The Trinjule Sword of Heaven

Chapter Six

Isabel storms out angrily and walk back to her Chambers. She climbed into her bed and folded her hands across her chest in fury.

"I wonder why my father is doing this," She said to herself. She really doesn't know why her father has to colonise the jingle nation and make them his slaves but Harold is someone who is tasty for power and superiority. He derives joy from the pain he inflicts on others but can bear to feel any pain.

"I have to do something" Isabel said to herself as she got down the bed and walked towards the. She opened the door and went to where the slaves were kept.

 "Stop!" Isabel yelled at the warriors who were flogging the slaves with whips in their hands.

Cries of women and children filled the air and Isabel tightened her fist in anger. ..

"Don't whip them anymore. Let them rest" Isabel said more like a command as she walks towards a pregnant woman who is sitting on the ground with cuts in her body.

"I'm sorry. Don't touch your wound with your hands it will get infected" Isabel said as she helped the woman to rest behind a rock.

"She is your son right" Isabel points towards a little boy who is crying on the ground and the woman nods her head.

She took the boy to the mother and sat him beside her.

She tore the arm of her dress and tie it over the woman's bleeding leg. The woman didn't say anything but glare at her.

It doesn't matter what Isabel does for them because in their eyes Harold's daughter is not different from him. The same blood runs in their veins.

"They are slaves, my lady. You don't have to be kind towards them" one of the warriors said with a cracked voice.

"They are slaves because my father made them one not me and my act of kindness have nothing to do with you" Isabel said with venom in her voice and the warriors turn to look at each other.

"Allow us to carry out the ruler order" One of the warriors stepped forward with a horse whip in his hand.

"And I'm saying No"

"Our heads will be feed to the vultures and birds in the sky if we don't do what your father ask us to do" Another warrior said and Isabel glare at him.

"So be it. I don't mind if your heads are fed to the birds in the sky because you are not different from the devil himself" Isabel said with a tone of authority and the warrior's face dropped.

Did she really want their heads to be fed to the birds in the sky? She must be out of her mind.

"Do you want your head to be feed to the vultures, dogs and birds in the air? " Daphus the man leading the warrior asked and they chorused with a loud NO!

"Then continue from where you stop. Don't listen to lady Isabel, we must carry out the ruler order" Darphus said and the warriors march forward to where the slaves are resting and start flogging with whips and cries filled the air once again.

"Carry that bag of stone and put it there" Darphus order one of the slaves to carry a heavy bag filled with stones and point at where he will drop it.

"You take that basket and start filling it with clay and take it down there. We need to build a new castle in thirty three days time. " The slave filled the basket with clay and tried to put it on her head but she lost her balance and fell down with the basket of clay.

"You lazy slaves" Darphus cursed as he whipped the old woman so hard on her head. Her piercing cry pierced into Isabel's heart. She couldn't bear the sight and run back to her Chambers in tears.

Elias return with herbs in his hands. He went into his hut and got a bowl.

He came back a few minutes later and sat opposite Robert with the herbs in the bowl.

"These herbs will help your wounds heals faster" Elias said and look at Robert quite and with a cold face for a while.

He walked to where Robert is sitting and squatted before him.

He removed the piece of clothes Robert tied the wound with and inspected it.

"The wound in your leg is very deep and I hope it heals faster." Elias said as he looked at the wound on Robert's leg.

" Anyway these herbs will help your wound heal faster and also relieve you of the pain. " Elias added when he heard no response from Robert.

He picked a leave from the bowl and squeezed its liquid in Robert's wound.

" Arrgh it hurts" Robert scream in pains when the liquid touched his wound.

"Yes it hurts, burns and stings" Elias said as he took another herb from the bowl and squeezed the liquid on Robert's wound and Robert let out a loud scream.

" Don't scream too much like a woman, you will draw people's attention to us" Elias warned and Robert remained quiet. 

He squeezed the last herb In Robert wound and covered it with new dressing to prevent it from getting infected.

Elias washed his hands and set a heap of fire as the darkness fell.

He roasted the two squirrels he caught when he went to get herbs for Robert's wound.

"You must be hungry so eat up"

Robert picks the bowl and starts eating the roasted squirrel with a great appetite.

"Thank you" Robert muttered as he cracked a bone in his mouth.

"You are welcome" Elias replied as he poured water for Robert to drink.

"What nation is this ? " Robert ask as he took the cup and drank from it.

" This is Elon nation. A very small nation with happy and lovely people in it who live in peace and harmony" Elias said as he poured himself a cup of water from the jar.