Urien is going to flay Accolon alive in Ch 12/Sc 2 of RAGING SEA by @KimHeadlee #amwriting

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Accolon needs all the luck he can muster in today's excerpt from Raging Sea to keep Urien from killing him for allowing Morghe to get hurt.

But first Accolon must find a way to keep her alive.

Previous excerpts of Raging Sea 
Chapters 1–6 in Raging Sea: Reckonings

 Chapter 7: Sc 1 | Sc 2 | Sc 3 | Sc 4 | Sc 5a | Sc 5b |
Chapter 8: Sc 1a | Sc 1b | Sc 2 | Sc 3a | Sc 3b |
Chapter 9: Sc 1a | Sc 1b | Sc 1c | Sc 1d | Sc 1e |
Chapter 10: Sc 1a | Sc 1b | Sc 2a | Sc 2b | Sc 3a | Sc 3b | Sc 3c |
Chapter 11: Sc 1a |  Sc 1b | Sc 1c | Sc 2 | Sc 3a | Sc 3b |
Chapter 12: Sc 1a | Sc 1b | Sc 1c |

Raging Sea Chapter 12, Scene 2

©2016 by Kim Headlee

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Kneeling with Morghe’s head and shoulders supported on his lap, Accolon watched the old Pict sprint at ground level with surprising speed to keep pace with the archer fleeing across the rooftop. The pair vanished beyond the end of the warehouse, and Accolon returned his attention to Morghe. Her eyes were squeezed shut from the pain, her breath was coming in short pants, beads of sweat dotted her brow, and her face was whitening by the moment.

Urien was going to flay him alive.

There didn’t appear to be a second assassin. He and Elian shared a nod, and the centurion brandished his rank and shouted for the crowd to stand back and give Morghe air. To the crippled man’s credit, not one person dared to disobey.

“You,” Elian said to a young man whose rigid bearing proclaimed him to be one of the off-duty recruits. “Bring medics!”

“Aye, Centurion!” The man thumped a quick salute and veered toward the fortress at a dead run.

Morghe groaned and started swatting at the arrow. “Get it out!”

Accolon grasped her hands to still them, shaking his head. “You might bleed to death. I can’t take that risk. The medics will—”

She gritted her teeth and gripped his hand hard. “You be the medic.” Her grip and jaw relaxed, but her eyes remained tight with pain. “Please.”

Elian was already sacrificing strips of his tunic. He pressed the wad into Accolon’s hand and knelt to steady Morghe’s shoulders. Accolon could only stare at the centurion, fighting to quell his rising panic. Elian’s countenance darkened. “This is no different than field dressing a wounded soldier. Get on with it, man!”

A soldier was the absolute last association he’d ever make with Morghe, but it did help a little. He drew his dagger. Miraculously, his hand didn’t shake as he lowered the point to her shoulder. “Chieftainess, I need to enlarge the wound a bit so the arrowhead’s barbs won’t do more damage. Are you sure you don’t want to wait for the medics?”

She inhaled a long, gasping breath. “Go ahead,” she whispered.

With a nod at Elian, who tightened his grip on Morghe, Accolon began the bloody task.

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