Enslaved By The Desert Trader

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Greta Gilbert

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2018

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‘You must go north before you go west,’ Tahar explained. ‘Keep to the oases and be wary of thieves.’

Shock and confusion spread across the men’s sunken faces as Tahar bent to help them onto their beast. Securing them in their saddle, Tahar slapped the donkey on the rump.

‘Now, go,’ he said.

As the beast ambled away the older man turned. ‘You have our thanks, Man of the Grass,’ he told Tahar. ‘Your kindness will not be forgotten.’

Chapter Twelve (#ulink_e1d29b7e-fd91-5ee1-9ee8-b35a2fb8e2ed)

‘You gave them all our meat,’ the woman said, her eyes as big as plates.

‘That I did.’

‘But...it was meat.’

‘I took their arrows,’ explained Tahar. ‘I left them without the means to hunt.’

‘But they were trying to kill us.’

‘Ah, but they did not succeed. Come, let us take our rest at the pool.’ He placed his hand against the small of her back.

Too exasperated to swat it away, she allowed him to guide her towards the oasis. ‘But—’

‘But what?’

‘It was meat.’

Tahar spoke as cryptically as he could, for her growing frustration was proving quite entertaining. ‘We will find more meat. Do not forget that I am now the owner of a fine bow.’

‘And the horse?’ she gasped, glancing back at the placid animal he led by the reins.

‘What about the horse?’ asked Tahar, hiding his grin.

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