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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Disclaimer

  Quote

  Chapter 1 – Trade

  Chapter 2 – Gova

  Chapter 3 – Trust

  Chapter 4 – Sorcery

  Chapter 5 – Honesty

  Chapter 6 – Happy

  Chapter 7 – Comfort

  Chapter 8 – Freed

  Chapter 9 – Torn

  Chapter 10 – Constantinople, AD 542

  Chapter 11 – Italy, AD 989

  Chapter 12 – Western Asia, 1068

  Chapter 13 – Europe, 1350

  Chapter 14 – England, 1557

  Chapter 15 – France, 1795

  Chapter 16 – North Atlantic Ocean, 1849

  Chapter 17 – West Texas, the United States, 1962

  Chapter 18 – Alabama, 2011

  Chapter 19 – Turkey, 2128

  Chapter 20 – Discovery

  Chapter 21 – Forever

  About the Author

  More Urban/Fantasy Books by Linda Mooney

  1000 of You

  By

  Linda Mooney

  1000 OF YOU

  Copyright © 2018 by Linda Mooney

  ISBN 978-1-941321-80-5

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  Editor: Chelly Peeler

  Cover Art: Linda Mooney

  Throughout the ages, beyond time my love.

  ~ Gaelic quote

  Chapter 1

  Trade

  “I hear your weapons are of the finest craftsmanship.”

  Muam Kai slowly turned around to glare at the figure darkening his doorway. The shed was unbearably hot, the furnace almost white. Sweat rolled down his bared skin in sheets. For a moment he resented the interruption. When he was working on a project, he blocked out the rest of the world in order to concentrate on what he was doing. However, he would never turn down a potential client, especially a new one. New customers had the potential of becoming repeat customers.

  “I would like to think I do,” he responded. “What kind of weapon are you interested in?”

  “A sword.” The man remained in the doorway. If he was trying to avoid the excessive heat, Muam couldn’t blame him.

  “Before I show a man a weapon, I need to know his name.” He kept his grip on his hammer and the partially-finished dagger he was working on. In his line of business, it was always wise to distrust a man until proven differently.

  “Kolis Rahn.”

  Muam eyed the man’s clothes and tribal mark on his chest. “You are Jamboris. Are you new to the village? I have never seen you before.”

  “Tokla Rahn is my brother. I am here to help celebrate his upcoming marriage. I happened to mention that I was in need of a better sword, and he sent me to you.”

  Muam nodded. Tokla Rahn was a good friend and patron. Now that Kolis mentioned it, he could see the family resemblance.

  “I have a couple of swords I can show you.” He gestured for Kolis to enter, and walked over to a small stand where the weapons were displayed.

  The man hefted one and made a few practice swings. “I like the grip, but the balance is off.”

  Muam frowned. There was nothing wrong with the sword’s balance. “What about the other one?”

  Kolis replaced the weapon and plucked the other one from the stand. Taking a stance, he made a few lunges, then twirled the blade. “I like this one better.” He pointed to the first sword. “But I like that grip better.”

  “I can change the grip.”

  Kolis grinned. “Then you have a deal. How long will it take to change it?”

  “I can have it ready for you later this afternoon.”

  “Excellent. How much are we talking about?”

  Muam quoted him a figure, deliberately making it higher than he had planned. He expected Kolis to try and whittle down the price. To his surprise, the man agreed without haggling.

  “I will return after a while with your payment.” Setting the sword back on the stand, the two men clasped arms in agreement, and Kolis left the stall.

  Muam stood there and watched the man depart. His stomach clenched in hunger, but it would have to wait. He wanted to get the sword ready first, in case the man returned earlier than expected.

  It didn’t take him as long as he thought it would to change out the grip. When he was done, he went outside to the rear of the stall and practiced hacking at the straw dummy. He had to admit that the change in the grip did make the sword easier to handle. With it finished, he returned it to the display and went to find himself something to eat.

  It was nearly sunset when Kolis returned for his weapon. The man tested the sword and approved the modification. “My brother gifted me with a new scabbard,” Kolis announced. “This will fit it nicely. You do superb work, Muam Kai.”

  “Thank you. Now, for my payment.”

  To his shock, Kolis stepped outside momentarily. He returned, dragging a woman by the arm, and shoved her in front of him. The female fell on the ground and remained there, unmoving, with her head bowed. Muam looked to Kolis for an explanation.

  “There. That is your payment,” the man stated.

  “I do not deal in flesh,” Muam sternly retorted.

  The man gave him a self-assured grin and chuckled. “Oh, you will want to accept her in trade. She is Orshii.”

  Muam stared at him in stunned silence for a moment. “There are no Orshii left.”

  Kolis motioned toward the woman. “It is true there are not many still alive, but I guarantee she is. Do not believe me? Look for yourself.”

  The man’s tone led Muam to believe he was telling the truth. By daring him to check her out for himself, he almost believed him. Still, when he knelt down beside the woman, he made sure to keep some distance between himself and Kolis. It was never wise to turn one’s back on someone wielding a weapon. Not even a customer.

  Reaching down, he took the woman’s chin and slowly made her look up at him. Already he could tell she was young, but not a child. Full breasts heaved beneath the thin, dirty shift she wore. Her arms bore the marks of recent bruising. Her jet black hair was tangled and oily, and matted with dirt and burrs.

  She glared back at him, yet it was obvious she was terrified. She was fighting herself not to show her fear, while at the same time she tried not to cry. Her lips were pressed together in an effort not to say something that might earn her punishment, but she couldn’t stop the tremble in her chin.

  Muam stared into her deep violet eyes, and the sight of them erased all further doubt. No other tribe boasted that unique eye color. He glanced up at Kolis. “If she is so rare, why are you willing to part with her?”

  “Because she is becoming a nuisance to me. I have to constantly keep her tied up to prevent her from running away.” He patted the sword. “I am off to join King Baspar’s army, and I cannot take her with me. But she is too valuable to just give away or set free. My brother happened to mention that you do not have a woman to keep your house, so I am trading her for this sword. I get a good
ly weapon, and you get a prized slave. Fair deal?”

  Muam looked down at the woman, who’d bowed her head. His first thought was to turn the man down and get back the sword. But he couldn’t forget the trepidation in the woman’s unique eyes. He may have imagined it, but he would swear he had also seen a silent plea to save her from this man.

  However, there was also the chance that she’d make a run for it if he accepted the man’s offer. Wait until he had gone to sleep before slipping away. Yet, he was not the type of man who would tie her up. He had never owned a slave. Had never considered owning one.

  For several long seconds, he waged war with himself, between his need for the sale, his desire to protect her, and the voice of common sense, which screamed for him to walk away. If he took the risk, he would also have to accept the possibility that, if she made her escape, he would be out all the time, effort, and materials he’d spent to make the weapon.

  She peeked back up at him, as if she needed to do more than hear his words, which would also be her fate. Staring back into those purplish depths, Muam spoke. “I accept your offer, Kolis Rahn.” Swiftly getting to his feet, he extended his arm to finalize the deal. Kolis grinned, and they clasped arms.

  “I must warn you. She is a terrible cook, but she’ll keep your bed warm enough if you make her.” The man winked. Muam forced a smile upon his face. He had suspected the woman had been abused. Slaves often were. In fact, it was to be expected that men such as Kolis would treat what living creatures he owned with little to no compassion. But such occurrences were often kept confidential. He didn’t expect the man to be so forward about it.

  “I must go. Have fun. And when others comment on my new blade’s craftsmanship, I will tell them your name, Muam Kai.” Kolis pointed to the woman, directing his next remark to her. “If you bring shame upon me, I will hear about it, and I will come back and cut out your heart, and make you eat it.”

  The woman’s face paled but she didn’t respond, neither verbally nor with a gesture.

  Waving a hand at Muam, Kolis ambled away with his new prized possession, and never looked back.

  Chapter 2

  Gova

  It was getting dark, and he was tired. The woman remained huddled on the ground, her gaze averted, but he knew she was waiting. Listening. Frightened.

  “What do I call you?”

  She glanced up at him in surprise, then quickly turned away. He waited. When she realized he was not going anywhere until she answered him, she softly murmured, “Gova.”

  He cocked his head at her. “What? Gova?”

  “Gova Dov.”

  Bending down, he reached for her arm to help her up. She caught a glimpse of his hand and immediately jerked away, scooting closer to the wall. She believed he was about to manhandle her. Sighing, Muam straightened. “Come with me.” Turning, he grabbed the other sword and the unfinished dagger, and strode out of the shed without checking to see if she was following him. At that moment he didn’t care if she did. He might as well count the sword he’d worked days on as a lost effort. He was dejected, drained, and hungry, and wanted nothing more at that moment than to wash the stickiness and grime off his body before finishing the last of the bread and cheese.

  Reaching the small hut that was his home, he brushed aside the door flap and ducked inside. He was laying the two weapons on a small shelf against the far wall when he was aware of Gova coming inside. She stared at the almost sparse interior, her expression unreadable.

  “This is my home,” he told her. “It’s not much, but it’s mine. I owe no one for my board and keep.”

  She sat next to the doorway, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Muam couldn’t help but notice how thin her arms were. He went over to the box where he kept his food and took out the hunk of bread and fist-size lump of cheese. Breaking both into two pieces, he offered her both of the larger ones. She blinked in confusion.

  “I can tell you are hungry. I would guess Kolis kept you on a near-starvation diet. Here. Take it. It’s all I have.”

  She started to reach for it, then paused and shook her head. “I cannot.”

  “Why not?” An idea came to him. “I order you to take it and eat.”

  Her eyes widened. Before she could react, he bent over, grabbed one of her hands, and placed the food in it. He immediately released her and went over to the opposite side of the room where his pallet was located. Sitting, he proceeded to eat his portion. After a moment of hesitation, she proceeded to devour what he had given her.

  “There is some water in the bucket on the other side of the door. Drink your fill.”

  She crawled across the floor to where the wooden bucket sat. Lifting the lid, she removed the ladle and sipped from it, then returned to her spot to sit and watch. She continued to watch him the way an animal waits for the worst to happen as she tried to curl into herself.

  Seeing her shivering, he built a small fire in the center pit in the floor. “Come warm yourself.”

  She didn’t need coaxing, but she continued to keep as much distance between them as possible. Taking a metal bowl and rag from a shelf on the wall, he dipped the ladle into the bucket and poured some water into the bowl. Taking it over to the fire, he set the bowl close to the flame. Once the water was tepid, he proceeded to wipe off most of the dried perspiration and dirt.

  “When I am done, you can bathe.”

  “What if there isn’t enough water?” she cautiously inquired. Her accent was strange yet melodious. It left him wanting to hear more.

  “There is a well not far from here, but I would wait until morning to fetch more. It would not be wise for you to be out after dark.”

  She didn’t question why. Either she already knew the answer, or she didn’t want to hear it.

  He finished, setting the bowl and rag to the side. He felt better, now that he had something in his belly and had cleaned up a bit. The fire was also making him drowsy. Beyond the hut, he could barely make out the sounds of people moving about. The occasional neigh of horses, or the bleating of lambs and goats.

  Her violet eyes glittered like the stars in the firelight as she observed him. He could tell she wanted to say something, perhaps curious to know more about her new master. He chuckled to himself. Master. He had never been called that before. To him, it was a word more fit of a man of many years of age. A man who had earned the title out of respect for his years of experience and wisdom. Not someone who would trade goods for another living being.

  At the sound of his amusement, her head lifted slightly in surprise, but she held her tongue. “Do not fear speaking to me,” he commented. “I have never owned an animal, much less a slave. Let me make myself clear. I do not know what happened to you in the past, although I suspect it was cruel and abusive. But you have nothing to fear from me. I consider all the labor and time I put into making that sword a total loss. So if you are thinking of running away the moment I fall asleep, I will not be surprised. I will not try and chase you down to bring you back if you do. You are free to go. I only advise that you wait until daylight. As I have said before, there are people out there who might try to attack you, especially being a young woman.”

  He paused to clear his throat. Feeling parched, he started to get up to fetch himself another drink. To his surprise, she scrambled to get some for him. Muam remained sitting and watched as she cautiously approached him with a ladle of water. She continued to tremble as she slowly held it out to him. He took the ladle from her, and for a moment he cupped her hands in his. She glanced down at where they touched as he brought the water to his lips to drink. When he was finished, he released her.

  “More?” she asked.

  “No. It was enough.”

  She replaced the ladle in the bucket before resuming her spot in front of the fire. Muam looked down at the furs he used as bedding. Pulling one out, he tossed it to the side. “The nights get cold here. Use this to wrap yourself in. Tomorrow I will see to getting you your own bed.
That is, if you are still here when I awaken.”

  She drew the fur around her thin shoulders. From her actions, it was evident this might be the first time in a long time, if ever, that someone showed her any kindness or consideration.

  “If you do stay,” he continued, “I hope you will one day tell me your story. I had heard the Orshii had been decimated as a race. I am curious to learn how you survived, and if there are others still alive.”

  She didn’t respond. Her gaze was focused on the dancing flames coming from the pit. The hut’s interior was comfortably warm, but he knew it would quickly chill as the fire died down. Placing a couple more pieces of wood across the glowing coals, he laid down on his pallet, turned his back on the woman, and drifted off to sleep.

  Sometime in the middle of the night, he became aware of a figure drawing closer to him. His first thought was that she might have grabbed one of the weapons from the shelf and was about to stab him. He tensed, prepared to defend himself, when he heard her refresh the fire with more wood. A moment later, she crawled over to where he lay and snuggled up along his back, drawing the pelt he had given her over the both of them. She sighed deeply as they shared body heat, and he sensed her falling asleep. No longer fearful, he relaxed and allowed himself to do the same.

  Chapter 3

  Trust

  This man wouldn’t hurt her.

  Gova sat staring at the man lying with his back to her on the other side of the fire. A short distance away were two weapons that she could easily reach before he could. But she didn’t dare consider killing him, or even wounding him. It would be a slow, torturous death for her if she tried.

  And, to be truthful, it was not something she wished to think about. Not with this man.

  Muam Kai.

  “Tomorrow I will see to getting you your own bed. That is, if you are still here when I awaken.”