Story of Ninth Nazgul part IVSoon, Uvatha relaxed in hot bath with deep sigh of pleasure. It was a rare luxury, which he hasn’t experienced for a long time. The tub was ready before his arrival, and beside stood a brass cauldron with water heated on the furnace. All necessary utensils and clean change of clothes lay on a chair nearby.
The garment fell to his liking; unlike to his own, lightweight and comfortable, including breeches, shirt and long, black coat with a deep hood, which seemed identical to the one worn by Indur.
When water got cool, Uvatha finally dried himself with a towel, then dressed new clothes and girded his weapon, waiting for an audience.
Soon, there was a knock and Indur entered promptly, also in new, clean robes, without weapon. His waved hair were pulled now with thin, silver headband and shirt he changed on a long tunic, in fashion of Numenor.
Uvatha looked at him from feet to head, making exaggerate awe sound.
- I’m impressed… Ye even got some dignity. -
Story of Ninth Nazgul part IIIIndur barely ruled over self; his hands were shaking noticeably. After riding few miles, he abruptly pulled the reins, taking deep breaths and trembling with nervousness.
Uvatha also stopped.
- What the hell was that?! - he almost screamed - Fellow…?
Older Nazgul only shook his head. Uvatha fumbled for a moment in the saddlebags, then unpluged and handed to him canteen with rest of strong wine.
Indur drank the entire content in one gulp and felt a little calmer, when pleasant warmth flowed down his stomach. He closed eyes, trying to collect scattered thoughts.
- Speak. - urged him Uvatha - I'm fucking scared…
- Me too… - he muttered - I don’t know how to explain… I… Feel strange recently. Anyway, I won’t talk in vain, when behind us may follow a chase. Let's move, we'll talk later. - Uvatha nodded. Indur looked at him closely - How's your leg? -
- It's just a scratch.
- Good, then let's go.
Soon, the dawn approa