Post by Dorian Hawkmoon on Jun 22, 2004 22:53:35 GMT -5
His orders from the King were clear....do what He must, yet let NO one know. This....man...had information He needed...information that was vital to Windstorm...and by the Lords, He would obtain it. He made His way slowly down into the Dungeons,,,the man in chains led behind Him by two of the guards...spitting and cursing as he was more or less dragged down the stairs...until they stopped before Darek's cell. The surly sailor looked towards Him and muttered a curse as he spat into the straw. His eyes were as emotionless as a snake as He looked back to the one who held within His head the information He sought...
"I have questions, filth....questions that ye will answer...and answer now...."
Darek looked at the tall Man in black...inside He quivered, for this one was almost inhuman....never had he seen anyone show so little emotion...and those eyes...God, how those eyes seemed to look into his very soul....and it burned him....yet he summoned up all his courage, for he knew that this Agustin, who called himself a King, had guaranteed he would be released unharmed...
"Ahhhhhhhh, go bugger yaself, mate....I gots nuthin' ta say ta ye....bettah yet....why don' ya go bugger some stable boy?....aye...that be more ta ya likin, wouldn' it?"
He smiled then....a cold mirthless smile..the same almost human smile oft seen on a wolf.
"If that be the way ye wish it, then at least it cannae be said I nae gave ye a fair chance...though it be more of a chance than ye deserve..."
He turns His back to Darek, speaking now to the Guards..."Release the prisoner..." The Guards immediately begin unshackling the prisoner as he growls within his throat...as the chackles are loosened, he breaks free...pushing away the Guards, and lunging towards Him, fingers curled into claws, reaching for his throat, cursing....almost nonchalantly, His hands come up...inside the man's grasp...pushing them apart as He grabs the forearms and pulls downward....His head snaps forward, the crown striking the man's head hard, stunning him...fortunately, for Darek, His large frame hides the sight of what happens next...but not the sound...For He raises His hands to the prisoner's head...almost caressingly...a slight tilt to His head and a sharp twist as a loud crack is heard...and the prisoner drops to a rumpled heap on the dungeon floor...
"Remove that garbage from My sight....and if anyone asks....He hung himself, aye?
The Guards nod curtly, and one looks to Darek for a split second, lightly shaking his head , then assists his comrade in removing the body.
He turns now back to Darek, lightly dusting His hands, as if removing some dirt...for a moment, he only looks to His hands...then slowly His gaze finds the now openly cowering and snivelling sailor and He says quietly...."Now....about those questions?"
Later, in His office, He compares the numbers given to Him by Darek against the tally the Guards had made of the crewmen on the ship. It was as Robin had feared....they were off by one. Someone had indeed slipped away...and He knew now just WHY that one had been sent. A knock is heard upon His door, just then...."Enter...", He commands...and in walks Lan and the two Guards that had been present with Him earlier in the Dungeon...
"Well, Lan....how is thy neck?", chuckling as Lan grins and rubs at His neck.
"Ye know, Cap'n...it ne'er felt better....though for a moment, I thought Ye were truly goin' t'break me neck..." he laughs, as do the two Guards....'Thank God Ye knew just 'ow far t'twist....the sound 't made, I thought Ye had..."
His own laugh joins that of the other men...'Twas a trick I learned some time ago...and old Healer who swore on the, what He called, "manipulation of the bones" taught 't t'Me....'tis a good specific against headaches, He claimed.." He grows more serious now..."I thank Ye and the men for goin' along with M'plan...'t seems 'twas as Sir Robin feared...one of de Sennis' men did slip away...and apparently has made his way t'France for aid. But I do wonder why the Captain's intense interest in this single crewman.." He ponders this silently for a moment..."I nae believe His tale of this man being the only capable navigator...surely there be another that could navigate should something happen t'this one....no, tis more t'this tale than meets the eye, I say...but what?"
He rises now from His seat..."Enjoy the rest of the day off, men...on Me...and thank Ye for a job well done....I must find His Majesty and appraise Him of what I now know to be fact..."
"I have questions, filth....questions that ye will answer...and answer now...."
Darek looked at the tall Man in black...inside He quivered, for this one was almost inhuman....never had he seen anyone show so little emotion...and those eyes...God, how those eyes seemed to look into his very soul....and it burned him....yet he summoned up all his courage, for he knew that this Agustin, who called himself a King, had guaranteed he would be released unharmed...
"Ahhhhhhhh, go bugger yaself, mate....I gots nuthin' ta say ta ye....bettah yet....why don' ya go bugger some stable boy?....aye...that be more ta ya likin, wouldn' it?"
He smiled then....a cold mirthless smile..the same almost human smile oft seen on a wolf.
"If that be the way ye wish it, then at least it cannae be said I nae gave ye a fair chance...though it be more of a chance than ye deserve..."
He turns His back to Darek, speaking now to the Guards..."Release the prisoner..." The Guards immediately begin unshackling the prisoner as he growls within his throat...as the chackles are loosened, he breaks free...pushing away the Guards, and lunging towards Him, fingers curled into claws, reaching for his throat, cursing....almost nonchalantly, His hands come up...inside the man's grasp...pushing them apart as He grabs the forearms and pulls downward....His head snaps forward, the crown striking the man's head hard, stunning him...fortunately, for Darek, His large frame hides the sight of what happens next...but not the sound...For He raises His hands to the prisoner's head...almost caressingly...a slight tilt to His head and a sharp twist as a loud crack is heard...and the prisoner drops to a rumpled heap on the dungeon floor...
"Remove that garbage from My sight....and if anyone asks....He hung himself, aye?
The Guards nod curtly, and one looks to Darek for a split second, lightly shaking his head , then assists his comrade in removing the body.
He turns now back to Darek, lightly dusting His hands, as if removing some dirt...for a moment, he only looks to His hands...then slowly His gaze finds the now openly cowering and snivelling sailor and He says quietly...."Now....about those questions?"
Later, in His office, He compares the numbers given to Him by Darek against the tally the Guards had made of the crewmen on the ship. It was as Robin had feared....they were off by one. Someone had indeed slipped away...and He knew now just WHY that one had been sent. A knock is heard upon His door, just then...."Enter...", He commands...and in walks Lan and the two Guards that had been present with Him earlier in the Dungeon...
"Well, Lan....how is thy neck?", chuckling as Lan grins and rubs at His neck.
"Ye know, Cap'n...it ne'er felt better....though for a moment, I thought Ye were truly goin' t'break me neck..." he laughs, as do the two Guards....'Thank God Ye knew just 'ow far t'twist....the sound 't made, I thought Ye had..."
His own laugh joins that of the other men...'Twas a trick I learned some time ago...and old Healer who swore on the, what He called, "manipulation of the bones" taught 't t'Me....'tis a good specific against headaches, He claimed.." He grows more serious now..."I thank Ye and the men for goin' along with M'plan...'t seems 'twas as Sir Robin feared...one of de Sennis' men did slip away...and apparently has made his way t'France for aid. But I do wonder why the Captain's intense interest in this single crewman.." He ponders this silently for a moment..."I nae believe His tale of this man being the only capable navigator...surely there be another that could navigate should something happen t'this one....no, tis more t'this tale than meets the eye, I say...but what?"
He rises now from His seat..."Enjoy the rest of the day off, men...on Me...and thank Ye for a job well done....I must find His Majesty and appraise Him of what I now know to be fact..."
Gosh!! you had me fooled a moment then...... superb writing as always 
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