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"Next time--if we even have to come back this way," Boreh says, drinking greedily, "I hope it will be with Gondor's army." He grins. "They are sure to be nice to us then. But--how much more to go? And what is the shortest way?"

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"Next time he will let us go past even more quickly." The Nurnese man continues to lead the two Haradrim down the road until they dip out of sight. Then he stops and loosens the ropes. "Drink now. While no one is here to watch."

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"Pipeweed? Sure!" the soldier grins, stepping forward to greedily take the packet.

Boreh will wait until they are out of earshot, then mutter: "Should've saved it for when we really have to bribe someone. DOn't have much to give out, you know. Not like we're dripping in gold or anything!"

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"Work detail, got it," the man says agreeably.  He yanks on the rope, hard.  "C'mon you!"
Then he pauses and turns back. "Happens I have some pipeweed here, leftover like. From … before, y'know? Might be you and your friend there would like some? Friendly gift like, celebrating the relations between our countries?" While he speaks, he is shouldering a pack around to the front and digging in it, somewhat awkwardly because of holding onto the rope the whole time. He holds out a packet wrapped in a rather grimy bit of cloth.

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The soldier considers for a moment, then relents. "All right. I don't want to be breaking no laws. But--mind you, if anyone asks down the road, you say they're assigned to a work detail in the city and you're taking them there. I don't want it getting back to no one that I let slaves through just because of some Nurn law. You understand?"

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Perhaps for a moment, something in the man's eyes says that yes, he does want to hinder the war effort, but it is likely hidden very well beneath left-over anger, and dumb idiocy.  He shakes his head, but looks around.  "Ain't no war here," he protests.  "An' I told you.  I got t'take 'em into the City.  I /got/ to, see?  It's the law.  Wouldn't nobody never trust me again, if I didn't.  You can come along too, if you want.  Be closer to your war there anyhow."

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"Taking them for the army, I say," the soldier repeats. "Needed for the war effort. You don't want to hinder the war effort do you? I'll give you a form--you can get your money from the quartermaster. But they work for us now."

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But the slave-catcher is already shaking his head.  "Can't do it.  They're property.  You want 'em, you got to go find their owner and pay for 'em proper.  At auction," he elaborates.  "Much as my skin's worth, t'let 'em go.  And also, that's my wages.  Thought you all wasn't here to rob us, but to help us."  Now, he is glaring at the soldier.  "Stealing food outa my mouth, and the mouth of these uns' owner, that ain't helping!"

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Boreh looks like he has murder in his eyes, but he holds his tongue.

"Huh," the guard says, frowning. "Don't beat them--the army needs them. They will work for us. I'm taking them for the army."

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The Nurnese man looks back at the two Haradrim with surprise.  "Huh.  You got that right… I bet they've been thieving, too!  Broke into my brother's barn t'other night.  That's how I caught 'em, see.  I bet they've been breaking in other places, too, eating up folks' living."  He glares at the two captives, then yanks on the rope and marches up to shove his face into Boreh's.

"That's what you've been up to, ain't it?" he shouts.  "Stealing!  Ain't enough you go and run away, leaving some fellow short of his field hands, but you go and STEAL stuff from honest folk!"  He lifts the end of the rope, swinging it back over his shoulder to beat Boreh.

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"That's them, eh?" says one of the guards, stepping forward as the small group approaches. "Kind of fat for slaves, aren't they?"

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Boreh is carefully keeping his head and his eyes down, shoulders slumped. He looks like a defeated man--or at least he tries to.

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The second of the Rhunese men, whose name is still unknown, leads the other two down the road.  He has adopted a jaunty gait, that of a man not only at peace with the world, but actively conquering it - and winning.

"Got 'em!" he announces cheerfully to the guards as he nears, slowing only a little - of course they will let him through!  "Twenty coppers apiece," he adds, with deep satisfaction.  "That's more than a month's wages, grubbing!"

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So it is that some time later, three men appear on the road--two of them with their hands bound in front to a rope that ties them together and that is held by a third. Boreh has his head down and is shuffling appropriately, though muttering about how slow they are going and cursing Rhun under his breath.

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It is a while (and the sun is hot) that they get to lie in the dirt and wait.  Sdar continues talking and pointing, and at last, the soldiers step aside and he walks jauntily on down the road.  Down it, and out of sight down a slight incline.  After a while, his distant figure can be seen toiling up the farther side of the dip in the road.

It is longer still before he appears back in the fields, coming quick and crouched through the rows of corn.  He digs himself comfortably into the dirt beside the others.  "Sorry about that.  I told them I was going into the City.  I couldn't let them think otherwise.  But I told them all about my brother who caught some escaped slaves and was taking them back to their owners.  So you should be good to go."

"You'll have to back up and get on the road before they can see you, though.  I'll go back and wait for you on the other side."  He grins and starts to wriggle his way backwards until he can get up and make his way back to the road.

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There's not much Boreh and company can do, but watch and wait--not willing to give up their hidden position in the fields until they see what Sdar is up to--and what the soldiers will do.

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"Wait here."  Sdar crawls back to a small hut not far away.  A few moments later, he comes out of it, walking casually towards the road.  The soldiers step forward to bar the road, and the men in the fields can see Sdar gesticulating.  After a moment, he points towards the hut, then swivels and gestures to the west.

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In the early morning, the two men from Umbar are dressed in the clothes of local farm workers and are lying in a field, watching a small group of men who are blocking the road ahead--men in Rhun's uniforms.

Boreh frowns and looks to their guides. "Suggestions?"

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"That way we will move faster."  The man yawns.  "Let us sleep now.  We will leave before the dawn greys in the sky."

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"Field workers--very good," Boreh answers. "As long as we move swiftly."

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"Before dawn, we will go.  We must be out of here before it is light enough enough for anyone to see us."  He stretches a little, leaning backwards.  "We will go through the fields and find you robes to wear.  We will be field workers - and make our way across towards the main road."

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"Yes--and speaking of that, when do we move from this spot?" Boreh says anxiously. "I do not like waiting here--though this has been a pleasant little chat, we can wait no longer.'

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"Allies."  He says the word as though tasting it.  "Yes.  Perhaps.  It would be good to have more allies."  Then he shrugs and grins, his teeth white in the dimness.  "First, we must be rid of Rhun."

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"Better to learn from men than orcs, though," Boreh says. "Perhaps once Rhun is driven from your lands, then Umbar can teach you. We could be allies."

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"Yes," the other man says firmly.  "It is.  We learn.  We will learn!"  He sounds very fierce - and desperate.  "But so many have been beaten into the ground for so long … it is hard, you see.  We will learn."

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"True--though I think that learning to protect yourselves must be a priority. Unless you'd prefer an orc king," Boreh shrugs. "Mercenary soldiers of any sort are always a problem. Orcs more so. Let's hope your solution is temporary."

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The man makes a gesture with his hand - avert evil!  "Food," he says firmly.  "The same that we eat ourselves."
Then he shakes his head.  "Gondor… we owe Gondor a great deal.  Our very lives.  But she cannot be everywhere, nor protect everyone.  We must be able to protect ourselves."

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"A strange marriage, if you ask me. I can't imagine that Gondor will be happy about it," Boreh says. He lowers his voice. "I have heard tales in Umbar of similar dealings. Before the war. And of tales of their eating babies as payment. Never heard of such a deal actually happen--but rumors in Umbar at least, are usually spread for good reason. Especially one as sickening as that."

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"We have no other choice," says the Nurnese man.  "And we are not … "  He stops, struggling for words.  "They are not trustworthy, it is true.  But we - they have not been our enemies.  You see?  They harrass our enemy, for it is their enemy also, and they teach us to fight.  In turn, we give them food and allow them a place to live unmolested."

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"Orcs." Boreh doesn't sound pleased. "They have never been trustworthy...I fear this strategy will backfire, no? Didn't..uh...King Elessar kill the orcs, in fact?"

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"Orcs," the other man says casually.  "They are the remnants of /his/ armies.  We do not entirely trust them, but they have what we need, and we have what they want.  They are too few to take on an army, but they harrass our new overlords."  He grins.  It is not a pleasant expression.

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"Overall, not good," Boreh frowns--then looks concerned. "Fighters? from where? what fighters? Clearly they haven't stopped Rhun from walking in and taking over."

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"Not many.  A few of us have gone into Mordor - there are weapons left there.  Swords and spears.  Some of them just lying around.  But many people are afraid."  He says this without scorn; it is a fact of life.  "We have also hired some fighters."  This, he says with pride.

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"To learn war..to start with, you will need weapons," Boreh answers. "Do you have weapons? And I don't mean just hoes."

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The man scowls.  "It is true," he says grudgingly.  "Though we have some fighters, ourselves.  But we have not yet had time to learn war.  We will though!" he adds fiercely.

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"I see," Boreh says, watching the man for a moment, then looking to Kazeth and biting off whatever comment he might have been about to make about King Elessar. "It seems that the King's army must come to save you once more, then," he says instead.

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"Not exactly," the man replies.  "Not yet."

Kazeth takes the rabbits and begins to skin them, spitting them onto sticks to be roasted over their tiny fire.  "Not yet?" he repeats.

"They say that we are not slaves.  That we are free men.  But we are free men who can only do what they decide we can do.  That is too much like slavery for me.  King Elessar - "  There is reverence in his voice.  " - gave us ourselves back.  We are not willing for anyone to take that away again."

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Boreh does return, two rabbits for his efforts. He also has a handful of greens and wild onions. "For flavor," he says, then looks to the quiet man. "It has been bad, Rhun arriving? They reinstituted slavery?"

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The man who remains, the second of the three, is also the quietest.  He nods, and squats at the leafy wall near the tunnel mouth, waiting.

Kazeth returns to his nearly forgotten fire, which is also nearly out.  Hissing, he begins to feed it with little twigs and to blow on it, until it burns again.  Then he stirs the cold 'stew', waiting for it to boil once more while Boreh checks for rabbits.

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"Very good," Boreh nods to the scarred man, then looks to the one who remains. "I will check our traps--maybe we have dinner for the night."

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"Perhaps I will come.  I will have to think on it.  It will be harder to change disguises if need be - I will always be the man with the scarred face, whether I wear a red scarf or a white robe."
"Be ready in the morning, before dawn," he instructs, and takes his own turn exiting through the low, leafy tunnel.  Only one man is left, and he smiles at them shyly.  "I stay, tonight," he says.

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"Perhaps?" Boreh prompts. "Continue, then..."

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"I am too obvious," the man says, lifting a hand to his face, but there is a hint of doubt in his voice.  Or maybe it is longing.  "I would like to see this king," he muses.  "Perhaps…"

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"i will tell him, yes. But better than that--why not come with us yourself? You could tell him yourself," Boreh says. "You or one of your men--someone who knows the specifics of the situation, and the countryside, so as to advise their army on how to best rid you of this pest."

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"If all goes well, six days.  Perhaps seven."  Sdar has scooted off through the tunnel and is gone.  Now, the scarred man says, "You will tell the Gondorian King about Nurn?  You will tell him that we stand ready to throw out these usurpers, but we cannot do it alone."

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"Reasonable enough," Boreh nods. "How many days will it take us--how fast can we cross the land? Our mission is urgent."

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"Not quite.  But close enough.  You will be newly captured slaves.  It is better that way, because then it will not matter how you speak.  But we cannot do that all of the way.  There will be a different disguise farther along.  I can't tell you, because I don't know it."

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"Less than comfortable, eh?" Boreh's eyes narrow. "Ropes? So...we will pose as runaway slaves captured by your men, I suppose?"

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"Many times," the first man - the youngest of the three - says eagerly.  "Very many."

"This," the scarred man says, waving to the young man, "is Sdar.  Go  now, and get the clothing, and bring also ropes."  He turns to the two Haradrim.  "We will do our best to make it so you will not have to speak.  But I warn you, it will not always be comfortable.

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"Right," Boreh says, listening carefully. "I suppose you have done this quite often before, then? And...will we need to speak? We sound like foreigners."

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The scarred man looks from Boreh to Kazeth.  "I will send S'dar to get robes.  In the morning, you will wear them.  S'dar will take you to a place where you will meet the next man.  He will take you from there."
He smiles briefly.  "It is the way we have from before, for slaves who are running away."

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Boreh hesitates, again looking over the apparent leader carefully, then nodding. "Very well. Tell us what we must do."

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But the man nods, seemingly satisfied by this answer, and finally comes the rest of the way out of the tunnel to kneel at the entrance.  Light from the little fire dances across his face.  Two terrible scars run vertically down his cheeks.
"Nurn, then.  If speed is imperative.  We can get you there, but you must do exactly as you are told."  He sounds very confident.

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"We have an idea where he is. Not exactly where he is," Boreh answers, starting to look suspicious now. "His general is working with Harad's army and told us where to expect to find him."

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"You … know where he is."  It is half-question, half-statement, and all suspicious.  "How?"

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"You … know where he is

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Boreh looks back, trying to get a better look at the shadowed man. "To Gondor's king--either reaching him and his army by going through Mordor or by going through Nurn to reach them. Nurn is faster but for us, more perilous."

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There is something odd about the face of the man in the shadows of the tunnel.  The other two look at each other, then both turn to consult silently with him.  After a long pause, in which his nearly black face turns to scrutinize first Kazeth, then Boreh, he nods.

"We will help you.  Where is it that you must go?"

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"It seems that only those who are seeking to hide find it, then," Boreh grins, "for we are in need of stealth and we found it. But of that matter--we need to get across Nurn without being caught by Rhun and we need to do it quickly. Can you help us?"

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"We have lived here since we were children," says a third voice, and another head, darker than either of the first two, appears - but the rest of the man remains in the tunnel.  "All of us.  How do you think this place was made?  It was not our masters from the Eye who built it.  Nor did they ever find it."

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"Hrm..." Boreh frowns at this, looking from one man to the next. "Gondor should hear of this. How well do you know the land here and its paths?"

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The man is quiet, thinking maybe.  But before he can speak, the branches begin to shake again.  Another man, stockier and more fierce looking, bursts out.  "They are everywhere.  Everywhere.  The scum!  If we lay a finger on them - if anyone lays a finger on them - they slaughter an entire household!"

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Boreh takes a moment to look the man over. before he answers. "The King is not in Gondor--he is marching his army to help Harad. Though now it seems he will have to free Nurn again, no?"

He pauses a moment, then adds, "to that end, is there anything that he must know about Rhun here in Nurn? How firmly are they entrenched?"

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"King Elessar," the man repeats, and his tone is definitely awed.  He takes a deep breath, crawls the rest of the way out of the hole and sits cross-legged, back against the leafy wall.

"Where is the king?  How shall you find him?  Is he not in Gondor?"

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At the announcement that someone was coming in, Boreh quickly stashed his dagger in his belt--hidden but accessible if needed. He waits for the other man to look about. "I swear to you on my family's honor--if that means anything in Nurn--that we are not allied with nor are we soldiers of Rhun. King Elessar of Gondor has agreed to come to Harad's aid to fight Rhun, but we were not able to hold against Rhun's army long enough. Now we must get a message to him or all will be lost."

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"Gondor…"  It is a murmur, a whisper, almost worshipful.

"I am coming in," says the first man's voice.  There are some protesting whispers, but the branches start to shake again, and before too long, a man's head appears in the tunnel hole.

He is dark of skin and eyes, dark of hair, and his eyes are wide with fear and determination.  He scans the small hideout, noting each thing.  "There are only two," he says loudly enough for those behind to hear.  "They are not dressed in uniforms… "

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"Harad is not allied with Rhun," Boreh answers, sounding irritated. "They've nvaed us or are trying to--haven't their soldiers boasted of it to you? As for getting through Nurn--we must reach Gondor's army. They will come to our aid."

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"Harad?"  There is doubt in the voice.  "Isn't Harad allied with Rhun?"

"Wait."  This is the first man speaking.  "How does getting through Nurn help?"

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"Aren't you rather getting ahead of yourself by jumping right to a discussion of how you'll dispose of our bodies?" Boreh answers dryly (though his dagger is firmly in hand now). He continues on in the same bland tone. "I'd at least expect an invitation of tea and cakes before we move on to the whole nasty business of killing. Besides--I am not from Rhun. We are from Harad and rather unpleasantly surprised to find Nurn crawling with Rhun's soldiers. We are trying to get through Nurn and quickly so in order that we can get aid in freeing Nurn and Harad of this infestation."

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The last question sparks a bit of indignation into the unknown young man's voice.  "This is my place.  What are you doing here?  You are not of Nurn.  Your names are wrong, and your voices."

This statement produces another spate of urgent whispering.  At the end of it, a second man's voice rises loud enough to be heard.  "They are from Rhun!  We should kill them now and throw their bodies in the river!"

"No, you fool," says someone else.  "You know what they'll do if anyone touches their precious soldiers."

"They won't know," says the second man, mulishly.

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"Boreh" Is the reply. "And Kazeth. Who are you and why are you here? We did not think anyone was here."

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The whispers stop, then start up again, furiously.  At last, the same voice as before asks, with a decidedly wary note, "Who are you?"

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Boreh hesitates a moment, then calls out sharply. "Wait! I think we are not who you think we are. Come back and talk, and no harm will come to you."

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The tunnel is bushy and branchy, and sounds dissipate oddly through it.  There are whispers - but it's hard to tell from where.  Then, there is a gleam of white in the darkness.  Someone's eyes.  But they seem to be retreating.

As Boreh crawls closer, the shaking of the bushes intensifies, and the whispers become more urgent, at last culminating in an intense, "Someone's coming!  MOVE!"

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"I"ll go," Boreh mouths to Kazeth. He slowly begins to creep through the tunnel.

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Kazeth creeps closer to the tunnel mouth, moving as quietly as he can, and bends to peer into it.  He straightens a moment later, shaking his head.  It's much too dark to see anything - he can't tell if there is someone there or not.

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The silence stretches out.  When there is no reply, the branches begin to quiver again, and there are some strange soft sounds that after a moment, can be distinguished as whispers.  No words can be made out, and no one speaks again or comes out of the tunnel.  They must be retreating...

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Bore puts a finger to his lips and looks at Kazeth. He waits.

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The branches stop moving.  There is utter silence, only broken by the ceaseless rushing of the river outside.
"Who's in there?"  It is the voice of a man - a young man, it sounds like.  Perhaps it trembles just the slightest amount

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"Weakest tea..." Boreh starts. He sets the tea down carefully, equally carefully unsheathing his dagger. He watches the tunnel, setting his feet under him as if to pounce.

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Kazeth grins in response.  "Perfect," he agrees.  He gives the soup a final stir.  "Done with your tea yet?  Hold out - "  and freezes, eyes going to the tunnel, as the branches surrounding it begin to quiver.
Silently setting the spoon down, he reaches for his dagger instead, his eyes never leaving the tunnel.

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Boreh digs into his pack, coming up with a few pieces of the bread. He raps them against a rock. "Perfect for soup," he grins.

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"I suppose," Kazeth says.  He leans back, stretching his arms above his head.  "Get out some journey bread - we can soften it in the broth."
The 'stew' is beginning to steam, and Kazeth adds a pinch more of his spice-blend.

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"Ack. Hungrier than that," Boreh mutters. "At least we'll have a night with something of substancein our bellies. WE should set a watch though--all night--take turns."

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"Just until the water's hot," Kazeth says.  He digs a little farther into his bag and brings out a pouch of some kind of powder which he sprinkles into the gourmet concoction of soggy jerky and wild onions.  The aroma immediately changes for the better - he must have some combination of spices in there.
"A few more minutes.  It's barely warm now."

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"No, so far at least, not. Let us hope it stays that way," Boreh answers. "How much longer until it's done?"

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"What?  No, no.  I'm having rabbit stew," Kazeth says, pouring more water into the empty kettle and beginning to shave strips of dried meat into it.  That done, he begins to add the onions Boreh has brought back.
"Could you see anything of the fire?"

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Boreh drinks his tea, but takes his time about it. "Can't see anyone or anything on the far shore," he says. "With luck we'll be able to cross very early in the morning. Though we may have to forego breakfast."

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"Rabbits for breakfast," Kazeth says.  He sits up.  "Here, drink your half the tea so I can make soup in that kettle."

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Boreh is busy setting snares, his work taking him closer to the river. He is cautious--staying low, glancing to the far shore to check if anyone is there. Finally, the traps are set, such as they are, and Boreh begins making his way back--though now he is checking ahead of him, looking for signs of smoke from the fire. He crawls back through the tunnel. "It will take a while for rabbit,' he says. "Onion stew it may have to be," he says, tossing some wild onions down.

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While the other man is gone setting snares or stabbing bunnies or whatever he has in mind, Kazeth fishes out a small tin mug and carefully pours some of the tea into it, leaves and all.  He leans back against the slender bundle of bush-trunks and sighs.  It's not much, but just now, a place to sit down and something hot to drink are all he wants out of life.

Outside the tiny shelter, the last fading light of the sun gives way to the deep blue-black of a star-studded sky.  The breeze is quiet, still carrying the last vestiges of summer's warmth, and the river rushes past soothingly.

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"And save some tea for me!" Boreh's muffled voice calls back as he heads out on his errand.

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"Right," Kazeth says absently.  He leans forward to look at the water.  A few bubbles are breaking the surface and he taps his fingers impatiently.  At last, the water starts to boil in earnest, and the Haradrim man sprinkles tea leaves over the surface, his face intent.

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"Ill be back with your greens as soon as I'm done," Boreh says. "Mind the fire. No need to be inviting folks over for rabbit stew."

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"Yes, yes," Kazeth says.  "I know.  I … "  He sighs.  "All right, set them tonight, then.  We can check tonight and in the morning.  Roast Bunny for breakfast can't take that long!"

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"Just how long do you think we will be staying on this patch of land?" Boreh objects. "We have a message to deliver, and as quickly as possible. I can set some rabbit snares for tonight, but beyond that, we have to move on as quickly as possible.'

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Kazeth settles a tiny kettle over the fire, filling it with Boreh's water.  "Fine," he says slightly grumpily.  "Find some dandelions and onions.  I'll contribute my dried beef.  Maybe," he cheers up a little in contemplation.  "In the morning, we can set some rabbit snares.  Unless you want to do that now, too."

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"Doubt there are rabbits on this island. Wild onions, yes. Dandelions, plenty. Maybe an odd lizard or a mouse. Mind you, I'm not desperate enough for mouse stew," Boreh laughs. "Dried beef tops mouse stew any day."

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Kazeth settles back on his heels, holding his hands out over the tiny blaze.  "Stew," he murmurs dreamily.  "I'd even be happy for stew, disgusting stuff that it is."
He turns and rummages through his pack, pulling out a packet of dried meat and looking at it gloomily.

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"Tea, you say?" Boreh is searching through his gear and at last pulls out a small cloth tied with a string. "this should do it," he says, setting the bundle down near where Kazeth works. He goes and fetches water from the river.