{"id":447,"date":"2009-06-05T09:45:13","date_gmt":"2009-06-05T14:45:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crysodenkirk.com\/blog\/?p=447"},"modified":"2009-06-08T15:12:21","modified_gmt":"2009-06-08T20:12:21","slug":"a-spot-of-trouble-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crysodenkirk.com\/blog\/2009\/06\/a-spot-of-trouble-part-1\/","title":{"rendered":"A Spot of Trouble part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Down!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A hand shoots out and yanks me by the collar, hauling me to the ground behind a fallen tree.<\/p>\n<p>Inches from my face, a spear sprouts from the jungle floor where I&#8217;m sprawled. I flinch away, scrambling to brace against the rotting trunk we&#8217;re hiding behind.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t think they like you,&#8221; she adds.<\/p>\n<p>I spare a grin for my shipmate, a blonde little bird who could probably out-forest these trolls if she wasn&#8217;t burdened with me.<\/p>\n<p>Soggy wood rains down on us as another spear thunks into the top of the decaying tree.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Feeling&#8217;s mutual&#8221; I quip back.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It strikes me,&#8221; she continues philosophically, &#8220;that we &#8211;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>We both flatten to the ground again, two more spears whistling past.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;&#8211;we, meaning you,&#8221; she pats my shoulder sadly, &#8220;and only thereby, me, are in a spot of trouble.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->&#8220;Less talking. More running.&#8221; I nod west. Ship&#8217;s gotta be over there somewhere.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You got it?&#8221; Leaf-green eyes drop to the bulging pouch tied to my belt. &#8220;Captain won&#8217;t be happy we come back empty handed.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, yeah, I got his trinket, Jarathei.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The spears have stopped. That can only mean one thing. I look up into the trees. That&#8217;s where they&#8217;ll come crashing in from.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Go!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Keep up, city girl.&#8221; She leaps from the ground into a dead sprint.<\/p>\n<p>Cursing, I follow suit. I am much slower. I got angry the first time she called me a &#8220;soft aristocrat with the grace of a fatted hog,&#8221; but watching her weave through the dense foliage, I can only agree. If I survive this&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t hear them anymore. That bodes ill. They must be closing in above me.<\/p>\n<p>Light ahead. A break in the tangled vines. Jarathei is backing toward me&#8230; she looks back once, then she is running&#8230; she leaps&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Oh Light, no.<\/p>\n<p>I break from the trees and watch her sailing out into the air, and down&#8230; and down&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>There are rocks right at the bottom of the cliff, but the river is wide and deep here. Jarathei has cleared the outcrop easily&#8230; but if I don&#8217;t&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Keep up, city girl,&#8221; I mutter to myself, stepping back from the edge to build up momentum.<\/p>\n<p>A flash of blue and red drops between me and the ledge, but it&#8217;s too late. I&#8217;m already running full tilt at the edge. I barrel into the troll, and we both fly into the open air.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Down!&#8221; A hand shoots out and yanks me by the collar, hauling me to the ground behind a fallen tree. Inches from my face, a spear sprouts from the jungle floor where I&#8217;m sprawled. 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