IN THE LATE AFTERNOON, THE SLAVE PARTY FINALLY ARRIVED.
As Will had predicted, the captives trudged wearily along the middle of the road, their hands bound in front of them and a heavy rope linking them together tied round their necks. There were six of them, and they all looked dispirited and dejected. Ruhl and two of his men rode on small ponies, chivvying the captives along, urging them to move faster. Will recognized Ruhl and the cloaked man who had been with him when they had abducted Violet.
The Storyman was recognizable as the third of those riding. The blue cloak, wide hat and red shoes marked him out. In addition to those three, there were six other men in the party.
As the party passed close to where Will and Maddie were concealed in the long grass by the cliff’s edge, they could hear the tinkling bells on the Storyman’s shoes carrying to them on the slight breeze.
Violet and the other captives looked thoroughly cowed. Will noticed that they cringed away whenever the Storyman rode close to them. Once, he heard the blue-cloaked figure laugh as the other girl in the party, whom Will took to be Carrie Clover from Danvers Crossing, flinched away from him with a frightened cry. Will’s lips set in a tight line.
The other men in the slaving party were heavily armed with an assortment of spears, clubs and axes, and two had swords thrust through their belts. They were a hard-bitten lot, bearded and unkempt, and dressed in rough leather and wool. Each of them had a short, knotted length of rope, which they used to urge the captives on to greater speed.
“Nine of them,” Will whispered.
“And at least two more in the camp,” Maddie said.
“And there’ll be more still in the ship’s crew when it arrives. At least another half dozen.”
Maddie chewed her lip thoughtfully. The odds were tilting a little too far in the enemy’s favor, she thought. Consequently, she was surprised by Will’s next comment.
“The good news is, we have more than enough arrows,” he said grimly.
Ruhl and the other two horsemen dismounted to lead the way down the cliff path. The line of prisoners followed them. It was obviously difficult going with their hands tied, and with the heavy rope linking them. If one slipped, the two on either side would be dragged down as well. They struggled awkwardly down the rough track. The other men brought up the rear. The track was too narrow to allow them to walk beside their prisoners.
At least it meant they couldn’t beat the children with the knotted ropes.
Slipping, sliding and stumbling, the line of captured children finally made their awkward way to the level ground. Ruhl and the other two horsemen formed up to bar their way, preventing their moving out onto the beach and directing them along the base of the cliff toward the cave.
The two men already in the camp looked up to watch as the party made its way down the rough track. Maddie was interested to see that nobody else emerged from the tents. It would appear that the gang so far totaled eleven men. The man who had been tending the fire took a large key ring from one of the posts supporting the open-sided tent. Picking up a heavy club that was leaning against the table, he began to walk in a leisurely manner over to the cave door.
“Get a move on, Donald!” Ruhl shouted roughly. “We haven’t got all day!”
“And welcome back to you, Master Ruhl,” the man replied in a bad-tempered tone. Nonetheless, Maddie noted that he quickened his pace.
The new arrivals milled uncertainly by the barred gate to the cave, not sure what was to happen next. Will could see now that the rope joining them passed through metal rings on heavy boiled leather collars, each one fastened with an individual lock. The man with the keys unlocked the barred gate.
Apparently someone inside the cave made an attempt to come out, because he snarled and prodded with the club into the darkness.
Satisfied that the cave’s inhabitants were settled, he then turned to the first
prisoner in line and unshackled the collar, prodding the boy with his club to drive him into the cave.
Ruhl watched as the man called Donald repeated the process for the next two prisoners. Then, satisfied that things were moving smoothly, Ruhl moved to the eating enclosure, tying his horse to one of the uprights and glaring at the other man who had been in the camp and who now stood staring vacantly at his leader.
“Bring me a drink, curse you, Thomas!” Ruhl snarled. “I’ve been in the saddle all day!”
“Not a lot of love lost between them,” Will murmured as the man hurried to fetch Ruhl a dark jug and several tankards. Ruhl poured a large measure and drank deeply, sighing with satisfaction as he finished. The Storyman and the other rider dismounted and joined him. In the hierarchy of the gang, the three of them were obviously on the top rank. Ruhl was the undisputed leader, and the Storyman and the cloaked man were his lieutenants. The others were simply the rank and file.
Ruhl and his two cohorts relaxed and drank, laughing from time to time as they talked, while Donald and the other men shoved and cursed at the children, forcing them into the cave.
“Must be getting crowded in there,” Maddie ventured.
Will glanced sidelong at her.
“Ten prisoners in all, you said,” she continued. “You’d need a pretty big cave to keep them all comfortable. And most caves tend to be small.”
The last prisoner was shoved roughly into the cave, and then the barred door was slammed shut behind him and locked. From their vantage point on the cliff top, they could hear the rattle of the heavy key. One of the three who had been guarding the prisoners en route to the cove gathered up the heavy rope and leather collars. The man with the keys, Donald, returned to the central area of the camp, replacing the big key ring on the post whence he had taken it.
“Get some food ready,” Ruhl ordered. “We’ve been traveling all day.”
Obviously Donald and the other man, Thomas, were detailed to look after the menial work around the campsite. Will filed that information away. If it came to a fight, they could be left till last. They were unlikely to be particularly aggressive or quick witted. Men like them did as they were told.
They rarely thought for themselves. And, from what Will had seen of Ruhl so far, he seemed to be a man who would discourage individual thinking among
The camp settled into what seemed its normal routine. Around seven in the evening, the man Ruhl had called Thomas took food and water to the cave. Donald accompanied him, unlocking the barred door and making sure none of the occupants tried to escape. The tide had turned and was beginning to run in once more, creeping slowly up the beach and covering the wide expanse of rippled sand that had been exposed by the low tide.
Maddie and Will remained watching until the bearded Ranger touched her shoulder and jerked a thumb back toward the small stand of trees where they had left the horses.
“Looks like they’ve settled in for the night. We might as well get some rest ourselves. We’ll come back before dawn and figure a way to get the kids out.”
“Just us, against eleven men?” Maddie asked.
Will gave her a long, grave look, then nodded. “Just us, against eleven men.”
They crept back to the copse of trees, although there was really no need for stealth. The slavers were all asleep in their tents and the beach was at least twenty meters lower than the ground on which they stood. They watered the horses and unsaddled them. Then they had a cold meal of dried beef, fruit and flat bread. Maddie lifted the battered old coffeepot and raised an eyebrow at Will. But he shook his head.
“No fire,” he said briefly. “They might smell the smoke. Or they might decide to have a look around the area.”
They drank water from their canteens. There was no running water in the vicinity and the small pond they had passed was slime-covered and stagnant.
They rolled out their blankets. Maddie looked at Will.
“Should we set a watch?” she asked and he nodded.
“We should keep an eye on the beach to see if anything happens,” he said.
“I’ll take the first four hours.”
She calculated quickly. That meant that Will would be standing watch twice during the night, to her once. She shrugged. That was only fair, she thought, as she crawled into her blankets.
She watched his dark figure ghost away into the night. A few minutes later she was asleep. She wasn’t concerned about anyone catching her unawares. Bumper and Tug would give adequate warning if someone approached the little camp.
But just to be on the safe side, she slept with her sling twined around her right hand and her shot bag beside her head.
