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Posted on September 14, 2013 at 11:27:32 PM by t r i s t a n
Locks were not really a problem for Tristan, or at least, they usually weren’t. The door on the cabinet however had obviously been designed with him in mind. He managed to phase his hand through the first layer of material well enough. The problem arose when it came to the second. It was made from something else, some kind of metal. The prince was unable to determine what it was because he couldn’t see it. Apparently his father really hadn’t been kidding when he had banned his son from jousting that afternoon. Annoyed, Tristan pulled his hand free of the cabinet and stared at it thoughtfully. Coming rapidly to a conclusion, he spun around on his heel and marched back through the armoury into the corridor beyond. It was often to the prince’s irritation, but for most of his life, whenever he was in the castle, a guard was always not far behind. Predictably, therefore, it did not take him long to locate one. He was leaning casually against a wall next to a suit of armour that had been pushed back into an alcove, and he was smoking one of the foul-smelling sticks that Mallos usually carried around. When Tristan approached him however, the guard very rapidly dropped the stick, stamping it into the stone floor with the toe of his boot, and stood up a little straighter. The prince gave him his most winning smile, “where’s the Captain?” he asked. “Afternoon, Captain,” Tristan smiled, stepping over the threshold of the guard room and making eye contact with the man within. He was seated at a trestle table, a quill in his hand, and an inkpot next to a sheet of yellowish parchment. “Is there a problem, your Highness?” the Captain enquired, putting down his pen and standing up, stepping out from behind his desk and leaning against it instead. “I don’t know,” said the prince, taking a step closer, and then, feigning innocence, “my urm...jousting equipment, you wouldn’t know where it was, would you?” A small smile spread its way across the man’s face and he chuckled, “I do,” he confessed, shrugging his shoulders, “just like you know why I’m not going to tell you.” Damn. Time for plan B. In truth, plan B had been the main scheme all along, he had not expected plan A to work, but it had been worth a try. Grinning, Tristan took a step back away from the Captain, his expression admitting amused defeat. The soldier’s hand closed around the prince’s wrist, and tugged his arm out from behind his back. The captain set of cast iron keys swung from Tristan’s fingertips. The prince stared at the guard...the guard stared back...and then the boy grinned, and his arm phased out of his captor’s grip. Turning on his heel again, Tristan sprinted out of the room and down the corridor back towards the armoury. He could hear the sound of perusing feet behind him, and as they moved through the castle, the Captain was joined by others. Tristan laughed out loud as he closed his fingers around the wall at the end of the corridor so as to propel himself around the next corner. He collided with a maid carrying laundry, who dropped her load with a shriek. “Sorry!” Tristan yelled back to her over his shoulder, jumping over the freshly ironed shirts and continuing on his way at the same high speed as before. Another human obstacle confronted him just outside the armoury; a tall teenage boy who looked to be a few years older than Tristan himself. The prince glanced back over his shoulder at the guards who were closing in on him, and made the final steps to the armoury door, barrelling the older boy into the room beyond. Tristan spared his new companion a grin before slamming the door closed behind them, and slipping the key into the keyhole. The lock clicked across with a creek. “Tristan,” Tristan said, his green eyes agleam with mischief as he offered the boy his hand, “nice to meet you.”  |
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- and my sword is by your side; - By t r i s t a n September 17, 2013 at 07:25:48 PM
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- may you sing the deeds of glory - By t r i s t a n October 6, 2013 at 06:28:17 PM
- Can you hear the magpie? - By Alistair September 23, 2013 at 08:53:17 AM
- and my sword is by your side; - By t r i s t a n September 17, 2013 at 07:25:48 PM
- Can you hear the magpie? - By Alistair September 16, 2013 at 08:01:01 AM
- I will fight for you in glory 'til I die - By t r i s t a n September 15, 2013 at 10:50:52 PM
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