Chapter Four
The next day they moved into position. The Hawk watched from a hilltop.
When he saw the first group of slaves being motioned towards the big
pots where the cooks were working, he signaled his people, and they
started to move down the road as The Hawk had hoped.
2 When they approached the gate, the guards in the towers simply waved
and signaled for the gates to be opened. The Hawk and his people
marched in, while The Frns gathered. Many of the guards around the
slaves carelessly walked away, anxious for the letters that the caravan
usually carried. Almost the entire column was in the gate before the
War Leader in charge even approached. "You're not the man who was
supposed to bring this caravan!" he questioned. "I don't even know you.
Where's your papers?"
3 "Right here!" answered The Hawk. He struck the man soundly in the
face, knocking him to the ground. "Now!" he cried.
4 His bowmen dropped and their arrows were striking the defenders on
the wall, and those guarding the slaves before The Frns knew what was
happening.
5 "Children of Spirit," cried The Hawk, "we're your countrymen! There's
weapons in the ox carts!"
6 Many of the slaves needed no further encouragement. They seized up
the weapons of the dead guards and attacked those near them.
7 Now, The Frn trumpets were sounding, and as the soldiers rushed
forward, they fought bravely, but The Hawk's deception had taken them
too much by surprise. The slaves were pouring out of the mines, their
tools now their weapons.
8 The Frn War Leader awoke, finding a sword at his throat, and saw the
desperate position his men were in. Half of them were already dead or
wounded.The other half were still fighting, but the attacker's