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Posted on September 15, 2013 at 10:50:52 PM by t r i s t a n
Tristan noticed the teen’s wince with a brief frown of concern, before accepting the left and shaking it with a firm grip. “Sorry about that,” the prince said, nodding in the direction of the place where Alistair had fallen on their way into the room, “hope you weren’t in a hurry to get anywhere.” On the other side of the door the Captain pounded his fist against the wood, before reaching for the door handle. On the boy’s side the lock gave a rattle, but held firm against the assault. Tristan appeared to relax, convinced that he had escaped trouble for the meanwhile, and sat himself down on the nearest wooden chest. The knocking came again, louder and more impatient than before, and the prince’s green eyes flicked towards it, looking amused and largely unconcerned. “Your Highness,” the Captain shouted through the wood, “open the door. You can’t stay in there all day.” “I have no intention of staying here!” Tristan shouted back, winking at Alistair, “I’ll put everything back when I’ve finished, don’t worry, Captain.” A grunt of frustration followed soon after. “I’ll put guards on the door!” the Captain threatened with yet another knock, “You do that, we’re fine.” There was a pause. “What do you mean, we? Who’s in there with you?” The guard sounded worried this time. Castle security was not the only function of the guards, they were intended as body guards for the royal family too. Tristan burst out laughing. “I have absolutely no idea,” he confessed, “his name’s Alistair, but beyond that, not a clue, Captain.” Silence. Still chuckling the prince stood up again and crossed the room towards the locked cabinet that had started the whole adventure. “You’re not going to try and stab me or anything are you?” he joked with the other boy, glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes with a pronounced smirk, “if you are, I think you should tell me now so we can move past it.” Tristan had to try a few different keys before he located the one that fitted the lock. The cabinet was new, so the mechanism on the latch was stiff, but with some degree of effort the door finally popped open. “Finally,” grinned the prince, reaching for a nearby leather bag and unfastening it at the top. He pushed the equipment inside piece by piece and it caused the bag to become increasingly heavy. By the time Tristan deposited it on the floor it gave a thud and a crash as the plates of armour within collided with one another. Tristan returned his attention to Alistair. “Do you ride?” he enquired, before looking about the room in search of something. Apparently he found it, because he climbed up on top of a second wooden trunk and pulled down an unpolished helmet. When he had both feet back on the floor he handed it to the older boy with an encouraging smile. “How about you and I get out of here?” he posed, smiling broadly again, and tipping his head in the direction of the back wall. There was no door. There was not even any indication that there was a hidden one. It was solid stone. Tristan marched forwards determinedly and disappeared through it. A second later, his head, shoulders and right had reappeared, sticking through the stonework. “Come on,” he said, gesturing Alistair closer with his fingers, “take hold of my arm.”  |
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- Can you hear the magpie? - By Alistair September 16, 2013 at 08:01:01 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 23, 2013 at 08:53:17 AM
- 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
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