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The man who had shot her guard might have been handsome once, if wasn't
for the scars that criss-crossed his face and the nose that looked like it
had been broken at least once. Without a sound, he cut her bonds and beckoned for her to follow him. Her mind racing, she wondered if he was one of the Yanquis the general had mentioned. As they approached the edge of the hollow and started making their way up the incline, Astra caught a glimpse of several other guerillas that had met the same fate as her guard. As they moved further into the forest, and down the hillside, she came to the realisation that it had been a hit-and-run raid. She was still curious how he came to know she was there, and why he apparently went out of his way to rescue her. They soon came to a trail that was no more than an animal path. There, another cart was waiting. Remembering the last time, Astra didn't look forward to it, but at least this time she had freedom of movement. The trail ended in a large man-made clearing. In this clearing was an encampment that was fortified by a tall perimeter fence, that hid whatever lay inside. It had been constructed from the timber felled to make the clearing. As well as soldiers patrolling the ramparts, there were watchtowers on either side of the large wooden gate that controlled entrance, as well as four other dotted evenly spaced apart. The ones guarding the gate had several archers in each one, and Astra assumed the others did as well. As they approached, the gate opened. As the cart trundled through, they were constantly watched by the archers in the towers above them. The gate closed behind them with barely a sound. Astra's rescuer finally spoke. "Lucky for you we actually had a spy in their camp, eh?" He grinned, then looked a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, where are my manners? The name's Henri. What's yours?" Upon telling him, Henri said, "Well, Astra, I expect you would like a wash and a change of clothing?"
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8/11/2004 3:43:17 AM
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