ÿþ<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> <HTML> <HEAD> <META HTTP-EQUIV="Content-Type" CONTENT="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"> <META NAME="GENERATOR" CONTENT="Mozilla/4.08 [en] (WinNT; I) [Netscape]"> <META NAME="Author" CONTENT="cipuser"> <TITLE>Once Upon An Eternity</TITLE> <style> <!-- /* Text Link Underline Remover Script- © Dynamic Drive (www.dynamicdrive.com) For full source code, installation instructions, 100's more DHTML scripts, and Terms Of Use, visit dynamicdrive.com */ a{text-decoration:none} //--> </style> </HEAD> <BODY TEXT="#9900cc" BGCOLOR="#000000" LINK="#33ff33" VLINK="#33ff33" ALINK="#5500FF"> <CENTER><B><BIG>~*Once Upon An Eternity*~</BIG></FONT> <BR><B>By Luna</B></FONT> <P><SMALL>In 1599, the palace of Conlon echoed with the whines of Prince Gabriel. &nbsp;Remaining in the royal bounds of King Robert of Brookville and Queen Anne and other nobles of the kingdom. &nbsp;In every chamber, you heard him complaining their ears out, frustrating them with a problem here and there. &nbsp;Poor lords and ladies, the prince was a head case to them, that made no sense. &nbsp;Until one day, all that changed.</SMALL>.. </CENTER> <P align=left><FONT color=#33ff33><B><SMALL>Chapter One</SMALL></B></FONT> <P align=left><SMALL>It was a typical day in the palace of Conlon in Brookville. Young Prince Gabriel and his good friend, Lord Francis Sullivan were practicing their fencing lessons. The prince and the lord were having a conversation between the clashing of their swords. However, their lessons discontinued when Lord Sullivan exclaimed, "You are getting what??!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Shh!" the prince warned "I do not want you announcing to the whole kingdom about my arranged marriage. Father just decided today." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"To who? Margaret of Leeds, Jacqueline of Birmingham, Elizabeth of Joliet& ?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"No" the prince interrupted, "to Abigail of Lunerford."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You did not say Abigail of Lunerford" Lord Sullivan dropped his sword in disbelief.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Why is she that hideous?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Worse! She's a monster! A witch! I had a few acquaintances with her and she has such a terrible temper that she can cut off your head with a snap of her fingers! She's a witch I tell you! You will feel nothing but agony with that girl!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Oh no!" the prince sat down and buried his head in his hands, "What am I to do?! I have only got a fortnight before the ceremony!" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Sullivan placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort his friend. "Can you talk to your father about this?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Are you absolutely mad?! My father wouldn't have it. He is difficult to talk to in the first place!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"The queen?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Impossible. She would not understand." The prince thought for a moment, "How am I supposed to marry a woman& "</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"witch& " Sullivan added.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"& with whom I am not in love or even acquainted with?" the prince said.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I wish I can help you out there, my friend. However it would take a miracle for you to get out of this."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I'm a dead man" Prince Gabriel thought and thought and thought until his head was about to explode. Moments later, his bright cyan eyes looked up as though he was struck by lightning. He stormed over to look outside the window. Lord Sullivan knew that look on his face.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Oh no" Lord Sullivan said.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I've got an idea!" the prince turned around.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Oh no" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I will flee from the kingdom and never return to these royal bounds!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You can't be serious, your majesty. Not again." He sighed.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"& And you are going to help me!" the prince insisted. Lord Sullivan could not believe what he was getting himself into.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Do you not realize that the king would have my head if I aided you in your escape?!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Do you not realize that I could banish you from the kingdom and have your title stripped, Lord Francis Sullivan? For I am the crowned prince of Brookville!" The young lord shook his head and hesitated, however he knew there was no choice. The prince has gone completely insane.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Alright" Sullivan answered, "I will help you."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The prince grinned, "Very well then. I leave tonight!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Tonight, your majesty?" Lord Sullivan hesitated again, but then the prince shot him a death glare, "& very well. Tonight I will send over my servant to show you the way." Sullivan added. With this the prince jumped for joy and gave his friend a hug. "Thank you, Francis! I knew I could always count on you!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"The king will surely have my head." Lord Sullivan said to himself.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The Princess Abigail of Lunerford was having quite a pleasant dream about her Lord Robinson until she felt a sharp kick in her side. Her auburn eyes snapped open, and she sat up quickly, gasping for breath. Disoriented for a moment, she shook her head and blinked several times. It was so bright and she didn't remember it being so bright in her room, not with the little dreary windows and the dark draperies. She groaned, realizing she wasn't in her room or at her palace. Looking at ropes that bounded her wrists and ankles, she remembered she was still kidnapped. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Get up." The man in the black garments looked down at her with an evil smirk. "And put these on." He tossed a handful of clothing at her. She looked at them and shook her head. They were filthy and muggy, definitely not suited for a princess. "What's wrong with the ones I've got on? I shall certainly not dress like a peasant. I am a princess."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>He didn't bother to look at her as he polished his sword carefully. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Indeed you are a princess, Abigail of Lunerford, but you will do as I say! And throw your royal garments into the fire!" he said.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You will not dress me up in this filth!" she spat. Suddenly the man extended his sword where the tip of the blade was a centimeter away from the princess' throat. His brown eyes were flaring, tired of her arrogance.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You will do as I ask, Princess, or unless you want this blade through that royal neck of yours." The princess stood petrified with tears welling up in her eyes. Then the man put his sword away and continued polishing it, "We're going to have to pass through Berfield, that little village yonder. No one wears your fine clothing there. I'm not going to have you attract attention so that your dear father will find us."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"He will certainly find us." Princess Abigail glared at the man stubbornly. "And when he does& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I'm sure he'll kill me. Yes, I've heard this before. But don't you know, Princess? The king doesn't even know you are missing yet. No one does. Apparently, you are on your way to your cousins." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"My father trusted you Sir Meyers& "</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Enough! Now put on those clothes and pick up camp. We leave immediately."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"The ropes." Abigail said blandly as she held out her bound hands.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I suppose you'll have to find your own way, but for now& " The man walked over and untied her. "And don't try anything funny, your majesty. The tip of my sword will be through your throat in a second."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>It was nearly past midnight was Francis Sullivan heard a knock on his chamber door. Groggily he sat up and lit his lantern, cursing under his breath. "Who in God's name would disturb me at this hour?" The knock got louder and the sound pounded his head. He threw aside his blanket, shivering at the freezing night and notices he left his window open. As went over to close it, the knock pounded louder and faster. He walked to the door and with a creak, he pulled it open. Before he could get one word out, the prince flew in slamming the door behind him. He leaned against the door with sweat on his forehead, catching his breath.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What in God's name& " Lord Sullivan held his head and closed his eyes, hoping that it was just a nightmare "Tis only a dream. Yes it is only a dream. Must have been what I had for supper. Yes indeed it was."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Shut up, Francis." The prince was still panting. "And wake up! The king is after me!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What?! And what in the world are you doing here?!" Francis was awake, "You are not going to drag me into this. Not now and not tonight! And how did you get here? Was my gate not locked?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The prince smirked "I am the crowned prince of Brookville. I have my ways." Suddenly his smirk disappeared the moment he heard the rumble of horses in the near distance. "Blast! He found me and he brought his Royal Guards!" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Well of course he's found you! Where else would you go but my estate?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I've got to hide!" The prince rushed frantically around the room, searching aimlessly for a place to hide.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You are not going to hide here. Gabriel, the king will kill me!" Francis panicked as well.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Suddenly, the chamber door flew open, and the two young men, fearing the worst, screamed. But is was not the king, just Snipes, one of Sullivan's servants. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Milord, the king is& " But he didn't get a chance to finish. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Francis Sullivan!" The voice roared. There was no mistaking it. It was the King Robert himself. "I know the prince is in there! Stand aside and open the gate!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The prince looked at his friend pleadingly with puppy dog eyes. "Please..."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Or you shall be arrested for the aiding of a criminal& " The king continued.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Francis, I can't get married& " the prince whispered</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"& And stripped of your title& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Francis looked at his friend, looked at Snipes who was very shaken, and then looked at the window. He sighed. "Snipes, go to the stables as quietly as possible and prepare the horses. We shall be out by the windows. Gabriel, there are ropes in my bureau. I've got to put on some clothes." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The young servant nodded and quickly ran from the room while the king continued to yell. "Gabriel! You are to come out immediately! I say NOW!" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Prince Gabriel found the ropes, and quickly knotted them together and at every few feet. He tied one end to the bedpost and tossed the other out of the window. He stuck his head out of the window, making sure the ropes were long enough. The prince looked down to his path to freedom and took a deep breath.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Luckily, the king had chosen the main path and was on the other side of the house. Snipes was outside ready with the horses. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Storm the gates!" The king thundered, and then the two friends could hear the loud thuds of the guards ramming the gates with the stone rod mounted on wheels. The king meant business. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Come on, Francis!" The prince hissed, and the young lord ran to grab one more item while at the same time attempting to button his shirt. He tossed two bags down to the waiting servant boy below the window, and proceeding to climb out of the window himself, cringing at every dull thud of the stone ramming the wooden gate. It sounded like it was about to give any moment now. He climbed down the knotted rope quickly, and the prince followed. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Snipes," The young lord said as he mounted one of the horses, "Summon the others I am on a business trip to Venice. And tell Lady Sarah that I shall not be calling upon her for a while. I can't believe I'm doing this again." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Safe journey, Master." Snipes said, and handed him the bags. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Gabriel!" And the gate gave with a loud crash. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"'Tis to be a wicked adventure!" The prince mounted his horse and grinned. He took a deep breath, loving the smell of freedom and snapped his reins. Lord Sullivan groaned, snapped his reins, and the horses took off, leaving behind the angered king, the insufferable arranged marriage, and the great kingdom of Brookville. Francis took a look at his manor one last time before it vanished in the distance. It was to be an adventure indeed.</SMALL> <P align=left><FONT color=#33ff33><B><SMALL>Chapter Two</SMALL></B></FONT> <P align=left><SMALL>The Queen Anne of Brookville sat in her chamber still in her nightclothes, pacing around worried about her son. Prince Gabriel had tried running away before but never in a situation like this. Brookville and Lunerford had always been on the verge of a bit of tension for quite some time, and the marriage arrangement was going to be the key for peace. He was too young to understand. Or too defiant to care. Or too naïve. Just like his father. King Robert had a harsh temper and an even harsher mouth. Gabriel was just too wild this time. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The queen looked at the clock on the wall. It was nearly two in the morning, and neither party had returned. She dreaded to think what was happening. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Anne!" And then came a pounding at the chamber door. It was the king, storming. The queen rushed to pull open the heavy doors, praying that the prince was with him but he was not. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"That boy will suffer the heaviest whipping if I were to ever get my hands on him, so help me God." King Robert fumed. "He's gone. With that Lord Sullivan, again. I will have his head." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Have you sent out the royal guards? Set up watches and announcements?" Queen Anne whispered. "He can't have gone too far, milord. Someone may have caught sight of him." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"No." The king threw off his overcoat and sat down rather calmly. Queen Anne was surprised, not really sure what was happening. The king paused for a long while with his head in his hands, thinking. "There will be no word of this to anyone. I have sent out my few best but no more. If word ever gets out that he is missing, Lunerford will not have it. I will not have the entire kingdom laugh behind my back. The King of Brookville, with his mouth of thunder, cannot even keep a leash on his own son. For the face of this family, we will not jeopardize the treaty." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Milord, he is your son& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"We will not jeopardize the treaty." The king repeated. "When he is older, he will understand what I am doing for him. He is to be king one day." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The man in the black was gone. He had ridden off early in the morning to get supplies and had left Princess Abigail tied to a tree, blindfolded. Her Majesty was not happy. She could feel little bugs crawling around, and she was sure the mosquitoes were eating her alive. She felt the discomfort of the sweaty handkerchief tied tightly over her eyes would positively drive her to insanity. But that was when she began hearing the noises. A little crackling here, the snap a twig there, and the suddenly rustling of bushes and leaves. Her heart pounded heavily. Perhaps, she thought, whatever it was, it hadn't noticed her yet. Stay very still, she thought, and it won't hurt her. She held her breath, and after an eternity, when her lungs were about to burst, something touched her shoulder, and the Princess Abigail screamed.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>A hand clasped over her mouth, and she bit down hard on it. The hand swiftly left, and a voice cried out in pain, swearing quite forcefully. A very familiar voice. "Owww! You& .Augh!!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Race Higgins!" The princess cried, horrified. "Is that you?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"If you knew it was me, why in God's name did you bite me?!" The squire yelled back, still shaking his hand from the pain. "And to think I came to save you& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Save me?" Princess Abigail laughed in mockery. "You? Where are my father's guards?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"He did not send any." The young squire replied. He began to work on the knots of the blindfold. "He was afraid Brookville would withdraw the treaty if they knew you had been kidnapped. Think of it, the mighty King Abelard of Lunerford cannot even keep his own daughter safe. Your father would not think of it. So he only sent out a few of his knights to find you." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"So where are these few knights?" The princess paused and grinned. "Is Sir Roger with you?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"No." Race finally undid the blindfold. He grinned in return. "There is only me, your Highness. The squire Race Higgins, at your service. Or should I say Sir Race now, for I will surely be knighted. Now hold still, I'm cutting the ropes, and I don't want to accidentally cut anything else."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You must be jesting. How in the world is it that it is you and not the knights that found me?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I jest not, Princess. I saw the man in black run from the castle that night, looked liked Sir Mush Meyers to me, and headed east. But the king hadn't believed me, there were too many men in black garments running around to be sure which one he was nor would he believe me it was the respected Sir Meyers. I suppose it's a fad of some sort now, and all the fellows will be wearing all black by tomorrow, but I have never found much use for that color myself. It never did fit my eyes nor my small stature& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Stop fooling, Race!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Well, Sir Denton suggested that they start from the west, seeing as how it led into the rebel towns with all the other criminals, and so they all headed west, and I sneaked out east, and here I am, which I might add, is quite a nice setup for a hostage. You'd think a nobleman was camping out here with all those tents and things instead of just a kidnapper and his victim. There, only one more rope and& "</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Race! Look out!" the princess yelled. But it was too late. And the man in black had returned unnoticed and knocked the poor squire on the back of his head. Race fell to the ground with a thud. The princess turned her head quickly to see the man withdraw his sword. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Don't kill him! Please!" She shouted. "My father will pay ransom for him as well, I assure you." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The man in black paused, walked around to face the princess with a smirk in his eyes. "What makes you think I do this for money?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What are you talking about?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Sir Kieran Meyers was my father. And your father killed him. He took away the most important person in my life years ago so now, I will take away his."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"It will not bring him back."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I know, dammit!" Mush raised his sword. "But it will make me feel much better." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"It was a mistake. I had no idea. My father never meant for Sir Kieran to die! Somewhere along the line of command, some soldier was very clumsy with sword. Kieran was right all along about not starting that war. He was a hero, and my father was at fault. Being too stubborn, he didn't realize that until the end, and he was sorry for that." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Don't you dare talk about my father." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Your father was a hero in the end, which is more than I can say for you. He shall be turning over in his grave to see his only son a kidnapper, a murderer, and a coward." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>A coward. Mush could not keep his sword steady. Was that what he was? To run away in exile when his father had been captured for defying the king. It had been a noble cause, and he had been afraid then. And his father died a hero. Mush took a step forward and raised his sword. The princess shut her eyes tightly and waited for her execution. This was it. Then he swiped his sword through the last ropes binding the princess. The princess was free. She looked down at her free hands and stood in disbelief.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I can't do it." He said, and as the princess watched questioningly. Sir Meyers replaced his sword. He mounted his steed, took a pouch from his belt, opened it, and poured out its contents. Hundreds of gold coins fell onto the ground beside the horse. He tossed the empty pouch among them. "I don't want them anymore." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And before the princess could ask, he galloped off, leaving behind him nothing but dust. Abigail stared after him, too confused to know what to think.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Suddenly, Race began to stir. He held the back of his head, groaning. "What happened?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." The princess stood frozen.</SMALL> <P align=left><FONT color=#33ff33><B><SMALL>Chapter Three </SMALL></B></FONT> <P align=left><SMALL>"Tell me, Francis, are these clothes always this itchy?" Prince Gabriel could not stop scratching the length of his arms. The old brown tunic smelled funny, and the more he scratched, the funnier it smelled. He scrunched his nose, frustrated. "I swear, I'll rip the whole of my skin off, I simply cannot stand this dreaded burlap another moment!" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Lord Sullivan stopped in his tracks, sighed, and turned around. It had only been their second day from Brookville, and already, and prince was in one of his moods. Gabriel had insisted that they pass through Westin earlier that morning to barter for "peasantry clothing" as he liked to call it and sell off the horses as so they would not be in suspicion. And now, as common day peasants making his way through some unfamiliar woods, the prince could not bear it one bit. But when Francis actually glanced at the prince, he had to laugh.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Well, what's so funny?" The prince asked unsure of what has come over his friend but he would not stop "Come on, out with it!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Your Majesty," Francis bowed in mockery, "has got his clothing on wrong."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Wrong?!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Your inside is out whilst your very scratchy and uncomfortable out...is in. Hahaha!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Gabriel looked down at his tunic. He couldn't see any difference between the two faces, but he did know that it still itched insanely. Mumbling, he proceeded to take off his tunic to fix it, "Oh& I& I knew that" the prince tried to cover up his embarrassment but Francis continued to laugh. "There" Gabriel stood "How is that now?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Your Highness makes a very bad peasant. Your garments are now backwards." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Tis a lot more complicated than you think." The prince pouted in jest, twisting the tunic around him. "There, I make a good commoner. I am Gabriel, the lowly commoner. Convincing?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Francis Sullivan furrowed his eyebrows, thinking. "No. It won't do. You'll never pass for nobody with the name of a prince." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Well, how about...Reginald? I can be Reginald." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"No. I was thinking something more roughly. Which reminded me that lovely spaniel Lady Sarah had& .oh!" Francis snapped his fingers suddenly. "You are Spot. Spot, the lowly commoner." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Spot?!" The prince made a face. "Lord Sullivan dares to name me after a dog?!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Tis only suitable for a commoner like you. No matter what you think I will be calling you that from now on." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"That is horribly awful of you, but...I suppose. Well, while we're playing this game, you are no longer Lord Francis Sullivan. I hereby dub thee...." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>But Francis wasn't listening. "Shh! Quiet, Gabriel& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I'm Spot& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Did you hear that?" Francis interrupted, running a bit into a little clearing among the trees. "I distinctly heard a voice...a maiden's voice." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The prince stopped and stood as still as possible, hoping that he too might catch a bit of the action. Or perhaps his friend has gone mad. But no, there was a woman's voice. A young lady, it seemed. "What is she saying?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I don't know, but it does not sound good." Francis hastily tossed his belongings over his shoulder. "It's from the side, across those trees a bit further." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And the voice came again, but this time, it was a shriek. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Come on!" And the two friends raced across the clearing and into the deeper trees. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You let go of me, you filthy brute!" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Now tha' ain't no way ta speak to a gen'leman, milady." The gypsy grinned with his stench breathing at Princess Abigail, and a shiver ran down her spine as she gagged. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What should we do with her?" one of the female gypsies asked pulling the length of the princess' long, black hair. "Ask if she has some precious jewels, Itey."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What 'eva ya like, Goosey" another gypsy said. Itey took a closer look at the princess and asked,</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Ya carry 'round any priceless jewels, milady? Perhaps suited for me beauty, Goosey?" Abigail shook her head in disgust. She had heard stories about them before, those thieving gypsies, but having never been outside the castle walls before until now, she never knew how frightening they were. Or just how fast. She had but taken two moments to look over Race, who had just recovered from Mush's blow to the head, and the whole lot of them, over two dozens it seems, came out from the words and surrounded the little camp. And right after they tied up the still-groggy Race and the princess against a slimming tree, they ripped through everything. All the tents, the pots and pans, the food, the clothing, and even the gold coins that Sir Meyers had cast to the ground. But some gypsies stood by the princess almost the entire raid, eyeing her, poking at her, and breathing that horrible breath until she could stand it no more, and she had to scream. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>With the shrillness only a few feet away from his ear, Race was fully alert then very quickly. He scanned the company a bit, closely noting the one mounted on the black stallion not doing much of anything up until then. But with the scream of the princess, he took to her side so fast, it was blinding. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>" Itey, Skittery!" The rider said. "Leave her alone. We're here for the fortune. No distractions." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I dunno, she seems to be the fortune to me, if ya know wha' I mean." Skittery stuck his tongue at Abigail, taunting. He stroked her pale cheek, and she pulled away disgusted.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Don't touch me!" The princess growled. "Do you know who I am?! I can have you beheaded& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And Race quickly jabbed her in the side with his elbow, cutting her off in mid-sentence. "Gentlemen, don't mind her. She is ill, I'm afraid. Not quite right in the head. Don't listen to a word she says."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What are you& ?" The princess whispered back at the squire in anger.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I said," Race interrupted once more, louder this time, "not quite right in the head." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The gypsy looked up at the rider. "Just a commoner, there's no harm in it." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I said, leave her alone." And the rider sternly drew his sword. The gypsies stood there for a moment, hesitant, and walked off to join the others in raiding. The rider replaced his sword and tipped his hat at Abigail a bit and then returned to his post. The princess was surprised to find a thief so polite, but she was careful not to show it lest he change his mind about it. Then she remembered Race's comment. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Race!" She whispered. "You horrible little rat! Why did you tell them I was mad? If they knew who I was, they would have surely let us free." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Race snickered. "I was right. You are mad. Have you any idea how crazy you would sound? Claiming to be the Princess of Lunerford with your appearance?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Abigail looked down at herself. She was still in commoner rags Mush had made her wear and covered with dirt smudges and mud up to her ankles. The squire had a point. Even she couldn't recognize herself. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Besides," Race continued, "nobody even knows you're missing, remember? Everyone in the kingdom still thinks the princess is in her castle somewhere, waiting for her arranged marriage. They wouldn't believe it was you. And if they did, you actually think they'd let you go? Not these criminals. It'll be another kidnapping and ransom for sure." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The princess sighed. "What do you think they'll do to us?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I don't know," Race said, a bit distracted, "but it looks like they've got company." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>He nodded towards the rider, and the princess looked over to see two young men in burlap tunics creep out from the bushes behind him. The boy with the bright eyes pulled a sword from his belt and gestured to the short brown-haired one who had a coiled rope in his left hand. He in turn nodded and came closer the rider's black stallion, careful not to draw any attention to himself. The gypsies were too busy discovering Sir Meyer's supply of ale to notice, but the rider happened to glance at Abigail and Race and caught them staring pass him. Suspicious, he turned to look behind, but it was too late. The brown haired man quickly grabbed him by a leg and pulled him right off the horse, and the other came around and drew his sword at the fallen rider's neck. The horse neighed loudly and galloped into the crowd of gypsies. The commotion was too much to ignore, and the gypsies all turned to find their leader hostage. </SMALL> <P align=left><FONT color=#33ff33><B><SMALL>Chapter Four </SMALL></B></FONT> <P align=left><SMALL>"Get up." The bright-eyed one said, his sword steady. The rider stood up, dusted himself off, and the brown haired man quickly tied his arms behind his back and held him. The gypsies didn't know what to do. "Now tell your men to leave." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The rider stood there and said nothing. The sword poked slightly into the rider's stomach, causing him to flinch. "Tell them to leave, or we'll find out what you had for breakfast." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Off with you all." The rider said in monotone. "I'll be alright, fellows." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The gypsies hesitated for a moment and then dropped their loot. They grumbled among themselves and gathered at the edge of the clearing, paused, and then they disappeared into the thickening trees. The one with the sword waited until they could no longer be heard before he lowered his sword and exhaled heavily. He brushed at his forehead, and Abigail could see that he had been sweating. He came over to the two hostages quickly, swiped at the ropes that bound them, and the young squire and princess were free. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Race rubbed at his sore wrists and extended his hand. "To whom may I thank for this fortunate rescue?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The bright eyed boy smiled easily, and Abigail caught herself staring a bit. He took Race's hand, shaking it. "Spot. Just a commoner. That here is my best friend and traveling companion..." Not sure what to dub his friend he waited until he thought of a name.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Oh" Lord Sullivan mumbled thinking quickly for a commoner's name "Erm& Jack!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The brown haired youth waved a bit and smiled, careful to keep a tight grasp on the ropes binding the gypsy rider. "Just a couple of lads on our way to Lunerford, for a change. Overheard a lady's scream, presumably hers..."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Her? She is..." Race hesitated, looking at the princess, and she nodded slightly at him. Rescuers or not, he wasn't sure if he could trust the two strangers just yet. "She is from Luner& she is Luna, my sister! And I am Race.", he smiled, "You mentioned you both are on your way to Lunerford? For we are going but the same path. If you care for company& " </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Race!" Abigail snapped, and she ran over to the young squire. She saw the odd look on Spot's face and remembered that she wasn't a princess any longer. She slowed, cleared her throat, and spoke lower. "I think, Brother, that we are perfectly capable of finding our own way to Lunerford, and we certainly do not want to trouble these two...fine gentlemen." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>She looked at them both, up and down, and gave Race a face of disdain. Race remembered the look and sighed. "Excuse us a moment, lads." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What?" He whispered as soon as the princess pulled him to the side, out of the two strangers' earshot. "I thought they were perfectly nice." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Race, look at them." Abigail wrinkled her nose. "They're filthy. They could be thieves& "</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Who saved us." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Nevertheless, we can't trust them. Not just yet." she said. "I wouldn't stand to associate with those...commoners." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Princess," Race said through clenched teeth, "we don't actually know the way back to Lunerford. I got here merely because of the smoke from your fire at Meyer's camp. I don't trust myself to find our way back. We have got no choice."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Abigail looked over at the two strangers once more. They were happily conversing with the still bound gypsy rider. The bright-eyed one, Spot was his name she remembered, was smiling and he didn't seem as insufferable as he did. Even as having a silly name. She sighed.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"If we must," she said dejectedly. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Great." Race whistled to the strangers and ran to them quickly, dragging the princess by the hand behind him. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"So is it settled? Shall you two join us?" Jack asked. He still held on to the rope, twisting it nervously between his hands. He was careful not to look directly at the young girl. She seemed too familiar, and he might be uncovered for who he really was. She looked at him then, a bit of recognition ran across her face for a moment and was gone. She turned, apparently interested in something else. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Of course. We shall get some things from the camp." And the squire ran off into some tents to gather a few necessities left behind by the man in black and the gypsies. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Abigail made no effort to help him but instead stood where she was and made no effort to start a conversation, and so the three stood there in the uncomfortable silence until the gypsy rider at last spoke. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You speak, sir, as if you knew the road to Lunerford." He was speaking to Spot but not quite looking at him. It wasn't an insulting tone, but there was a hint of mocking in it. In a way, he was right. The prince and the young lord did not know their way to Lunerford, but they certainly were not about to admit incompetence. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The prince drew his sword. "And you call us imbeciles? Liars? You speak, sir, as if you could stand behind that insult to us. Go on! Taunt me with that walking mouth of yours!" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The gypsy smiled for the first time as he raised his eyebrow. "I certainly cannot. But, you are a gentleman, I can see, and will not attack me, unarmed and restrained." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot turned to his friend, though still keeping the blade of his sword close to the gypsy. "Untie him." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What?! Did you not see how hard it was to capture him in the first place?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Untie him," The prince repeated evenly, "and give him your sword." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Jack sighed. Convinced that his friend had certainly gone mad, he untied the gypsy slowly, hoping that time would be enough to restore his sanity. But the prince did not change his mind. The gypsy made no attempt to flee, and when Jack gave him the sword, he thanked him, and drew it admiringly. It was a nice sword. He stepped back and raised the sword confidently, ready for the duel. The prince was certainly brave or just ready to die. "En garde."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And the battle began. Hearing the clashing of the swords, Race rushed out from the tent and stood in awe, dropping an armful of things he had just gathered. The bright-eyed "commoner" was a swordsman and a good one at that. The gypsy was excellent as well, and for a while, it looked as though they were at a pass. But as he expected, though the skills were evenly matched, the commoner was not as experienced as the gypsy and began to get tiresome. His swings became forced and his footing slow. The gypsy was overtaking him. Then they began to converse. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You are on the wrong road." The gypsy began, taking an aim for Spot's left shoulder. "It leads to Bronxville." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I suppose," Spot said, breathing a bit heavy, "that you would know the way to Lunerford." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Indeed, I do." The gypsy answered without missing a parry. Spot took another swipe at him, and he dodged and continued. "I could show you...for a price. I'm assuming you're planning to turn me in for a reward when you arrive at Lunerford." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Of course." And Spot finally got blood from the gypsy's shoulder. He didn't flinch. The prince, astonished, was caught off guard for a moment, and the gypsy nearly got his throat. The gypsy ran his left thumb across his right eyebrow and his blue eyes gleamed. He continued to throw his offences in mercilessly. The prince was backed into a tree, even more fatigued, and a bit worried, but he was relentless. He was not giving in so easily. Steadying himself with the bottom of his right foot pushing up against the trunk, he parried forward and the smiled disappeared from the gypsy's face. The duel raged on, and they were even now. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I can take you safely to Lunerford. There are many thieves' quarters and hideouts here, and that is my advantage. I will take you to your desired destination, and then I will take my freedom." The gypsy spoke as if they were in the middle of tea instead of a duel. And then they were face to face, sword against sword, pressing against the blades to throw each other off balance and off footing. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"And how we will know," Spot said, and they broke the stress, pushing apart, "that you will not attempt escape in the meanwhile?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I give my word as a knight." And his sword drew right up to Spot's throat but stopped short one inch. The prince froze, breathing heavily, and dropped his sword. The battle was over and the gypsy had won. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The three spectators, Race, Princess Abigail, and Lord Sullivan, ran up to the stand still. They had been too far to hear the conversation, but they knew something had passed between the rivals. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Recognition ran across the young prince's face, and a huge grin broke out. "I've heard stories about you! My God, everyone has! You are practically a legend!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The gypsy finally dropped his sword finally, and the spectators exhaled noisily. They were still confused as to what Spot was saying but nonetheless relieved. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Sir David Jacobs," The gypsy handed the sword to Spot and bowed slightly, "at your service." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And then Race the Squire and Lord Sullivan gasped. It was the infamous Bandit. Young Prince Gabriel could not stop grinning, and Princess Abigail, his unknown arranged bride, had no idea what all the fuss was about. She hadn't ever gotten out much. </SMALL> <P align=left><FONT color=#33ff33><B><SMALL>Chapter Five </SMALL></B></FONT> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot awoke with in itch on his back. He reached to scratch it, and his rag of a blanket twisted off. The air hit him like a hammer and it was freezing. He stumbled from his tent and opened one eye. The fire was out. He looked over to David's tent and saw that it was already open. He had been gone early, probably out hunting. Spot stretched and felt the stiff part in his arm from yesterday's battle with the bandit. He smiled. If his father had only known that he, Prince Gabriel of Brookville, nearly took out the great Sir David Jacobs. He couldn't remember the last time he had a real adventure like that and met thieves and nearly got killed...and rescued a lovely maiden, quite also a feisty one at that. He flexed his head a bit, trying to remember her name. Luna. He had never seem that shade of brown in any girl's eyes before, and he couldn't help staring a bit the day before. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Lord, I must have looked like the village idiot there," he muttered to himself, "grinning and staring as if I'd never seen a girl before." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And yet he fought the duel without a thought just to impress her. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot yawned and shivered. He remembered the fire. He was wide awake now and might as well get some more wood. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The path was worn, as if someone else had already taken it, but then it was an easier walk for the prince carrying an armload of branches and various twigs. He had been watching the ground for wood for so long that when he looked up, he was surprised to find himself lost. Spot swore. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>He looked around a bit, hoping for some recognition somewhere, but there was none. But there was the sound of running water...there was a waterfall by the camp. He thought for a bit and yes, there was a waterfall. Sir David had decided to stop there last night because of the running water.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>With firewood still in his arms, Spot walked towards the slight sound of running water until it was almost roaring. But underneath the sound of water was something else. At first, he thought it was a bird. No...there were words. It was singing. Someone was singing, and it was beautiful. The prince was hypnotized. He almost floated towards the singing, carelessly wandering off the path. He could see the waterfall now, but no sign of the owner of the voice. He was about to get a bit closer to the edge when a vine snagged his ankle, and he stumbled. He caught him from falling, but his armful of firewood crashed to the ground. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Then came the familiar shriek. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot whirled towards the noise, and he saw a girl, Luna, in one corner of the water. It took him a while to figure out what she was screaming about. She quickly turned her back towards him, waist deep in the water, her arms over herself, and he realized she was naked. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The young prince twisted around, his hands over his eyes. He could feel his face getting red. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I didn't see anything!" he stammered towards her, but amiss the water splashing, not much else was heard. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Get away! Get away you& ugh!" Luna shouted at him, clothes in hand while trying to find a place to hide behind. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And so Prince Gabriel ran. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What were you doing there anyhow?" Francis asked, not able to stifle his laughter. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I didn't know she was bathing!" Gabriel exclaimed. "I didn't even know she was up yet! I was getting firewood!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Well, did you get a good look at least?" the young lord grinned.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"She was beau& " the prince caught himself. "I only saw her backside!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"That nice, huh?" And Francis was rolling on the floor. The prince only got to a brighter shade of red. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The flap of the tent flew open. Race walked in, a bit frustrated. He had his sword in hand and raised it wearily.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I suppose," he began in a groggy manner, "that I am going to kill you now so that I may restore my sister's honor, but I'm not much up to it this early in the morning. Would you like to reschedule sometime later?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot poked Jack to keep him from snickering and said solemnly, "Look, it was an accident. If it helps, I'm sorry. I didn't see anything, but by God! Her screaming nearly knocked me out anyway."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Have you apologized to her yet?" asked Jack. "You ought to."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I...I did, but I don't think she was listening."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Maybe," Race put away his sword, "you should go talk to her. I just really want to go back to sleep."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot looked at the two and looked out to Luna's tent and sighed. He didn't think he could ever face her again, and now he had to talk to her.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Good luck, my friend," And Francis laughed again. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"If I was home", Princess Abigail thought, "I could have taken a fine bath without some peeping tom. How dare he!" She pulled another shirt on amidst the coldness and wondered why no one had gotten any firewood.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Hello?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Abigail turned around, and the peeping tom, Spot, stepped into the tent. He blushed and cleared his throat but said nothing. And so they stared pass each other for a minute or so. He nervously brushed his hair from his face and cleared his throat again. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You've..umm..." He started and reached over towards her. She backed away quickly. He hastily stepped back and left his arms at his side. "You've got a little bug on your hair." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>This time, Abigail stood still, and Spot once again approached her. He picked off a ladybug and let it fly off his hand. He quickly returned to his place and tried to speak again. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Luna, I apologize." Spot sighed. "I was getting firewood and got lost and heard you singing and it was so beautiful and...and well, I didn't mean to see anything. I didn't see anything." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>He didn't blush this time and waited for her reply. Luna tried not to smile, he liked her singing! She tried to look stern, but his big cyan eyes completely distracted her. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Apology accepted," she finally whispered, and added slowly, "and& and thank you for the compliment."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I must be going now." Spot grinned a bit. "Your brother Race is trying to kill me." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Who's trying to kill who?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The two turned, and it was David that uttered the question. He stood at the entrance of the tent, fresh from hunting and had miss everything. Abigail and Gabriel exchanged glances. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"No one. Nothing." They said in unity.</SMALL> <P align=left><FONT color=#33ff33><SMALL><B>Chapter Six </B></SMALL></FONT> <P align=left><SMALL>Although Mush Meyers could not see the cloaked man in the shadows of the alley, he knew he was there. There was a particular stench. Mush wrinkled his nose, and his right hand automatically went to the handle of his sword that hung at his belt. He never trusted the cloaked man. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Morris. I am here." Mush said, approaching slowly. The shadows did not move. Mush stopped to listen for the cloaked man's breathing, but all he could hear was the trickling of water down the street and into the gutters. He had never met a man who was so silent and doubted if he were even human. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Did you kill the girl?" Morris finally spoke, but he did not move. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"No. I am through working for you." Mush said without a hint of quivering in his voice. He was certainly not going to let Morris think he was afraid. Morris said nothing, and Mush continued, "You stay away from her. I'm not going to let you hurt her. You were wrong about Lunerford."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I always knew you were weak. Just like your father." Morris said in a low voice, coming out of the darkness, grinning. Mush could see his yellowing teeth from behind the hood of the cloak. The stench was stronger now, and Mush held back the urge to gag. Morris came closer. "You cannot protect her forever." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Okay, we're only going to be in town for a few hours, so make it quick." David said, handing each of his companions a slip of paper. Spot looked at his and realized it was a shopping list for supplies. They were running a bit low. He looked around the little town square and tried to locate the tavern. He was planning on having a bit of fun after his job was done. From the look on Jack's face, he must have been thinking the same. Their eyes met, and they grinned, secretly confirming their plans. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Shall we all just meet here after we're done?" Race asked, frowning at his list. It was a good thing his list was so short. He was having a hard time reading it. "Say about noon?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>David nodded, handing each a small pouch of coins. "Do whatever you would like, but be here at noon." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot wasn't watching where he was going again. The prince was too busy staring down at his list while juggling his bag of supplies to notice the knight before he ran right into him.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Sorry, I& " Spot looked up and stopped short. He had seen the knight before...a bounty hunter back in Brookville. It was Sir Snyder! At the same time, recognition flashed over the knight's helmeted face, but before he could react, the prince was off, dropping everything. The king's guards had searched far and have now found him.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Stop!" yelled the knight, and he took after the prince. The reward for his return would be very handsome indeed. Unfortunately, he was slow in full armor, and the prince was like lightning.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot ran inside the nearest building and caught a glance of Jack, chatting up with a servant girl. Before he could call out, the door swung open, and the knight rushed in. Jack saw Spot first and grinned, and then he saw the knight. "Blast!" Jack panicked. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Hey you!" the knight had recognized the young lord as well. "Sullivan! Stop right there!" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The two friends ran for the back door, jumping over counters and spilling displays. The servant girl screamed, and the knight followed, spilling more displays. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Split up!" Spot yelled as the two ran outside, and Jack nodded. The knight came out just then and managed to grab Spot's sleeve. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Gotcha!" The knight grinned, and Jack turned and swung his fist straight at his face. The knight fell over, holding his nose and groaning, and the two friends took off once again. The knight got up, swore, and saw the prince run into a tailor shop. He followed. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The shop was packed tight with people, and Spot breathed a sigh of relieve. He might be able to blend in. He squeezed his way towards the back and pretended to admire an elegant cloak. He heard the metal clangs as the knight entered. He seemed to be moving closer. The prince slipped silently farther back into the shop, and as he passed a dress rack, he felt a tug on his sleeve. He jumped. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>It was Luna. Spot sighed with relief to see that if wasn't the knight, but he was getting closer. Luna was just opening her mouth to say hello when the knight suddenly glanced in their direction. Spot panicked. Without thinking, he grabbed her and kissed her, hiding his face behind hers. It was almost a full minute before she realized what was happening, and she tried to protest, but his lips were muffling her words. The knight, not seeing the prince, gave up and left the shop. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>He finally seemed to notice her. "I'm terribly sorry about that, but I have to go." And he left the shop with the princess still standing there with her jaw hung open in disbelief.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Then she noticed a woman staring at her from one corner, and embarrassed, she closed her mouth and slipped out the back door of the shop. She stopped as the sunlight hit her and she leaned against the wall, breathing hard. She stood there until her breath slowed, and by then, shock turned into anger. Who did he think he was? Did he think he could just take advantage of her like that? She could have him punished severely once they reached Lunerford. Now she was convinced that the incident at the waterfall a week ago was no accident. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Without thinking Luna brought her fingertips to her lips and remember the feeling of his soft lips on hers. Then she remembered how quickly Spot had left after that. Her heart sank. </SMALL> <P align=left><FONT color=#33ff33><B><SMALL>Chapter Seven </SMALL></B></FONT> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot and Jack were late. It was at least one or two in the afternoon, and they were still not at the little town square. Race stopped pacing and dropped his heavy bags onto the ground. He had little patience. And he was hungry. Luna didn't seem to care much, but David could not stand it any longer either. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Look, I can go look for them." David said. He put down his bags. "You two stay here and watch the supplies. I'll be back in an hour at most. Don't go off elsewhere either. We've already lost two."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And with that, the thief left towards the tavern. He was sure he would find the boys there. He had seen the looks on their faces that morning, and chances are, they were dead drunk by now. He sighed with exasperation. Those two didn't seem to get out much. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>He entered the tavern and paused to let his eyes adjust. It was relatively full, but there was no sign of Spot or Jack anywhere, until they were passed out on the floor. Perhaps the bartender had seen them, he thought, and he was headed towards the counter when he felt a hand on his shoulder. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"David, what are you doing here?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The thief turned around and smiled. "Meyers, what have you been up to?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Mush took a swig of beer from his half-empty mug and gestured to a nearby chair. "Pull up a seat, old friend! Come, drink with me and let's have a talk. It's been ages!"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>David shook his head but sat down anyway. It had been almost 3 months since he last saw Mush in Lunerford. It was quite a coincidence that he should be here after all that time. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"So," Mush said, belching a bit, "what are you doing in this part of the country? There's no money to be made here, David."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>David scratch the side of his head, a bit embarrassed. "I, um...I am under a bit of an obligation right now." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"You got caught, huh? They're</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>gonna string you?" Mush grinned. "Let me know when and where and maybe I'll help you out a bit." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"The deal is that I take them to Lunerford, and I'm free to go. You know how I can't back out of my words." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Who was it this time? Sir Gentry? Thomas of York? Who got you this time?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>David reddened. "Two peasant lads with some rope and a sword out of nowhere, and right in the middle of a raid. My gang had just hit this camp down by Calbridge& "</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Calbridge?" Mush interrupted. It sounded familiar, as if he had been there recently. Then the thought hit him. Hard. "Was it...", he swallowed, "a girl and another lad?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Yes." David paused. "How did you know that?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Mush ignored the question. "The girl...she had dark hair. Really big brown eyes. And about this tall?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>David nodded, and Mush swore. He took another swig of beer and swallowed it slowly. What were the chances....? </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Do you realize who she is?" Mush asked slowly. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Luna, a coatmaker's daughter from Lunerford visiting her aunt?" David was confused. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Mush leaned in close, and breathing hard, he whispered, "She is none other than Abigail of the House of Morgan." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>David's jaw dropped. "The Princess of Lunerford?! But how did you& ?"</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I was the one who kidnapped her." Mush said solemnly. "I was suppose to kill her." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>David could not say a word. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Look, something big is happening in Lunerford." Mush said, abandoning his drink. "A man named Morris approached me a few weeks ago and offered me the job...to kill her. I almost did it. I later overheard him talking to someone else about an overthrow. Lunerford and Brookville are about to embark on the largest peace treaty ever, possibly resulting in the union of both if not one nation. Someone is trying to break war, David."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Blast." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Morris is going to try to kill her. He doesn't know where she is right now, but I'll bet he has people finding out for him right now." Mush whispered and paused as a barmaid walked by. He continued. "Be careful, David. Once Morris finds out that she's with you, no one can get in his way. Watch for anyone who is getting too close."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"The peasant lads..." David muttered. Now that he thought about it, what were two peasants doing with swords in the middle of the woods anyway? And the bright-eyed one obviously knew some technique. That would also explain their odd, secretive behavior at times. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I can only follow you and safe watch from a distance." Mush said as he placed some coins onto the table. "The girl recognizes me. Take her back to Lunerford, and I'll figure it out there."</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And Mush Meyers stood up and left the tavern. David could only sit and think about everything that had passed between them. Luna was Princess Abigail? A barmaid came by to pick up Mush's coins for the beer when he felt two hands on his shoulder. He jumped in his seat.</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Whoa, didn't mean to scare you." Spot said, grinning. "We thought we'd find you here. Race and Luna are looking for you." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Where have you two been?" The thief asked carefully. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>The two of them exchanged mischievous glances. "We, um...got lost." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>David scanned their faces. They couldn't be Morris' men, could they? </SMALL> <P align=left><FONT color=#33ff33><B><SMALL>Chapter Eight </SMALL></B></FONT> <P align=left><SMALL>It was nice to be back in the dense forest. David missed the quietness of the trees. He heard nothing but Race yapping all day as they came back from the town, and now that he had retired to his tent for the night, David could actually think some. The rest of the gang were usually quiet, and it was confusing. David threw a few more dry branches into the dimming fire and watched as it crackled. From the corner of his eye, he could see Spot and Jack, laughing over some secret matter. Luna...no, Princess Abigail, he had to correct himself, was off by herself, throwing little glances at the two. He wanted to talk to her, but somehow knowing what he knew, he felt out of place. She must feel very out of place. She had not said more than a dozen words since the gang left the town. He watched her carefully. Something had happened in the town, something more than just Mush's story. David sighed to himself. He wish he knew what. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Abigail could not sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she kept seeing Spot in the darkness. The anger from the afternoon had faded, but it had left something behind that hurt even more. Why did she care about him and what he did? She sighed. Why couldn't she approach him that evening? She knew she was no one of consequence to him, and yet she was so embarrassed at the thought. He might be bragging it to all the lads right now, laughing. Race would laugh. No, it would not do. She could not hold it off any longer. She had to speak with him. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Spot awoke slowly. He thought he heard someone call his name. It was still quite dark, and he couldn't see a thing. He waited for his eyes to focus. The tent was open, he could see the bright moonlight pouring in. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Spot!" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>And he could see her now, by the entrance. It was Luna. He felt himself blush and tried to hide it as he left the tent to join her outside. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Look, I'm sorry to have bothered you at this time..." She began and trailed off. She was combing through her hair with her fingers, trying not to look nervous. He watched her fidget in order to avoid her eyes. It was about the kiss. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I didn't mean anything," he started and then hesitated, "I mean I did, but...I didn't mean to take advantage of you. I just...I just thought it was best to forget the whole thing ever happened. I didn't mean to...well, you know. There was this man, he was chasing me and...I was running and...you were there and...he couldn't see me if I..." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>Luna said nothing. He watched her fingers slowly touch her lips and pull sharply away. She spoke. "So you are a criminal?" </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"No!" Spot said sharply, a bit alarmed. He didn't want her to know the truth, but he didn't what her to think badly of him either. "I mean, he and I were not on good terms." </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>He could see that her coldness rising as she turned away from him. He debated whether or not to tell her the truth, at least about the kiss. Besides it saving his life for the time being...he was afraid to admit that it was more than that. They stood for many minutes, and his eyes were slowly drawn to her again. Her face was shining with the moonlight. He mumbled, "My God, you are lovely& "</SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"What?" She whirled around, surprising him, and suddenly, Spot realized he had said those words aloud. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"I'm sorry I didn't mean..." And without thinking, he reached to hold her hand, but before Spot could even move forward, there was a sword at his throat. </SMALL> <P align=left><SMALL>"Stop right there." An unfamiliar voice beside him said. </SMALL> <center> <P><A href="eternity2.html">Read on</A> <P><A HREF="storieso.html">Back to stories</A> <BR><A HREF="home.html">Home</A></CENTER> </BODY> </HTML>