"Stand back," the old man said as he pushed something on the wall.
A loud groaning sound followed, seconded by the movement of the stones which covered the mouth of the hut. Darkness stretched as far as they could see and for the passing moment, Bella couldn't help the thought of being trapped in a confined space, with someone she was meeting for the first time. The last time something like this had happened was the day they had burned her village to the ground. The men had killed her parents too and had left her to feed on anguish and sorrow.
"Welcome to our village," the man's crooking voice reverberated on the rough wall. But for the snorting of the horses, silence spoke vehemently, portraying the fright that was presumably building up in the hearts of the children, and when they thou
