Chapter 17
Davien felt powerful. Why should he not. For the moment he was a giant. The giant, Rip, had ceded control to Davien, and they were hustling to the fight that could be heard down near the cooking pot. In, RIp’s voice, Davien could hear himself shout, “Stop what yer doin’ boy-o’s!”
The two giants stopped momentarily as they heard, Rip. Their leader, however, was a long way off and the dwarves were right there with them. “No can do, Rip, they took me eye!” Tear screamed in obvious agony.
“Yeah, no can do, Rip, they took me eye!” Break screamed, then he screamed a correction, “Err, no can do, RIp, they took his eye.” Break, was clearly frustrated at repeating himself. He took it out on the table where he kept his utensils, knocking everything off before flipping the table on its side. “Dammit, Break! They took his eye.” To accentuate this he gestured wildly behind him in, Tear’s, direction.
Leira and the dwarves wasted no further time and they took off running. Leira, the fastest, lead the dwarves up and northwards, hoping to gain an advantage of higher ground, or at least a better view of their surroundings.
They could hear, Tear and Break, not far behind when suddenly the trees in front of them swayed before, Rip, stepped in front of them. Rip motioned for them to be quiet with a finger placed to his lips and then pointed further up the valley towards the cave he had just come from. “Go,” He whispered as quietly as he could.
The dwarves, stunned, looked up at, Rip, just a moment too long and they were rewarded with a small but sturdy tree landing in their midst. “Get um, Rip! That is our breakfast you are staring at.”
Rip, still under Davien’s control, looked the speaker, Break, and said, “Nah, I think not.” With that statement, RIp, charged as, Tear, entered view.
Tear, had only a moment to shout a confused, “What?” Before being tackled by, Rip.
“Get ta tha cave,” Rip said this in-between deep breaths. The muscles in his arms and neck stood taut as he tried his best to keep, Tear, from getting up. In the meantime, Break, was kicking Rip in his sides and legs shouting for him to let, Tear, go.
Leira, having not stopped, was well ahead of the dwarves in their flight towards the cave. She dared to glance back, having reached a small clearing amongst the trees, and saw tree-tops swaying furiously back and forth. Break, continued to shout for, Rip, to let, Tear, go but, Leira, could no longer see any of it.
She waited just long enough for the first dwarf, the one with black hair, to reach her before continuing. The giants may have been able to traverse the valley in short order, but others of lesser stature took much longer and she despaired that a single giant could hold off two long enough to find her debilitated son. Her curiosity about their change in fortunes would have to wait, she decided. First she needed to find her son, and the best place she had to look is in the giant, Rip’s, cave.