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Posted on December 29, 2016 at 01:49:13 AM by RUSSELL & SPYRA
It was maybe twenty minutes before Russell’s keen ears picked up the sound of footsteps clattering along the stone floor in the outer corridor. He leant back against the wall of his cell.
‘The game is on, Spyra.’
‘I hope you know what you’re doing,’ Spyra replied dubiously. Russell pretended the air in front of him was her head and patted it reassuringly.
There was a scraping sound as the key turned in the lock before the door creaked open. The shadowy figure who stepped through wasn’t one Russell recognised and, disappointingly, looked too young to be the king. He would have been cute with his baby blue eyes and pretty little face if he wasn’t so scary-looking. He had a long, black cloak which swished around his ankles and boots which thudded against the stone floor. Russell smiled welcomingly at him and patted the part of the bench next to him, but the newcomer stopped before he reached the bars.
It all became clear very quickly. Russ had heard of Lord Mordred, at least, and the latter gave a very helpful little clue as to his identity. Russell picked up on it quickly and reacted as if Mordred was someone he’d known his whole life.
“Brother!” He cried, leaping off the bench and throwing his arms out wide as though about to hug him. He probably would have done too if there weren’t bars in the way. “My brother, I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you!”
Russell paused for effect, flexing his fingers a little. From the sound of it, Mallos wasn’t in the king’s good books right now. That about sat with everything Russ had ever heard about his father and wasn’t as much of a blow as Mordred seemed to think.
“Beneficial?” He dropped his arms to his side and spread his eyes wide this time instead, layering a careful note of puzzlement into his voice. “No, no – I don’t think you understand. I really – I just – I’m sorry. I went about this completely the wrong way.”
‘Russ?’ Spyra pressed questioningly in his mind. Russell kicked her out.
“I’m so sorry, let me explain.” He sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. “My name’s Russell. I never knew who my father was until my mother told me recently on her deathbed, Aura rest her soul.” Russell made a little sign like a star shape in the air in front of him, slowly and reverently. “I was desperate to meet him, and the rest of the family kept from me all this time. I came in through a little side-entrance last night which had been left open. It was stupid, I’m sorry – I didn’t know you had such strict rules about trespassing, and I completely see why now – but I didn’t mean any harm. I was just trying to find my father.”
It was a beautiful story, wonderfully told. One of Russell’s best. Impossible to disprove too, since it contained enough truths and there was no one who would be able to counter-act the lies. The side-door had been left open last night, and that was how Russell had gotten in. His mother, Elaia, was long gone. Russell himself was a total unknown in the area, since he usually operated much further away from the castle, so no one here would recognise him as a con-artist. If they decided they didn’t believe he was the son of Mallos, all he would have to do was sigh in disappointment as he walked away, freedom in hands.
Russell kept his huge, sorrowful, apologetic eyes fixed on Mordred. Your move, bro.
RUSSELL & SPYRA
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Replies:
- some of them want to be used by you - By mordred December 30, 2016 at 11:59:21 PM
- SO ADORABLE - By RUSSELL & SPYRA January 9, 2017 at 03:10:54 AM
- rounded up! [nm] - By Aspelta February 26, 2017 at 04:11:41 AM
- SO ADORABLE - By RUSSELL & SPYRA January 9, 2017 at 03:10:54 AM
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