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@Donphill, alright sir.

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kizzykeziah:
'asap' is sure taking a while .
BALI WA as my Korean friends will say......Hurry and come

I'm sorry. My phone went off while I was typing last night. I had to start all over today. I have dropped the update now. Thanks .

[quote author=donPhill post=29526340][/quote]Sir?

Okay, this is my first update in 2015 (covers face) so I have to say a happy new year to all the followers of this humble thread. You guys are the sole reason why I've not hung my pen. Thank you very much for your vocal and moral support. I am 'fery' grateful.

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Why do I feel like I have forgotten someone important? Forgive me if it's you.

* * *
The expanse of land around the Northworth mountain was always
desolate. That is not exactly a thing of surprise since the mountain was situated deep in the heart of the Distein forest, a forest widely believed to be evil. Legends had it that the wildest beasts and the darkest beings resided in Distein. Even the
dreaded Negirrel was said
to have a resting place there.

Presently, an average heighted, puckered haired young man by the name Elliott made his way unceremoniously to the base of the Northworth mountain. It was his turn to watch over the tents of the other members of the search party. The party had trailed the Prince to this place and they were camping there for the
night. They would continue
their search the next day.

Elliot took his seat on one of the rocks that littered the base of the
mountain. He set the burning torch to one side and then he unsheathed his double edged sword from its scabbard and admired the markings around the hilt.

That sword had been given to him seven years ago by his father who was a blacksmith. He had only been thirteen then and the sword had been a trifle heavy for him to wield, but he had kept on practising with it till he had became quite adept at using.

A high profile Knight, Sir Sylvain, had seen him compete at a
tournament for minors and had been quite impressed by his excellent swordmanship and he had ensured that young Elliott joined his retinue of squires.

Being in the retinue of a top notch knight like Sir Sylvain had opened
Elliot's eyes to the glory and grandeur that usually accompained knighthood and he had set his sights on becoming a
knight of the realm like his diminutive mentor. But some unfortunate events that occurred later on had made it kind of obvious that he was not destined to be a knight.

Elliot suddenly heard the sound of
approaching footstep behind him and he turned sharply to see a young ruddy fellow with clean shaven head sneaking up to him with a sword in his hand.

"Shaun, you should know better than sneaking up to people in times like this."

"I thought you were asleep. I wanted to give you a shock."

"Idi*t, come back when I'm not on watch and less alert," Elliott
rebuked. "What are you doing here by the way?"

Shaun chuckled and scanned the area for a rock that could adequately support his big posterior. "I couldn't sleep a wink. I thought it would be better if I came here to keep you company. Have you heard the latest news in the camp?"

"About the fresh tracks?" Elliot asked, although he knew deep down that could not be the latest news.

"No man, that is stale. This one is about the treasury at Austieres."

"What about it?"

"It was looted by some bandits led by Von Descher," Shaun revealed. "Millions of gold bars carted away."

"Christ!" Elliott exclaimed. "How could it happen? That place used to be as impregnable as anything."

"I'm surprised myself," Shaun admitted. "Anyways, the King will be leading the knights of the realm on the campaign against them tomorrow."

"Then we shouldn't worry our a*ses much about this issue, we should instead worry about finding the prince before anything happens to him," Elliot opined.

"Nothing will happen to the Prince. The rebels daren't touch him."

"The rebels?" Elliot echoed in surprise. "Are they now responsible for the Prince's disappearance?"

Shaun nodded in reply.

"Then why the hell are we still searching when the army can easily go and tear down their stupid facility at Cevout?"

"Because what I said is only a hunch. I don't know for sure," Shaun replied earnestly.

"Damn you," Elliot wanted to say but he couldn't because at that
moment he heard sounds of numerous footsteps from the surrounding shrubs.

"Did you hear that?" he asked Shaun.

"No. I think you are just . . "

Shaun stopped too because mid way through his reply he caught sight of not less than fifty fully armed men dressed in the ninja like uniform of the rebels rushing into the areas around the party's camp.

Shaun and Elliott exchanged glances. At that rare moment their minds mirrored each other.
"It is either we are hallucinating or we are in big trouble," Shaun
whispered to his companion.

"The latter is more like it," Elliott whispered back.



THE END OF CHAPTER TEN.

* * *

Frasser was taking a nap on the only chair in his cell when the sound of the iron bars swinging open jolted him awake. He opened his eyes just in time to see two guards pushing a tall blond chap into the cell.

"Hey!" Frasser called out to the guards. "Who is this you are bringing in?"

"Your newest cellmate," one guard answered.

"Treat him nice," the other guard added and they both left laughing.

Frasser regarded the new inmate. The chap was tall with a slight build, blond hair and a very handsome face. Frasser experienced a familiar pulsing in
his nether region as he observed the features of the new boy.

"Come here," the cell leader ordered in a hoarse voice.

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm the boss around here."

"To hell with you and your authority!" Prince Galleine fired back.

Frasser smiled to himself. They were always like at first. He knew
that in no distant time this fresh meat will be squirming under his mammoth weight.

"Bring him here," Frasser ordered the two other inmates in the cell.

They both rushed at the Prince. One of them brandished a deadly
looking dagger while the other kept faith with his fists that looked as big as pawpaw fruit.

The Prince allowed himself the luxury of a small laugh. These men are in for some serious whacking, he thought. The
unarmed prisoner attacked
first, he attempted to grab the prince by the collar of his shirt and
drag him to Frasser but the Prince quickly evaded him and then sent a damaging kick to his knee cap. The prisoner fell to the ground with a sharp cry of pain.

The other inmate wasted no time in charging at the Prince. He leapt at Prince Galleine with the sole aim of injuring him by burying his
dagger in Prince Galleine's arm but the Prince had other plans. He
spun around with the grace of a ballerina and then struck his right
leg out so that it connected with the base of the inmate's neck.

There was a loud snapping sound and in the next moment, the inmate fell to the ground, dead from a broken neck.

"Do you still want me to come?" The Prince asked with a crooked smile playing on his lips.

Frasser was irked beyond measured. "You will pay dearly
for this," He roared and then rushed at the Prince, berserk
with anger.

Now, if the Prince had easily dispatched the first two inmates, it was because they were broomsticks compared to Frasser's mountainous frame. Finn was the biggest man the Prince
had seen before but Frasser
was two times bigger. Merely watching Frasser run across the run cell towards him sent shivers down the Prince's spine.

As the huge inmate neared him, Prince Galleine sprang into action. He quickly retrieved the dagger lying on the floor and in the moment that followed, plunged it
into the onrushing man's thigh. To the Prince's horror, the dagger did not stop the big man. Hell, he did not even flinch.

"Needles don't do nothing to me," Frasser said in that hoarse voice of
his as he grabbed the prince by the neck and hurled him like a sack of grain against the wall.

The Prince yelped in pain as he crashed into the cold, hard wall of
the cell. He attempted to spring to his feet immediately but Frasser
had already pounced on him and was raining punches on him.

The Prince's shout attracted the guards, who promptly restrained
Frasser from wreaking more havoc.

"Hey, I told you to treat him nice. Didn't I?"

"He didn't want to be treated nice," Frasser replied gruffly.

"Don't worry," The guard said. "I'd make sure that you two are paired in the upcoming inmate fights. That way, you'll be able to expend your fury in the front of everyone in this facility."

Prince Galleine froze. Every pain he felt, the throbbing head, the
burning cheeks, aching ribs and every other ache, temporarily dulled with his jaw dropping in shock as the message in the guard's words sank in his brain. So he'd have to face this crazy brute again? Christ!

CHAPTER TEN

Queen Kendra took great pains to turn her head in the direction of the door of her chamber after she heard it creak open. She had turned just in time to see her husband, King Gavyne, walk into the well furnished room.

The king made his way to his wife's bed and flopped on a high stool beside it. He regarded his once plump, beautiful wife in silence. Now, she was so emanciated that she exactly looked like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin.

"Good morning my lord," Queen Kendra greeted in a low raspy voice.

"Morning my queen. How do you feel now?"

"I am fine," She made to reply, but a violent cough siezed her midway, muffling the better part of her reply and sending her lurching forward like a unmanned cart into the King's arms.

"It's okay. I understand," The King said as he patted her back gently.

"Have you found my son?" The Queen asked, looking into the king's eyes after a moment of awkward silence.

The King looked away sadly. "Not yet. We have sent many parties in
search of him. I believe he shall be found very soon."

"Please find him. I want to see him before I go."

"Don't talk like that. You will recover from this illness. Chrellen
assured me of that."

It was the Queen's turn to shake her head in sadness. "Chrellen is
probably afraid of telling you the truth. I will never rise from this
bed. This sickness has eaten too deep into my system."

Before the king could remark about her pessimism. The queen quickly asked, "And what is this I'm hearing about you going on a campaign with your knights?"

"How did you hear that?" King Gavyne asked in surprise. "That is supposed to be a secret myself and a few other people."

The Queen gave a weary half smile. "You don't expect a news of that gravity to remain secret. Do you? My maids told me. They heard from a Lord. It is the talk of the town now."

The King silently cursed whoever it was that leaked the news.
"Well, since you have heard it already. There's nothing I have to tell."

"Tell me if it is true that you'll be leading the knights of the realm
against the bands of robbers like I heard."

"That's right. We intend to set out at first light tomorrow."

"Don't go please," The Queen begged her husband. Her large blue eyes glistened with tears as she made that plea.

King Gavyne was totally taken aback. "Why?"

"I have seen bad things about that
campaign."

"That's funny," The king remarked. "I don't remember you ever being a seer."

"No. I had dreams, nightmares about this campaign and you know how my dreams usually come true."

"What bad things did you see?"

"Bad things like your knights being defeated and you getting killed. Don't go please. I'll advice that the campaign be cancelled."

The king shook his head vigorously in outright refusal.
"The campaign cannot be
cancelled. We must recover the valuables plundered from our coffers by those b*stards."

"Then don't go with your men. Let another person take charge."

"Relax my queen. You are just being delusional. Nothing bad is going to happen me or any one else," King Gavyne assured his wife.

After some trivial talks, the King kissed Queen Kendra's forehead and bade her goodbye. Hot tears streaked down the Queen's cheeks as she watched her husband's retreating figure. She had a strong presentiment that that would be the last time she would see him alive.

If this is the same Nuges11 that partook in the short story competition held here some time ago, then I'm not surprised. You've always been a brilliant writer. This story is another feather to your cap.

I think you should insert "THE END" at the base of the writeup to indicate that it is completed. Otherwise the readers will continue clamouring for more.

Moderators, I'm endorsing/recommending this thread for the frontpage. Thanks in advance.

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Easy4reel:
Seconded #





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............PROTEST ON THE WAY!!!

Easy baba, no do me like this na. You of all people should understand my condition.

Anyways, I'm typing the update already. Will drop it asap. Thanks .

BabieGhagha:
vantee! Vantee!...no allow me call u d 3rd tym ooo....u had beta get up frm dat bed nd come feed we hungry lions wit updates b4 we tear u apart!!!

Just so you know, my christian name is Daniel. Lions do not scare moi.

On a serious note, I'm working on the update. I'll drop it as soon as I'm done.

Shaxee, you have got one serious mail.

Confirmed

Oluwafunmilayo95:
Happy New year!!!!!


Vantee, where art thou? Hope all is well?

Same wishes ma'am

I'm here. All is well, I've just been too lazy to do anything noteworthy about this story since I last updated. I'll start work on the next update asap.

Easy4reel:
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Same wishes sir.

stuff46:
abeg vantee, who be the imformant to lady suzan.
we need to do the needful.


Enjoying this piece like never before.

I don't quite understand this comment. Informant bawo?

Thank you sir. Happy New Year.

Oluwafunmilayo95:
you actually saw my initial post?
And I haven't yet gotten ur mail.

Yes, I did. Dunno why you modified it before I could reply.
I've resent a connecting mail.

donPhill:
choi...."shapter" 9 ends with a good round of S*X....
Nice work vantee20
execting moreeeeeeee.......

Thank you sir. Moreeeeeeeee is coming.

Oluwafunmilayo95:
Welcome back... Wonderful as always.....

Thank you for the marathon episodes.

Thanks Funmi .

You've got mail concerning your initial observation.

mariemummy:
Good one Vantee. Hoping to be able to pen down words as good as you someday. Keep it up. You will surely go places. You have got talent.

Who am I? You can write far better than I do. It's just a matter of devotion to your talent.

Thank you ma'am .

Easy4reel:
THE WHAT


....BETTER..... u want make I faint*






interesting one...........I dey gbadun u like *kilode*

Lolz Easy. Your comments always crack me up .

faithgokz:
Yea, it's great.

Okay, thank you.

lexaydfg:
INTERESTING!!!
continue my boss am really learning and i know someday i will write powerful and motivational stories
weldone sire

Learning is a continous process. I am learning from some people too. May God grant you your heart's desires.
Thank you sir.

Therock5555:
oga fire o, spam not name learner where you dey, na only God know how you sabi 18th century English like this

Na the kind of books I been dey read wey I dey small naim cause am o.

kizzykeziah:
Yippee!Finally got updates after checking daily and about to give up.....Xmas is finally making getting better.More power to your fingers so you'd keep typing

Thanks Kizzy.

faithgokz:
What i do na

Don't worry na

Btw, I hope you are feeling the story.

"The King will be leading a handful of Knights against the bandits very soon," Sir Millicent replied.

"Now, how is that good for us?" Lady Suzannah asked.

"Think about it my lady. Think."

The dark haired lady thought about it for a few moments and finally replied, "I really don't see how the King's leaving the citadel in the company of his Knights will aid our cause."

"That is your own view," Sir Millicent said. "The way I see it is
this, since the King and his retinue of Knights will be taking the thickly forested paths of Lehbeinn in search of the bandits. We can
easily lay ambush for them with the phantoms. Once the Knights are defeated and the King is killed, then our goal is achieved."

"Wow Mills, that is brilliant," Lady Suzannah remarked. "That will
save a lot of the time and resources that our initial plan might cost us."

"Exactly my thoughts." Sir Millicent jerked his blond head in a nod of agreement.

"So, how about we celebrate this new development with another round?" Lady Suzannah asked with a seductive wink.

It was on the tip of Sir Millicent's tongue to say no. But he stopped
himself from saying it, knowing fully well that it wouldn't matter
what he said. If she wanted it, then she'll get.

"At your service, ma'am," He replied after a long pause.

Lady Suzannah flashed the Knight her most radiant smile. "Come, let's see how well you can render this service."

THE END






OF CHAPTER NINE

* * *

Lady Suzannah released her tight grip on Sir Millicent's shoulders and rolled off him with the grace of a swan. That was after he had sent a jet of thick, whitish fluid up her female core with a low throaty groan of pleasure.

Lady Suzannah sat up at the edge of the King sized bed and smiled contentedly to herself as she reminisced on how she had seduced Sir Millicent this time. He
had entered her chamber looking sinfully handsome in his golden royal apparel and he had
promptly began to talk about something he said was important to their conquest plans, but she wasn't listening. She was far too distracted by his Adonis features to pay any attention to
whatever it is he was saying.

In the end, she had silenced him with a deep wet kiss. He had weakly tried to protest but she was in no mood for that. Ever the seductress, she had gone straight for his weak point. She had given his earlobe a nice tickle with her serpentine tongue and that was it. Sir Millicent had torn off her evening robe and had ravished her like a r*pist. Of course, that had been to the Lady's delight.

"Mills?" She called when she heard him snoring away lightly.

"Uh. . . Uh?" He muttered dreamily.

"Are you sleeping already?"

"What else am I supposed to do? I am spent. No thanks to you."

Lady Suzannah chuckled. "What are you complaining about? I did as much work as you."

Sir Millicent scratched his head sleepily. "Why exactly are you disturbing my sleep?"

"I want you to tell me that thing you said was important to our conquest plans."

"Oh, that. Okay, where did I stop?"

"Start from the beginning."

"Why? I was already. . ."

"I know. I just wasn't listening the other time."

Sir Millicent shook his head lightly. "Okay. I'll start from the scratch. If you don't listen this time, well I
won't be repeating myself any soon."

"So I heard this news in the court today about a robbery attack on the treasury at Austieres. . ."

"Oh God! That's not good. Is it?" Lady Suzannah asked.

"No, it's not," Sir Millicent replied earnestly. "But there is a good part for us."

"What is that?"

"Enough!" Dunstan roared with the ferocity of a lioness whose cubs were endangered. "Guards!" He called out in a cracking voice.

In the moment that followed, two guards joined Dunstan and Prince
Galleine in the former's tent.

"I've changed my mind about this b*stard," Dunstan said to the guards. "Don't put him in the same cell with his girl again. Put him in with Frasser. A day or two there will teach him to use his mouth more sensibly."

The guards nodded and at once began to hustle the Prince out of the chamber. Prince Galleine knew he should regret his outburst that has cost him a temporary reunion with Melissa, but strangely he did not. If for anything, he had felt so good saying those words to Dunstan and if his sight was any good, then his words had gotten to the crook nosed rebel commandant. The way his expression had darkened and the trembling of his voice as he called the guards were pointers to this fact.

"Guards," Dunstan called from behind them. "If things get too hot, then transfer the b*stard to another cell. I don't want him dead. Not yet."

* * *
Prince Galleine itched to slam his fist on Dunstan's already disfigured nose but he couldn't carry out his wish because his hands were firmly to his back. The Prince hissed as the memories of how the rebels had easily overcame himself and the other knights at the Sammbisserh plain came back flooding. It was hardly a thing of surprise that the knights lost though. They had been outnumbered sixty seven
to one. The rebels had bound,
gagged and blindfolded them before bringing them to the place - the famed Cevout facility.

"What are you thinking, boy?" Dunstan asked with a supercilious grin plastered on his face as he sat a large desk in his tent with Prince
Galleine standing in his fore.

"Why are you doing this?" The Prince replied with a question of his own.

"Doing what?"

"Bringing me to this godforsaken place after I have paid every ciblis of the ransome you demanded."

Dunstan did his trademark mirthless laugh. "I never knew you were this slow. Do you mean you are yet to realise that you are our real target? Your girl that we kidnapped was just a little plot to get you out of that crazily fortified citadel. And that ransome you paid is just an added incentive."

Prince Galleine blinked rapidly in surprise. Why, that had never
occured to him before. "What do you need me for?"

Dunstan shook his head lightly and replied, "I'm not going to tell you that. You will find out in due course. But I have to warn you, you will not like it."

The Prince swallowed hard. That does not sound great, he thought.
"Then why are you still keeping the others? Let them go. Afterall
you've got me that you want."

"That is none of your business," Dunstan spat. "I am in charge here. I decide who I release
and who I keep here. You'd better get that into your fish brain now. You are no longer in the citadel where you reign supreme."

"Look, If you don't release them, I swear I'll kill you," The Prince threatened.

Dunstan's chuckle was a dry one. "How exactly do you intend to do that when your sorry a*s is going to be locked in a nice little cell very soon?"

"None of your business," The Prince said, echoing the same thing the other man said not long ago. "Just bear it in mind that someday I would come kill you. I would do it with your own sword. I would sink that long blade in that grotesque face of yo. . ."

"What about all the guards at the place? Could they not stop them?"

"The guards could do nothing, they were far outnumbered and outarmed. An eye witness said there were about four hundred robbers in the band."

"Okay. I've heard enough of this," said the King. "Now, get one
trusted man to go around and inform all the knights of the realm that are still around to gather at the citadel square. We are going on a campaign against those bandits now."

Lord Burth's jaw dropped. "But sir, we . . . "

"No buts. Go and do what I said now!" The King commanded. "Oh, one more thing. Keep this news secret, I don't want panic spreading among my people."

Lord Burth bowed and left the King's presence taking one stair exit. The King pulled his double breasted coat tighter and took a another exit. Yes, he had a campaign to lead, but he had to see his wife first.