said Milli as she and Petra sat in the luxurious tent provided to them by the Black Rider. The cushions were made of some soft material that Milli did not recognize, and there seemed an endless supply of fresh drinks and food brought in by handsome young nomads with black eyes and hard muscles. Indoors the nomad’s loose fitting clothes sometimes slipped to reveal far more skin than Milli was used to seeing. “Why does he have to drink so much and blather on like a child?” she said as her eyes wandered to the departing nomad whose muscled legs displayed handsomely in the short wrap that he wore. Petra put her finger to her lips and replied quietly, “Shhhh, it’s most likely that Tahnoon has spies around our tent. He is a crafty one, pretending to get drunk while all the while asking leading questions and hoping for information. The Black Horseman and Tahnoon planned that entire meeting down to the wine they served. They’ll never let us go. They’ll get what they need to know about Corancil and his armies and then they’ll kill us.”
