Casca 22: the Mongol
“Crouching low, he ran to where Casca watched the action, pushing his face close to Casca. It never occurred to him that the man chained to the post might be dangerous to him. He had been promised. "I shall have you free in a moment, Old Young One, then we must run and hide in the mountains till the gathering is over. We shall have much to do. Are you ready?" Casca didn't have any idea what the young Mongol was talking about, but he was ready. "Yes, certainly, the mountains, then much to do. Rig...ht." Temujin unlocked the manacles and leg irons, all the time talking in spurts that made no sense to Casca. But he was not about to question the young man. Temujin had just freed his hands from the shackles when they heard a cry of alarm. Someone had stumbled over the body of the guard outside Zhoutai's yurt.
Temujin hastily fumbled with the lock that secured Casca's leg irons. People were coming; a torch. Casca heard cries of anger, then more, this time louder. The torch was starting to move in his direction.MoreLess
Temujin hastily fumbled with the lock that secured Casca's leg irons. People were coming; a torch. Casca heard cries of anger, then more, this time louder. The torch was starting to move in his direction.MoreLess
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