Central is sending us a mandatory.”
“Oh, well, glad I didn’t skip town right away, now we can take care of this and then I can go visit my family.”
“This is madness. I should contact Central and find out what the mix up is. We just finished a one-month fetch and delivery due to theft. Why do we always have to be the ones?”
“We’re the best, that’s why they call us.”
“Yeah, but why is this one mandatory?”
“You think they’ll tell us?”
“No, of course not. It’s all the way in Sidoa.”
“The tenth kingdom!” Lu slapped his leg. “Well, then let’s go, it’ll take us longer if we stand around complaining. We’ll worry about the rest later.” He adjusted his pack on the back of his tuskin and led him toward the woods.
Rasha thought for a moment. True, she couldn’t ask them why they wanted to send her. Besides, it was a mandatory. She didn’t have a choice.
“Wait a minute.”
Lu stopped short and looked back at her.
“How’s your family? Did you get to talk to them at all?”
“Yeah, they’re fine.”
“They’ll be sad you missed them.”
“I’ll send them a message when we’re well on our way.”
“Fine, but after this assignment I’m turning off my communicator and throwing it into the nearest river.”
Rasha grabbed her large riding beast, a tuskin, and the animal’s short tail wagged in greeting. She didn’t notice. Her mind was on the journey south. Lu pulled out a piece of gale fruit and gave it to his tuskin, who gobbled it up in a saliva filled slurp. He rubbed his curved horns against Lu in thanks. Lu rubbed his knuckles up and down between the beast’s eyes.
Temi made a faint cry of complaint from Lu’s pocket.
“We should pick up supplies. Our animals are hungry and it will be much warmer in the south. We might pick up a few things while we’re there,” Rasha said.
“Like some jewels,” Lu smiled.
“Something like that.”
5
The journey South to Sidoa was pleasant and uneventful. The climate warmed day to day as the sun’s rays grew stronger and longer in duration. This time of year, storm activity increased. Rasha and Lu found comfortable lodging at a few nice inns they’d frequented before. Most of the time an inn would balk at their ages. Young and in trade they weren’t always offered a room on the premises. There were a few places they’d stayed that knew their reputations and allowed them access to some of the nicer establishments.
“We should be there by nightfall,” Rasha said, looking up at the orange sky. The two moons were visible to the north.
“What do you think it will be?” Lu asked.
He was referring to the fetch. “Only the gods know.”
“Jewels. I bet its jewels.” Lu pulled Temi from his pocket and set him down on the beast. He’d grown a little and could keep himself on the moving beast’s saddle.
When they reached Sidoa, they followed a small road off the main thoroughfare to the location of the fetch. The locator led them to the middle of nowhere and nothing. Lu checked the position twice.
“How can this be the place? There’s nothing here.” Rasha asked.
Lu climbed down from his tuskin and tied the reins to the nearest tree. He cocked his head and listened.
“Someone’s coming this way. It’s a wagon.”
“That’s promising,” Rasha said. “What do you see?”
“Nothing from here. I’ll climb up and see if I can get a better look. The sun is already down, so no promises.” He held Temi out to her.
“What?” Rasha asked, looking down at his hand as if he held a poisonous slithering stolken.
“He doesn’t like heights.” He grabbed her hand and put Temi down.
Temi had grown since Lu found his tin cup. His limbs now dangled over the edges of her hand while she gripped his midsection. Temi never took his little eyes off of Lu and he whined when he lost sight of him in the tree.
“There, there, little fellow, he’s just getting a better view. He’ll be right back.” She ran her thumb across his head as she’d seen Lu do and the beastie stopped crying.
A moment later, Lu was climbing back down and Temi’s whole body wiggled with joy.
Rasha pushed the little beastie back into Lu’s hands as he spoke.
“There are three men, two of them Sidoans, and they’re hauling a large crate. Looks to be heavy, we’ll need to team up our beasts to pull it.”
Rasha bit her lower lip.
“Okay, since we’re not welcomed in the kingdom we won’t be sleeping here tonight. I say we make our way back toward the inn we stayed at last night,” she said.
Lu nodded. “They have seafood, I could live there.”
“We aren’t staying long. She climbed down from her beast.
They didn’t have to wait much longer for the three men to reach them. The men were a mix of dark and light-skinned. Their trader outfits and size suggested the shady end of dealings. Temi growled as the men approached them, but soon climbed into Lu’s pack to avoid being seen.
“My hero,” Rasha said, looking at Temi. She addressed the men. “Out for an evening stroll, gentlemen?”
“Are you the Jenchat?”
“I am.”
“You’re Chilalian.”
“Yes.”
“We have a fetch.”
“Well, now, that’s convenient.”
They looked at one another with confused expressions, then at Lu and Rasha.
“How old are you children?”
Rasha didn’t like proceedings starting with this question. It meant not only did they not trust her abilities but they wouldn’t process her digital paperwork. She wasn’t in the mood to lose money. They’d travelled five days and wouldn’t even be able to trade for the famous gemstones they’d heard about.
Rasha pulled out her disk. She held it up and let the Central data do the talking for her.
The robotic female voice spoke loud enough for all of them to hear, “Rasha Jenchat, certified courier, record: one hundred percent over two years. Satisfaction level: ten.” Rasha pocketed the disk.
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”
The large brown man in front held up his square and keyed in his purchase code. His device beeped as he tapped the edge of her disk, which beeped in return.
“Fetch complete, thank you for your business,” it said.
“Are we done here?” Rasha asked.
“I hope I don’t have to tell you that this package is precious.”
“You just did,” Rasha said. She and Lu transferred the harness to their tuskins.
“Please, protect it with your life.”
“Fetch, delivery, and satisfaction guaranteed,” Lu said.
The men still seemed worried. In fact, they waited for them to ride out. The only thing that would change their minds was a successful delivery and Rasha planned to give them one. This assignment was as important as all the other ones had been for their clients.
“It’s gems, isn’t it?” Lu asked when he was sure they were out of hearing distance.
“Without a doubt,” she said. Rasha shivered. She turned in her seat to glance behind them.
“What is it?” Lu asked.
“I have the feeling we’re being watched.”
Lu looked around, then tilted his head into the wind and away.
“Anything?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “Want me to send out a pulsar?”
“No, it’s probably a wild animal looking for a morsel,” Rasha said, but she shivered again.
At the word ‘morsel’ Temi poked his little head out of the pouch and sniffed the air, letting out a low growl. Lu gave the beastie a pat on the head.
“See, Temi doesn’t believe you, either.”
6
By morning, Rasha was sure they were being followed. The fellow wasn’t even trying to hide it. He left broken branches and prints all over the place.
“What do you make of it?” Rasha asked as they rode along.
“They’re skilled enough to stay hidden,” Lu said.
“But not to cover their tracks?”
Temi seemed annoyed by their scent and he’d growl at the wind. Now he sat on the saddle in front of Lu, content to rest his large head on his paws.
“They don’t seem in any hurry to overtake us,” Lu said.
Rasha didn’t respond as she kept her eyes on the surrounding trees. This fetch was all wrong. First, it was mandatory, after a year of optional fetches. A march into the woods of Sidoa, meeting with people that didn’t trust them to deliver feed, let alone whatever was in the package. Not even a day later they’re being followed by a fangledort who didn’t cover his tracks.
“You’ve got that crease in your brow. I think we should’ve traded for a vehicle,” Lu said.
“No, a vehicle would just make it easier for whoever it is to track us.” Rasha tried to relax her face but soon felt the tug between her eyes. “It’s this assignment. It’s all wrong.”
Lu shrugged. “They’re all the same to me. I just want to get it done. A vehicle will cut our travel time by more than half. We can make delivery and take a well-deserved holiday. Besides, the money will help my family.”
“Your sister is still not willing to legalize?” Rasha asked.
It was Lu’s turn to frown. His large eyes cast down as he spoke.
“She’s so different from me. I wish I could reach her.”
“You sound like an old man.”
“Sometimes I feel like it. I know the burdens of this life weigh on you, too. I can’t wait until we retire from it. We’ll be like a couple of royals with servants caring for our every need.”
Rasha shook her head. “That’s not my kind of thing.”
“Since when is pampering not our thing?”
Before Rasha could answer, Lu held up a finger and turned his head to the right. He glanced back at her and nodded once. There was someone out there. Perhaps the person that was following them. Rasha pulled out her short swords and slid off of her beast. She passed Lu the reins and, with a nod for him to continue, she slipped into the trees. She waited for a moment behind one of the older trees and then doubled back. Rasha found male boot prints along with the prints of a large beast. The tracker still made no secret of following them, but remained hidden.
Rasha listened and watched for several moments but there was nothing other than the rustle of leaves and a soft cool wind from the north. Rasha raced back through the trees and caught up to Lu. He slowed down and stopped so she could remount.
“Want to use the pulsar now?”
“No, they’re not close enough. We’ll wait until they relax a little more.”
They reached the small inn they stayed at the night before and settled in with their cargo for an early evening. The inn wasn’t very busy this time of year and the barkeep didn’t mind their age at all.
“Help me with the cargo, then find cover for our beasts. There’s a storm coming.” Rasha said looking at the sky.
Lu looked up. “Yes, but not for hours.”
“I’d rather make sure they’re out of the elements anyway.”
They hefted the large crate into the inn but made it no further than the bar.
“This thing is heavier than it looks,” Lu said as he strained to shift it behind the bar and into a nook. He paid the barkeep to cover it with supplies so that no one would notice it. They’d have to retrieve it in the morning.
They sat at a table watching people come and go for several minutes before the barman came over to take their order.
“No ferm for you two. What else can I get for you?”
“I’ll have a floral juice.”
“I’ll take a fauna.”
“Any food for you? Kitchen closes in half an hour.”
At the mention of food Temi poked his head out and sniffed the air.
“No beasts allowed inside. Take him outside if you want to feed him,” the barman said, turning away without their food order.
“Great, now we’ll starve thanks to your little friend,” Rasha said. “I don’t think I have to remind you what happens when I don’t get fed.”
“He’s harmless. I’ll put him in the room upstairs. Order me a seafood plate.” Lu got up and headed for the stairs. The entire second floor offered rooms for rent and they’d bought one with two beds. Another benefit of the season: there were lots of options.
Rasha turned up her nose. She wasn’t a fan of seafood but she ordered his plate and a meat plate for herself. When the barman returned with their drinks, she placed the order and used her own disk to pay.
The sound of an all-terrain vehicle approaching the inn made Rasha turn and look. Two large men climbed out and strolled into the bar. One slapped the other on the back, and they laughed as they took their seats. That gave Rasha an idea. Before Lu returned, she put the plan into action.
Rasha sauntered over to them and looked them over from head to toe as if trying to determine their clothing size.
“Can I help you little miss?” the bearded one asked. His dark hair stood in spikes on top of his head.
“I was just wondering how the two of you managed to get that all-terrain vehicle. It seems a little expensive for a couple of fellows from the ninth kingdom.”
“How do you know we’re from Buku?”
“Your clothes and that smell. I’m not sure what it’s called.” Rasha grimaced and waved a hand front of her face.
It had the desired effect.
“Go play with your dollies, little one. We haven’t got time for your games.”
“Not even a game of Hands?” She gave the men a smile as she pulled out her disk and set it on the bar. “Four hundred credits says you’re no good at it.”
“You can’t be serious. Gorg never loses.” The beardless one was mouthy. His buddy, Gorg, tapped him on the chest to keep him quiet. Rasha was already calculating her winnings.
“Sure, little purple one. I’d love to take your money and teach you a lesson in how a lady should behave.”
Rasha laughed. “A lady? I had no idea you had so much experience.” The man rose from his seat as if to hit her, but Rasha didn’t flinch. He was flexing his muscles. He wouldn’t hit her, a girl-child in his eyes. Taking his money would be fun.
Rasha invited them to her table and Lu joined them a moment later. His confused expression became a smile after she explained what game they would play. The men didn’t suspect a thing even after she’d thrown the game and raised the stakes. A crowd gathered around them. A few onlookers cheered them on. The others were for the big guys. Rasha looked at her partner and gave him a subtle but rapid double blink. Lu knew his part, and Rasha counted on him to make it good. He didn’t fail her.
“Oh no, I’ve got nothing Rash,” he groaned and then covered his mouth as if remembering he wasn’t supposed to say anything. The crowd that had been supporting them groaned.
She kicked the table in front of his knees and he flinched as if she’d kicked him. She rolled her eyes to the crowd as if he’d just ruined the entire game for them. The two men smiled at each other over the cards they held.
“What’s it going to be little one? Your partner has nothing. Shall we end this game?”
Rasha bit down on her lip as if she were working out a complex problem. The crowd around them doubled in size. Money passed from hand to hand as the people placed bets on the game.
“I’ve got the rest of my earnings for the month. What have you guys got?” She knew they’d already finished the credits they’d planned to use. She pushed for more.
The two men nodded to each other and shrugged.
“We’ve got our vehicle, the one you admired, if you’re interested?”
Rasha looked to Lu who shrugged as if he didn’t know what to say.
“I guess so. But this has to be the final round, I can’t afford to lose anymore,” she said loud enough for the crowd to hear.
“Oh, us too. We don’t dare bet anything more.” Gorg gave his partner a knowing a smile.
“Place your hands, gentlemen,” Rasha said, calling all of their cards to the table.
They put their cards on the table and Rasha put hers down trying not to giggle. “I think I won.” The crowd erupted, and some slapped Lu and Rasha on the shoulders in congratulations. The crowd collected their own bets on the game. Rasha returned to the bar to get the credits she’d given the barkeep to hold for them. The men were angry but with the large crowd there they didn’t dare fight the outcome. They’d lost and now they’d pay up. Gorg shoved his friend, who was still running his mouth about how unfair the game had been. He pushed back. Gorg gave him a swift jab with his elbow before he got the key to the vehicle and held it out in front of her.
“Are you sure it’s not too much vehicle for you?” he asked her.
“I’m sure,” Rasha said and she slipped the card in her pocket and turned to leave.
7
Rasha’s insides threatened to bubble over and explode out of her mouth. They’d covered a lot of ground with the all-terrain vehicle, but at a price. Its wheels sped over the uneven roads. Lu sat behind the wheel like a happy little twyllo. He rushed headlong on the road, heedless of the bumps and bruises Rasha was accumulating while holding on to her insides.
“I had no idea you had such a weak stomach,” Lu said as he skidded along one edge of the road and then the other.
“Do we have to go so fast? I’m going to spill my guts.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
Rasha swallowed down bile and shook her head.
“Nope, not drama. Stop,” she called out grabbing his arm.
Lu came to a neck breaking halt and Rasha fell out headfirst and vomited in the trees. When she finished, she turned slowly back to the vehicle. She glared at Lu, who was looking at one of his devices.
“Next time, I drive,” she said as she leaned her head against the side of the door.
“You don’t know how.”
“Neither do you.”
“Get in,” Lu said, putting his device down and revving the engine.
“I’m not ready yet.” She shook her head and backed away.
“Rash, get in the transport, now.” The urgency on Lu’s face was unmistakable.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’ve got company. I’m going to try to outrun them.”
“It might be better to let them catch up to us,” Rasha said, half in and half out of her seat.
“Nope, there’s too many of them, they’re closing in fast on our position.”
Lu took off before she settled. Rasha looked down at the device Lu placed between them. A red dot in the center of the screen pulsed. Around it were numerous green dots coming from all directions.
“What is this?”
“It’s an ambush.”
Rasha held onto the side of the vehicle and clutched her amulet.
“May the Universal help us,” she whispered as she secured the straps around her middle.
“Hold on,” Lu said. It wasn’t necessary since Rasha hadn’t let go of the side since their journey started.
Maybe it was the speed of the vehicle or the terrain, either way they’d never know. When the all-terrain got to the felled tree in the middle of the road, there wasn’t enough time to do anything but try to go over it. The vehicle’s wheels lost traction and vaulted into the sky several feet before it rolled onto an embankment, then hit a row of trees and shut down.
Rasha came to after a few moments and realized she was hanging upside down by the security straps. Her neck already ached from the awkward angle she’d been hanging from. As she pulled her leg from the crumpled frame, she realized she was alone.
“Lu,” she groaned. Her voice didn’t carry beyond the inside of the vehicle. Rasha tugged herself free from the vehicle’s straps and searched for her partner. She stumbled twice before her balance returned.
She found the device first. It must have been thrown from the vehicle into the brush. The screen was blank. She shook it once before tossing it aside. At the moment, Lu’s whereabouts were more important to her than that of those who had ambushed them. Her head ached and she was still nauseous, but she walked on until she found the fallen tree. No wonder they’d gone flying. The tree was old and thick around the base, but it had been felled deliberately onto the road. The crash hadn’t been an accident.
Voices in the distance got her attention. Rasha crouched down behind the branches of the tree, reached for her swords and found only one, Cutter. She’d lost Blade in the crash. That would be inconvenient. Rasha watched with one short sword at the ready.
She didn’t have to wonder what they were after when she saw the damaged cargo being hauled into another vehicle. She recognized the two men doing the hauling as Gorg and his partner from the game of Hands the other night. The third man gathered his gear and started at the sound of a pebble hitting a tree on their left. Rasha threw another to their rear that forced them all to turn toward it. She watched them agree to separate, just as she hoped.
When the unknown man reached her, she swept a foot out and watched as he fell over it. Before he recovered, she leapt up and hit him in the back of the head with the butt of her sword, knocking him unconscious. The talkative man from the game heard her before she jumped on him and pulled out his own sword, blocking her. Their swords clashed several times, making her arms ache. The man’s upper body strength was solid. Every blow against Cutter reverberated through her already weakened muscles. She fell to her knees and had to get creative to avoid his sword. She rolled forward, cutting each of his thighs, slowing him down enough to slice his back. He fell forward onto his face before blacking out.
“Well, little one, aren’t you two hands full of trouble?”
“That’s what they tell me.” Rasha tried to keep from throwing up again as he circled her. He carried a long sword, which meant she’d have to avoid his lunges if she wanted to survive this fight.
He focused on her with such intensity he didn’t see Lu stumbling forward, looking greener than usual and holding something out in his hands.
“You’re going to be fun. Is that all you’ve got, purple one?”
“I don’t think so.”
Rasha stopped circling and forced him backwards right into Lu. His device zapped the man’s back and his eyes rolled up in his head before he fell forward. She heard the crunch of the small bones of his nose breaking on impact.
“You okay?” Lu asked.
“Nope,” Rasha said as she turned and vomited again.
Lu held up his tracking device.
“What’s wrong? Is it working?” she asked. The thing made a few beeping noises before turning off.
“It’s working fine, but there were at least eight dots on the screen before and there are only three men here.”
“You think the rest took off when these claimed the crate for themselves?”
“I’m not sure. It might have been a planned attack, but they weren’t here, all in on it together,” Lu said.
“These two were greedy and took care of the rest,” Rasha said, finishing his thought.
“Looks like they damaged the cargo crate. We should secure it.”
Lu followed her to the back of the new vehicle. It was almost identical to the last, which had a horrible effect on Rasha’s stomach. As she’d seen while the men were moving it, the lid had broken open and some kind of smoke was leaking out of it.
“I bet it’s new technology.” Lu’s excitement was palpable.
“No way, it’s jewels. Only jewels bring men to a fight like this one.”
Lu reached in and lifted the lid of the crate.
“Holy yahtz,” they said in unison.
Inside the crate, next to a leaking oxygen tank, was a girl, dressed in array of fine and flowing materials and her jewelry glimmering against her dark skin. She lay curled up in a ball on her side.
“It’s the princess of Sidoa,” Rasha said.
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
The last thing she wanted was to discuss how she recognized the princess. Rasha had met the girl before in another life. She’d been much younger back then.
Lu reached in to touch her but Rasha slapped his hand away.
“What if she’s…?” Rasha asked, fearing the worst.
“That’s what I was trying to find out.” Lu reached in and felt for life signs while Rasha held her amulet.
“She’s alive,” he said.
“We’ve got to get her out of here.” Rasha said, looking into the trees. The feeling they were being watched hadn’t gone away after the fight. “She won’t make it the whole way in this broken crate, and we can’t have her waking up to another fight.”
“Why do you think she’s being transported in a crate instead of traveling to Adalu like the other princesses?” Lu asked.
“Based on what we’ve seen this afternoon, I’d say because they feared she wouldn’t make it there alive.” Rasha turned and gathered up the rest of their supplies and put them into the new vehicle.
“I need to find Temi. He jumped out of the pouch during the crash and I haven’t seen him since.” Lu walked into the woods.
It took some time to gather all of their scattered things, including her missing sword, Blade. Rasha had packed the second vehicle with their belongings and was waiting when Lu returned. He still hadn’t found Temi.
“We don’t have time for this, we’ve got a princess to protect. There will be more of them coming,” Rasha said when Lu hesitated.
Lu swore under his breath and called out for Temi one last time.
“He may have gotten scared and run off. I’m sorry.” Rasha hated to see him like this again, but she had no other words to offer. She put a hand on his shoulder and hoped it was enough. “He belongs in the wild.”
“Okay,” Lu said, his head and shoulders drooped with resignation. He took one last look around before he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Let’s take it slow, I want my insides to stay on the inside this time.”
8
Rasha and Lu placed the sleeping Sidoan princess on the bed that dominated the small room at the inn. There was also a chair and a lamp, but the room had no decorative ornaments. Not the first place royalty would take refuge, Rasha noted. But if she had wanted to travel in style, she wouldn’t have picked a crate. She was beautiful. Rasha looked her over as they laid her on her back with her arms at her sides. Her skin was so black it was almost blue. She wore a blue gown. Her tumble of hair framed her face. She wore a crown of colored gems and jewelry everywhere from her from neck to her ankles.
Lu must have been admiring her too, because he said in a half whisper, “She’s beautiful isn’t she?”
“She’s trouble. If we don’t figure out what happened and fast, we’ll be up to our eyeballs in trackers and assassins.” Rasha paced back and forth. “I need to contact Central.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Lu fidgeted from one foot to the other.
“Someone needs to know what’s going on.”
“When has Central ever cared about what happens out here in the field?”
“This is different. Someone in the Courier’s Keep might be able to help us. My record is perfect and clean, they might listen to what I have to say.”
Lu watched her apprehensively, with a fingernail between his teeth.
“Courier Jenchat-42769 speaking,” Rasha said into the thin communicator square.
“Voice identification confirmed. How may I help you?” The automated voice spoke in a clipped and impatient manner.
“I need to speak with someone about a fetch discrepancy.”
“We deliver: we don’t ask, we don’t tell, the—”
“Courier always delivers.” Rasha tapped on the square, impatient to get a real live person. “I’m aware of the code, you robotic pumseed. No, this is above and beyond the code.”
“Please enter your job number.” Rasha sighed.
“Fetch & Drop Assignment 2-4879, confirmed, in progress, requested and accepted.” The computerized voice droned.
“Incorrect, not requested. I demand an audience with anyone in the Courier’s Keep. I don’t want to talk to an artificial—”
“Fetch & Drop Assignment 2-4879 requested by Luduru Moren, accepted by Rasha Jenchat.”
“Requested? No, there must be a mistake.”
“Voice confirmation of Luduru Moren-62513 received.”
“We didn’t ask for humanoid cargo.”
“Transport of humanoid cargo is cause for immediate dismissal and license revocation for all couriers involved. Moren-62513 and Jenchat-42769 licenses are now void. Thank you and have a nice—”
Rasha switched off the device with the tap of her thumb. She slipped the clear square back into her pocket before turning to Lu. He backed up but not fast enough. Rasha hauled him up hard by his vest and slammed him against the nearest wall.
“What in the yahtz did you do?”
“Wait, I can explain.”
Lu’s boots dangled a few inches off of the floor and Rasha dropped him, only to pull him a breath away from her face. She had to look down to look him in the eye.
“How do you explain transporting humanoid cargo and losing our licenses?”
Lu gave up resisting her and hung his head.
“Ladi.”
“Your sister? What does she have to do with this?” Rasha asked, letting go of his vest.
“Remember the night I had to take care of something?” At her nod he continued, “Ladi was in jail, again.”
“Poobari’s.”
“Yeah, and he was like a stone wall this time. I had to give him something to get her out.”
“I’m sure the ungrateful wretch didn’t even thank you.”
“No, I gave him the money she’d earned, and I promised him I’d take this job. She was less than pleased.”
“I’m glad. She should pay for her own mistakes. Why didn’t you tell me all of this in the first place?”
“I knew what you’d say.”
“That she should rot in jail like the little fangledort she is?”
“The plan was to be back in Adalu before it even came up. I’m sorry. I’m already working on a way to get our licenses reinstated.”
“You don’t get it, do you? Without our licenses, we don’t have access to any of the privileges that come with being couriers. We’re on our own. Not to mention all our courier payments are subject to investigation.” Rasha wanted to punch something but Lu’s face was the only thing close, and that wouldn’t do. He was still her friend, and they’d need each other now more than ever.
“Get rid of that all-terrain vehicle and use the money to get two beasts and bring the rest back. We need supplies.”
A startled scream got their attention, and they whirled around and saw the princess staring at Temi. He crouched on her chest, ears back and growling six inches from her nose.
9
“Come here Temi, where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.” Lu reached over and grabbed his little beast before they hurt each other. Lu stroked the animal, and he stopped his growling and licked Lu’s green finger.
The princess sat up and looked around the room and its furnishings. Her eyes fell on Lu and he couldn’t help smiling at her. She looked up at him through her lashes. She noticed they weren’t alone in the room when her eyes found Rasha and her mouth fell open.
“You’re purple.”
Rasha rolled her eyes. “We’re not finished,” she said to Lu before storming out of the room.
“I’m sorry, that was indelicate of me. I will choose my words better.” The princess shook her head.
“No, don’t worry about it. Rash is,” Lu struggled for a word that was honest and yet not too honest, “well, she’s Rash.”
“Rash,” The princess said.
“Rasha,” Lu corrected her, pulling the small stool over and sitting down on it so the princess wouldn’t strain her neck looking up at him. She slid down on the pillows. No doubt she was still a bit confused about what happened.
“I’m Lu, and you are?” He held up his hand in greeting.
“I’m Chiza,” she said pointing to herself and speaking slowly. Many of the newer kingdoms had not mastered the common language as his people had. They also hadn’t learned the cultural norms—she stared at his raised hand for a moment before remembering she should raise her palm to his.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, princess.” Lu lowered his head to her and watched Temi stare at him in wonder.
“What happened? How is it that I’m here in this place with you and not at the palace with prince Bashir?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“My mother and father putting me to sleep. They said I’d be carried to the first kingdom and wake there. Are you my abductors?” Chiza, all at once, seemed to understand the dangerousness of the situation.
"No, we were commissioned to carry you to Adalu, but we were attacked on the road. That’s how your crate was damaged."
“I understand. Things are not going according to the original plan,” Chiza said and bit her bottom lip, a habit Lu found alluring.
“I suppose you weren’t planning on being tossed about by bandits. Do you know why these men are after you?”
“I’m from Sidoa,” she said as if that were enough.
“I don’t understand. None of the other princesses had such trouble.”
“Their lands are also not small. We are farmers by trade. When they discovered gems in the caves, it changed everything. Now the surrounding kingdoms all want to take our lands by force. The only way to do that is to make sure I don’t become the next queen.”
“Your father tried to sneak you out using less than reputable channels thinking it would keep you hidden?” Lu asked.
“I believe so. He told me he’d paid enough in gems to ensure I’d arrive and be opened by the prince like a gift.
“I can imagine his expression when he opened the crate.” Lu gave her a halfhearted laugh.
“We hoped he’d be pleased,” Chiza said, casting her eyes down to her lap.
“He will be,” Lu said, wanting to talk about anything else. “Now, let me introduce you to Temi. It seems you got off to a rough start.”
