
…58…59…60. He knelt and felt at the tree trunk, his fingers searching for familiar limb patterns. It wasn’t easy with the pine nettles stinging his face, and trying to gouge his eyes; but slowly the familiar shapes revealed themselves under his touch. He looked around furtively for any trace that he had been followed, but on this moonless night, nothing could be seen anyway. He opened his senses to scents on the wind, or out of place whispers among the pines.
Only once he was satisfied that he was alone did he lay down and start digging into the soft soil at the bottom of the tree. Reaching in among the gnarled roots, he wrapped his fingers around his prize. He froze, listening again. Was that a footstep? He didn’t move until he was certain that it was nothing.
Carefully he eased his treasure out of its hole and drew it to his chest. He listened again, then refilled the hole. Clutching the bundle close, he got up and moved to a larger pine nearby. This one was tall enough that he could crawl under it’s dense branches. In the relative safety, he unwrapped the bundle, revealing the small sea chest inside. His eyes darted all around the inky black beyond the tree as he pulled a key from under his shirt. Quietly he opened the chest, finding instant ease as the aroma of his private treasure wafted up over his face.
It was too dark to see anything, so after wiping his hand on the cloth, he reached inside letting his fingers close around the familiar objects. He sighed as pleasurable sensations flowed through him. Tension flowed away, and he closed his eyes and smiled as he leaned wearily against the tree trunk. He felt deeper, past the comforting shapes to the silken softness below. He hungered to indulge himself fully, but he couldn’t. …not now, not yet.
He drew a package from under his shirt, and stuffed it into the chest. Then he locked the chest tight again and returned the key to its secret pocket. Warily, he emerged from his hiding place and started pacing himself back to the path. He had much yet to do, and he wanted to be at the treasury when it opened in the morning…
© 2009 Black Strand (aka: Wordsmith)
(RPoL: 7th Sea: The World Beyond)