Journey from Africa E-Book

Jaye Green

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

This is a possible journey made many years ago from Africa to the 'New World'.

Histoory mentions the Emperor before Mansa Musa taking such a journey with two thousand ships.

Leseprobe

Jaye Green

Journey from Africa

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Chapter One

"You must come..."

I hear fear from a powerful warrior who owns great status.

I did lay upon the cushions beneath the sparkling night. Now, I rise, a finger for pause, enter my hut to prepare for journey.

I did not like the castle, nor the city. To be here, in so minor a village near the water was my most desired. But the warrior would not have come, not have requested, unless the situation needed me.

I put on a long gown others ridiculed. It resembled a burkha but of thin and patterned material to protect me from the hungry flying things I would encounter.

The warrior had brought two horses. I mounted and we rode in the night, lit by the sparklings and the curl of the kalo.

It was not a long journey, but worry made it long. To be summoned by a warrior, not the Emperor, meant they were most worried about him.

It was silent when we arrived . Through hidden passages we entered the castle. I need not be led to the roof for I knew where he would be.

My eyes comfortable with darkness saw him by the low wall, sitting on the hard surface, with not the smallest cushion.

I came to him. Without protocol, sat beside him, my hands on his arm, looking into his face which was damp and streaked.

"I can not continue, Sage" he said so softly it could be the breeze.

I am closer to him than all living. As he is to me.

"Tell me, Quiet."

These were our secret names, no one used them, heard them, only we. Names we gifted each other when children.

Were he not doomed to be Emperor we would have married and been together from the moment allowed. But he had to marry this one and that one because it was required. Had to produce children and insure continuity.

I was married off to a old man I despised. When he came to touch me I pushed him and he fell a long distance.

I had escaped my hut knowing he would approach through a cut I made in the side.  I had entered the forest.  He had seen me, followed,  reached for me,  I shoved him away, and returned to the hut through the same cut.

His first and second wives searched for him. They woke me in the morning asking questions. I said he had not been here which was true.

I did not, could not, return to my village, to those parents who had given me to the despicable man.  In the night I took my things, walked the far distance.   Walked to where I knew Quiet would bathe each day start. He saw me, we spoke and he took me to the Castle.