Daughter of Two Worlds: The Aun Series, #3
By Lee Bezotte
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Deceived into slavery, a young girl with autism must fight to free herself before she is lost to her family forever.
With a preference for the world of make-believe over real life, young Maren becomes an easy target for unscrupulous slavers. Taken to the great city of Ahmcathare, she is forced to serve a brutish master or be punished severely. Desperate to escape, she must do battle with her owner, travel over treacherous countryside, and reunite with her friends before the slavers recapture her for good. It's a race against time in this exciting tale of focus and freedom.
Daughter of Two Worlds is a tense fantasy story of purpose and destiny. If you like page-turning storytelling, exciting adventure, and lots of heart, then you'll love this captivating novel from Lee Bezotte.
Lee Bezotte
Lee Bezotte was born, raised, and still lives in the midwest. He is the father to three sons (two of them on the autism spectrum) and husband to the love of his life for twenty-four years. He spends much of his energy leading a local mission but occasionally comes up for air to write, travel, and walk winding trails. Lee can be found at www.leebezotte.com where he writes about life from a perspective of humor, passion, and grace. Feel free to visit and sign up for his email list to get up-to-date information about his forthcoming novels.
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Daughter of Two Worlds - Lee Bezotte
Daughter of Two Worlds
Copyright (C) 2020 by Lee Bezotte All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: July 2020
Printed in the United States of America
Insparket Media
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Moline, IL 61266
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ISBN: 978-0-9976915-0-4
eISBN: 978-0-9976915-1-1
No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Contents
Chapter One: Two Worlds
Chapter Two: Indulgences
Chapter Three: Nothing is Free
Chapter Four: A Dearer Price
Chapter Five: A Business Transaction
Chapter Six: What’s Left Behind
Chapter Seven: Wages and Cages
Chapter Eight: Open Sores
Chapter Nine: The Cost of Pie
Chapter Ten: Ahmcathare
Chapter Eleven: No Easy Way
Chapter Twelve: The Road is Long
Chapter Thirteen: Betrayal
Chapter Fourteen: Ocmallum
Chapter Fifteen: A Heart to Fight For
Chapter Sixteen: Return to Laor
Chapter Seventeen: The Wisdom of Mules
This book is dedicated to the quirky, misunderstood daughters and sons. Our world would be drab and dull without you.
CHAPTER ONE
Two Worlds
This time you won’t escape me, Smarmy Kidd Black!
Maren shouted as she playfully smacked her mule with a twig.
Don’t bet on it! she imagined him to reply. The rest of my pirate gang will be along any minute.
Well, if they come, they’ll fall right into my trap,
the young girl whooped as the cold wind whipped her long hair into slender, dark fingers that danced in the air. Though she preferred to wear an elegant woolen dress every day, her appearance was wild and unkempt, and she seldom cleaned up without significant coaxing. On this day, she was especially filthy since that was the state in which she envisioned her swashbuckling alter ego to be. Adding to her zealous warning she let out a forceful, Ha ha ha ha haaaa!
Interrupting her daydream, she heard the voice of Son call out, Stop torturing Earl and come help in the garden!
Maren stopped what she was doing as her fantasy threatened to evaporate in the breeze. She massaged her right ear and looked in her guardian’s direction with a blank expression. As she stood there, she continued the scene she was acting out in a quiet whisper, not really paying attention to what was being spoken to her. In her mind, the story had begun and she could not give audience to anything else until its completion.
This is the third time I’ve called you to come over,
the boy chided. We all have to do our chores or we won’t be able to plant on time.
As he was still talking, Maren moved onto the donkey’s back and grabbed a handful of his mane. I’m just going to put Earl in the barn first,
she explained.
Okay, but please do hurry,
Son said. I’m going to have to go inside to start dinner soon.
Ignoring his urging, the girl rode slowly up toward the barn, continuing her fanciful adventure in a hushed voice. Get moving, Smarmy Black. I’m taking you to prison.
No cell can hold me for long, the mule replied. And when I get out, I’ll have my revenge. He then whinnied and shook his head as he plodded along past the garden.
When they reached the barn, Maren slid off of the donkey’s back, opened the door, and led him inside. She then turned around and closed the door so that both of them were shut in together, allowing her to play, for a little while longer, outside of the view of others.
What should we read, Earl?
she asked the animal as she ran to the back of the barn where several of her books were stashed.
You decide, she imagined him to say.
"All right then, I choose The Marauders of Mydais," she announced.
As she searched for the book, Earl sniffed at the floor, lowered his head, and slowly brought himself down into a bed of hay and wood shavings. Once situated, he munched on the hay contentedly, occasionally looking up at her. Once she found the book she was looking for, she ran over to him, sat down, and leaned back against his side.
As she read aloud, her mind took her far away to fantastic adventures and perilous escapes. She had no idea how much time had passed until the waning light in the barn made it difficult to keep reading.
She was about to put the book away and head to the garden when she heard Son yell, Maren! Dinner!
Immediately, she returned the book to its place in the back of the barn and ran to the house to eat.
Son sat across the small kitchen table from Maren, watching the steam rise from his bowl and pondering the last few days. As they ate the vegetable soup he had prepared, he wished that Dulnear and Faymia would hurry home from their hunting trip. Whenever his patience with Maren would run low, Faymia always seemed to have the right thing to say, and an endless gracious tone.
Trying his best to sound gentle yet firm, he said to the girl, Maren, I really need you to keep up with your chores. I can’t run the farm all by myself.
Looking down into her bowl of soup, she said, I know,
and slurped up another spoonful.
This is very important,
her guardian added.
I know,
she said again, making an odd face at the carrots dancing about in their pool of warm broth.
Suspecting that she wasn’t really listening, Son’s neck stiffened. His lips tightened and he spoke a little louder. Look at me, Maren.
The girl massaged her ear and stared blankly up at the young man.
Many times today, I called you over and tried to get you to help in the garden but you never came,
he complained. Why don’t you just stop playing and come?
he asked.
Still staring, Maren answered plainly, I came when you called for dinner.
Frustrated that she seemed to be missing the point he was trying to make, Son’s face grew flush and his voice raised even more. That’s what I’m trying to explain,
he said. You don’t want to do your part but you certainly want to eat your fill.
Just then, a strange half-smile began to curl upward from the left side of Maren’s mouth. It was as if an unseen finger was pushing it, and a quiet chuckle forced its way out through her nose.
Offended that the girl seemed to find humor in his frustration, his cheeks burned and his blue eyes narrowed. This isn’t humorous!
he snapped. Why are you laughing?
Maren seemed genuinely surprised by Son’s anger. She massaged her ear more aggressively, swallowed, and answered, I was thinking about Smarmy Kidd Black.
Son glared at the young girl. He was beside himself with the feeling that she neither desired to do her part, nor cared how her distraction impacted his burden of responsibility. He wanted to accuse her of laughing at him. He wanted to scold her harshly and send her to bed. His inability to discern whether he was dealing with Maren’s graymind or just rude behavior made choosing a response difficult.
Finally, he took a deep breath, exhaled, and admonished, I’m glad that you like your books. Fantastic stories of pirates and adventure are exciting and fun. However, we live in a real world where chores need to be done, your clothes need to be washed, and your hair needs to be brushed. Ignoring the things you need to do now only brings more trouble and work later.
The girl continued to stare at Son with a vacant expression. Eventually, her eyes focused on his. As they did, she cleared her throat and said, I like my stories. They’re my friends.
The young caretaker tried hard to comprehend what the girl meant. He wished to impress upon her some sort of virtue that she would grasp, so he began, You are part of the Great Father’s story. It is the greatest tale ever written and you get to choose your role in it.
He then paused to consider his words. Will your role be that of a character who spends their days in a trance, shackled by entertainment and indulgence? Or will it be that of a hero, choosing the difficult yet rewarding challenges of life? Do you want to be a main character or a footnote? The choice is yours, Maren.
Feeling satisfied with his speech, he then relaxed and lifted a spoonful of soup to his mouth.
Maren’s eyes slowly turned downward to her soup. She stirred her spoon in the bowl, causing the vegetables to race around the sides of the bowl as they crashed into each other. She then finished her dinner without saying another word.
That evening, as Maren lay down in her bed, she gazed into the darkness of her modest bedroom. As she did, she spoke out loud, as if someone was there with her. I’m an excellent gardener,
she said. In fact, I’m one of the best. But someone has to keep the farm safe from pirates. They’re an ever-present danger!
The girl couldn’t understand why Son seemed so upset at dinner. It was unreasonable for him to be cross just because she didn’t do her chores right away. After all, she said she would do them and her word was her bond. If he was impatient, then that was his problem. Maybe if you spent more time patrolling, then I wouldn’t have to,
she continued to argue. And who else is going to keep Earl company?
she added. You know he’s fragile.
As the night drifted on, Maren’s thoughts shifted. It had been a couple of years since she had lost her parents on the road from Ahmcathare to Blackcloth, and she still missed them dearly. Though she struggled to recall specific experiences, she pined for her mother’s calm voice and friendly flow. What a wonderful drawing!
she said in her best grown-up voice.
Why thank you, Momma,
she answered back in her own. I drew it for you.
You are very special to me and Daddy,
the grown-up voice added.
With that, a tear found its way out of the young girl’s eye and was followed by a burning sensation. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand and then touched her tongue to the tear so she could taste the saltiness. Uh huh,
she said back in her own voice.
Another tear came, and then another, until her tired eyes grew heavy and she succumbed to dreams and shadows.
The next morning, Maren sat reading a book on the back of her mule as it grazed about the farm. It was still early in the season and patches of tender grass weren’t easy to find. As Earl roamed about, the young girl made sure to steer him away from places that Son could easily see as he was working in the garden.
We can’t be seen by Dirtclod McGee,
she warned the donkey.
Why not? she imagined the mule asking before he gathered another mouthful of cold, damp grass.
Because he will enslave us and force us to work in the potato mines,
she explained.
Ah, the potato mines. I’ll never go back there, Earl declared. Your safety is my first charge, m’lady.
Then ride on,
Maren ordered before returning to her book. As she read the tale aloud, she lost herself within a world of magic heroes and devious enemies, acting out each scene as if she were experiencing everything the main characters were experiencing. Though there was peril and adventure on every page, she somehow felt safe in that world. The wind was never too cold, the labor never too hard, and the people were as lovely and colorful as she imagined them to be. She never really feared the villains because they always lost in the end, and the brave champions had no flaws, never raised their voices, and never made the other characters do their chores. She often wished that she could live inside of her books, and it made her grumpy when she had to put them away.
As the morning grew late, Earl found grass growing more plentifully where the ground sloped up to meet the road. He continued to chomp, then move on to the next patch of green, until the farm gradually faded in the distance behind them.
When Maren looked up from her book, she realized that they were headed toward the village, away from the house. Her first feelings were of panic and dread, but those quickly turned to relief. We did it!
she declared. We escaped from Dirtclod McGee! He won’t be bothering us now!
Let’s hope we can avoid his accomplices, the mule returned.
Yes, we have to keep going,
she said, and they traveled all the way into Laor.
Laor was a small town with a pub, an inn, and a few shops situated around a square. As they were approaching the village, Maren noticed that there were many more people milling about than usual. They were enjoying pastries, laughing, and carrying on about a festival. Moving closer to the square, she could hear music and see folks dancing and celebrating. The smells and sounds of fun and merriment roused her senses. It had been a long time since she had seen such a sight.
Maren’s heart beat faster and an excitement rose up in her chest. She couldn’t believe her luck. She tied her mule to a nearby hitching post and began walking around the outside of the crowd, searching for the source of those delicious-looking pastries. Finally, she approached a boy who appeared to be about her age. He dressed differently from the children she usually saw in Laor. His clothing looked expensive, and he had dark-brown hair that swept across his forehead. Before she had a chance to say anything to him, he introduced himself. I’m Micah, what’s your name?
he asked.
Maren,
she replied eagerly. How can I partake in the celebration?
Oh, I’ll show you,
Micah offered happily. "It