often wondered why she didn’t wear a patch,
but never inquired. Morgan adjusted her head to see into the room with her good
eye.
“I’m
here, Morgan. Sir Asher is here too.” I stood and slowly carried my aching
bones to the door. Straw crunched under my feet.
“Oh
mine boy, Tristen! Ye knoweth how I love thee so! The friar is in the kitchen
waiting forn ye. He said ye must hurry. He has sent all of the soldiers from
the back hallway to prayer and they will return soon. Go down the left hall,
then the next left hall. No shortcuts!” The lock on the jail door clicked and I
thanked the Lord silently as Chef Morgan leaned on the door to open it.
“Sir
Asher! Let’s go. Quickly!” I looked back at him, but he was already on his feet
rushing toward me. Chef Morgan stood out of our way against the painted walls
of the dungeon entrance. On my way past her I kissed her old cheek under her
good eye, because frankly, the glass eye gave me the willies. I had always
tried never to look directly at it. She threw her arms around me and picked me
up whilst hugging me and cooing, “Oh, hee hee!” For good measure I hugged her
round body lightly, gave her a pat then followed Sir Asher down the vacant
hall. I didn’t look back, but amidst the chef’s giggles, I heard the prison
door lock again.
A
knight wears his sword like a lady wears her gems, with pride. I always felt
naked without my sword and as we tore down the hall I wished I had mine. I saw
Sir Ash reach down to his side and knew he felt the same way I did. It occurred
to me to rush the armory, but I didn’t dare risk it at the time. I hoped Friar
Thespis had sense enough to know that I would need armor and supplies. As I
thought of this, I also hoped Jadorion had found Vivian and delivered my
message. The trepidation I felt was unexplainable; I needed to get to my lady!
As
we sneakily ran to the kitchen with soft feet, it reminded me when Brendan and
I were boys and we would try to get food in the middle of the night without
being seen. Somehow Chef Morgan always seemed to know when food was missing but
she never blamed us, she would simply raise her good eye at me and holler,
“Golldurn rats robbed us agern!”
Even
in my youth the old coot had a disturbing fascination with me. She would
usually let me hide behind the wood bin when she knew my father was searching
for me and she would never give away my hideout. I always made sure to reward
her with goodies from the forest, like fresh berries or mushrooms which, for
some reason, she really liked. I absolutely hated the vial creation but to her
the fungus stools were better than rubies.
As
we approached the kitchen doorway, I grabbed the collar of Ash’s jacket as I
pulled my cloak around me with my other hand. Ash looked at me and I mouthed,
“Let’s be careful,” to him. He slowed his pace and we snuck up on the kitchen
staff. Luckily for us there was no ambush waiting, just Friar Thespis sitting
on a round stool eating a plain biscuit. When he saw us he promptly jumped off
the bench. He suspiciously eyed Sir Asher, “What’s he doing here?”
“Sir
Asher was trapped in jail with me. Chef Morgan was kind enough to let him out.”
I was starving and grabbed a pickled pork ear from a cutting board. Whatever
was being prepared for dinner smelled divine. I caught a hint of bacon and
cumin in the air and breathed deeply.
Friar
Thespis’ gaze at Ash softened, “Oh, I didn’t knowest ye were arrested too, my
boy. Accept my apology; I’m glad ye were released.”
Jadorion
charged through the backdoor. His clothes and hair were soaked. I jokingly
asked him if the sewer drowned him, he exclaimed “No! It’s raining outside but
that’s the least of our worries! The dragon is burning down houses in the
village.”
Nobody
moved an inch. We all seemed to be thinking about what Jadorion just bellowed.
Friar Thespis patiently reached for a monk’s cloak he had brought. It was
probably the same one I used
but never inquired. Morgan adjusted her head to see into the room with her good
eye.
“I’m
here, Morgan. Sir Asher is here too.” I stood and slowly carried my aching
bones to the door. Straw crunched under my feet.
“Oh
mine boy, Tristen! Ye knoweth how I love thee so! The friar is in the kitchen
waiting forn ye. He said ye must hurry. He has sent all of the soldiers from
the back hallway to prayer and they will return soon. Go down the left hall,
then the next left hall. No shortcuts!” The lock on the jail door clicked and I
thanked the Lord silently as Chef Morgan leaned on the door to open it.
“Sir
Asher! Let’s go. Quickly!” I looked back at him, but he was already on his feet
rushing toward me. Chef Morgan stood out of our way against the painted walls
of the dungeon entrance. On my way past her I kissed her old cheek under her
good eye, because frankly, the glass eye gave me the willies. I had always
tried never to look directly at it. She threw her arms around me and picked me
up whilst hugging me and cooing, “Oh, hee hee!” For good measure I hugged her
round body lightly, gave her a pat then followed Sir Asher down the vacant
hall. I didn’t look back, but amidst the chef’s giggles, I heard the prison
door lock again.
A
knight wears his sword like a lady wears her gems, with pride. I always felt
naked without my sword and as we tore down the hall I wished I had mine. I saw
Sir Ash reach down to his side and knew he felt the same way I did. It occurred
to me to rush the armory, but I didn’t dare risk it at the time. I hoped Friar
Thespis had sense enough to know that I would need armor and supplies. As I
thought of this, I also hoped Jadorion had found Vivian and delivered my
message. The trepidation I felt was unexplainable; I needed to get to my lady!
As
we sneakily ran to the kitchen with soft feet, it reminded me when Brendan and
I were boys and we would try to get food in the middle of the night without
being seen. Somehow Chef Morgan always seemed to know when food was missing but
she never blamed us, she would simply raise her good eye at me and holler,
“Golldurn rats robbed us agern!”
Even
in my youth the old coot had a disturbing fascination with me. She would
usually let me hide behind the wood bin when she knew my father was searching
for me and she would never give away my hideout. I always made sure to reward
her with goodies from the forest, like fresh berries or mushrooms which, for
some reason, she really liked. I absolutely hated the vial creation but to her
the fungus stools were better than rubies.
As
we approached the kitchen doorway, I grabbed the collar of Ash’s jacket as I
pulled my cloak around me with my other hand. Ash looked at me and I mouthed,
“Let’s be careful,” to him. He slowed his pace and we snuck up on the kitchen
staff. Luckily for us there was no ambush waiting, just Friar Thespis sitting
on a round stool eating a plain biscuit. When he saw us he promptly jumped off
the bench. He suspiciously eyed Sir Asher, “What’s he doing here?”
“Sir
Asher was trapped in jail with me. Chef Morgan was kind enough to let him out.”
I was starving and grabbed a pickled pork ear from a cutting board. Whatever
was being prepared for dinner smelled divine. I caught a hint of bacon and
cumin in the air and breathed deeply.
Friar
Thespis’ gaze at Ash softened, “Oh, I didn’t knowest ye were arrested too, my
boy. Accept my apology; I’m glad ye were released.”
Jadorion
charged through the backdoor. His clothes and hair were soaked. I jokingly
asked him if the sewer drowned him, he exclaimed “No! It’s raining outside but
that’s the least of our worries! The dragon is burning down houses in the
village.”
Nobody
moved an inch. We all seemed to be thinking about what Jadorion just bellowed.
Friar Thespis patiently reached for a monk’s cloak he had brought. It was
probably the same one I used
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