Book2:KigdomIteDreams (第232/246页)

y‘yes’...”

    “MustbeawronghoughtAishaandhungupthephone.Sheturnedaroundinherbedandpreparedtogobacktosleep.Afewmier,thephagain.Therecordedmessagecameonagain.Curioustoknowwhatitwasalbout,Aishasaid“Yes”.Thecallwasectedandthevoiceofayounggirlcameontalkingfastandurgently,

    “Idon’tknowwhyIammakingthiscallorwhereIgotthisnumberfrowasarrestedstnightfortheftandamnowatthexxxtyjaiwaitingtrial.TheysaidIcouldbereleasedifsomeoedbailforme.Pleasehelpme.Please.Please.Thisprisonisreallyuntenable!I’tstayhereaminutelonger.Ibegyou,pleasegetmeoutofhere,mydeargenerousdy.”

    “YousayyournameisDorna?”askedAisha.

    “Yes,itis.”

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    “What’syourstname?”

    “Idon’thaveone.Idon’tknowwhomyparentsare,sotheycallmeDornaX.Yourvoiceissosweet.Youmustbebothbeautifundkind.Pleasebailmeout,dy.”

    “Alright.Don’tworry.Whichtyjaildidyousayyouarein?”Doredtheinformation.“Gotit.Iwilleforyou.Howmuchwasthebailsetfor?”

    “I’mnotsure.Ithinkitwasfor10,000becausemineisaminormisdemeanorforpickpocketing.”

    “I’llbethere.”

    “Thankyou.Thankyou,mydeargenerousdy.”

    Aishahungupthephone,wideawakeandsatuponherbedthinkingabouttheyounggirlcalledDorna.

    “Thenamesoundssofamiliar.WhoissheandwheredidIeacrossit?”Shegotoutofbed,pulledonherdressinggownandwalkedintothekitforacupofwake-upcoffee.Walkingbacktoherbedroom,shepassedherstudyandsawthatthelightsonherputerwaswerestillon.Sherememberedshewasreseargsomematerialonthewebstnightaboutthesiteofanabattlegroundthathadjustretlybeendiscovered.Ithadbeenburiedunderwindandsandforoverathousandyearsandhadolybeendiscoveredbyarcheologists.Theyfoundaburntoutpace,skeletonsofwarriorsandtheknivesandarrowsusedbythemscatteredalroundthepceasifafiercebattlehadbeenfoughtthere.Shesuddenlyrememberedthatinherdream,shesawayounggirlholdingKingDimitri’ssword,whosenamewasDorna.

    “Ahyes!”SheledthewarriorsandfoughtbravelyagainstCyclopsandhisinvadingarmyofbarbariansoldierssothatIandthebadlywoundedMedusacouldretreatsafely.Yes,yes.That’sDorna.Couldthegirlwhojustcalledbeher?CouldIhavebeenlivinghalfasleepandhalfawakethesestfewdays,dreamingbutstillw?AstrangeexperiehatgirlturnsouttobetheDornainmydreams...Imustgoandbailheroutatonce.”Aishalookedattheclock.Itwasonly7:30a.m.Regardlessoftheearlinessofthetime,shecalledherfriendandwyer,askinghimtomeetheratthetyjaindbailoutagirlcalledDorna.

    Aishaandherwyergottothepeiaryearlyinthem,buttheprocedurestheyhadtoghweresloainstaking.Alotoftimeentontingthecashandverifyingitsauthenticity.terfeitmoneywasrunningrampantandthepoliceweretakingnocesofbeingdupedandughedat.WhenDornaknewsomeonehadetobailherout,herimpatienewnobounds.Shefeltlikeasmallbirdinacage,frantictorushouttoherfreedom,butthecold,solidwallsoftheprisonfencedherin.Shecouldonlypahercellrestlesslyandanxiously,fidgetyatthedey.Itwasn’tuntilnoonthatshewasledoutofhercelltothewaitisidetheprison.Dornalookedaround.HereyesimmediatelyzoomedinonawomanstandingbytheFrendow.Amidaroomfulofpeople,allfriendsaiveswhohaveetobailpeopleoutofprison,hernobleademeanorstoodoutabove