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Therock5555:
lol actor no dey die for film ko?

I go show for ur side soon bro

Na so now,

Okay bro,

Btw, congratulations on making front page.

haydot95:
Just stumbled on this...pretty interesting so far,good job boss

Thank you sir

Jiteshell:
Waiting for another update before I comment
opps I just commented

The same way you commented after I dropped the previous updates abi?

I understand.

No more comments?

Okay.

Therock5555:
u r sure he won't die ko, okay na make we dey see. Pls send me d link to ur story

How can he die when he is the one telling us his story? Besides we all know say actor no dey die for film .

Check my signature, the link is there.

Easy4reel:
A good and 'Merlinic' story there.....................following you 'twitterly'

Lolzzzzzz. Thanks for following sir.

Aydesmond:
omg... will this guy really runaway




vantee20. oya oooo

E don run this one already o. Lol

coming. . .

faithgokz:
Thank you Vantee20 i appreciate dear

You are welcome

No matter what happens, I know Xavier will not die in this story.

Nice one Rock. I'm waiting to read more.

Update 100% complete.

Aydesmond & Hussynah, I saw you . Waiting for your comments .

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Marcus froze. He had just heard a knock on his door. Something that had not happened in the whole three days he had been in Austieres to participate in the tournament in the place of his Knight master. It was a very risky thing to do, he could be sent to gaol if he was caught which was the reason why he wasn't thrilled at the prospect of entertaing a guest.

He held back for a few moments with a glimmering hope that the person knocking would go away after the first knock but that faint hope was quickly dashed as the knock came again, longer and louder.

Marcus groaned. He had to open the door if he did not want to attract attention.

"Who is it?" He asked as he dragged himself across to open the door.

"Helena," A girl's voice replied.

Marcus felt an unusual combination of relief and uneasiness. Relief because it wasn't the guards that had come to arrest him as he had feared. Uneasiness because he had to deal with a girl, something he did not always enjoy doing especially when the girl is the pretty type.

Marcus opened the door and saw, to his greater discomfiture, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his young life.

"Hello. Does Sir Maxime live here?" She asked with a smile.

"Er... No... Yes," Marcus muttered incoherently.

Helena gave a short laugh. "Which one will you have me believe?"

"He lives here," He confessed. He couldn't have done otherwise. Her large beautiful eyes seemed to bore into his mind using his own eyes as window and in some explicable way they, her eyes, compelled him to say the truth.

"Is he around? I would very much like to see him."

"I... I am him," Marcus mumbled. Damn those eyes.

"You are who? Sir Maxime?" She eyed him, not believing that this lad could be the excellent Knight who had astonished everyone at the colosseum yesterday. The Knight she had fallen in love with.

"Not exactly. I am his squire. He fell sick just before the tournament and I decided to fight in his place."

"With his knowledge?"

"No," Marcus replied with a twinge of embrassment. "Don't tell anyone please," He quickly pleaded.

Helena studied this boy with renewed interest. He was in his late teens like herself, or so he looked. He did not have a warrior's look, no bulging muscles or hard lined face. He looked simple, harmless and well, sweet.

"I think you should worry less about me telling anyone and more about your fight with Sir Millicent later today."

Marcus shrugged. "I'm not really bothered about that."

"You think you can beat him?"

"I don't know. I'll just give my best and then hope it is good enough to defeat him."

"That's right," Helena agreed. "What is your name?"

"Marcus."

"Nice name," She commented and then proceeded to untie her scarf.

"Why are you giving me your scarf?" Marcus asked when she held it out to him.

"Take it. It is to fetch you luck in the fight," She explained. "I'll be back to see you after the joust."

With that, they bade each other goodbye. Helena left, swaying her hips as she walked out. Marcus tore his eyes off her retreating figure and went on to resume what he had been doing before she arrived; packing his belongings in preparation for leaving Austieres before the time scheduled for his deciding joust with Sir Millicent. He just could not afford to face Sir Millicent one on one in the colosseum. Not that he was scared of him, no. Only that the risks of being found out was too high. He had to leave now or be doomed.

Dedicated to birthday girl Faithgokz.


CHAPTER FIVE

Sir Millicent gently pushed open the door of Lady Suzannah's apartment. That was after he had knocked several times without getting any response. He peered into the living room to see it unoccupied and unlit, save a ray of moonlight that penetrated through a slit between the muslin curtains that adorned the window.

"Milady. Are you home?" He called, wondering what was wrong. Why would Lady Suzannah send her maid to call him when she knew she wasn't around?

"I am in the inner chamber," a feminine voice replied from deep inside the house. No doubt it was lady Suzannah's.

Sir Millicent literally groped his way through the dark room to the inner room. Why didn't she answer the knock anyway? He wondered.

Lady Suzannah sat on a high stool in a corner of the room with her back to the door. She was a tall, middle aged woman with a sweet face and the body of a goddess. Being the widow of a high ranking lord, she was a powerful figure in the Casvillean society, but she wielded another kind of power that only a very few people knew about-Sorcery. Through her immense magical powers, she had learnt of Millicent's plan to usurp the King and she had offered to help him with the condition that he will repay her 'kindness' with him constantly rolling in the hay with her.

"What are you doing?" Sir Millicent asked when she did not turn to face him, although he was quite sure that she was aware of his presence.

Lady Suzannah turned one hundred and eighty degrees to face him. "I was busy making this for you."

Sir Millicent looked intently at what she was holding out to him. It was a golden amulet with some inscriptions on it.

"What is it for?"

"It is to help you win your jousting match tomorrow," She answered.

The smile on Sir Millicent's handsome face promptly morphed into a frown. "Is this how lowly you now regard me? Thinking I need some talisman to beat a second star knight?"

"You know, he is not even a knight. He is only a boy."

"What are you talking about?"

Lady Suzannah sighed, a heavy sigh. "I know what I'm saying. The person you are going to fight against at the colosseum tomorrow is not really a Knight. He is just a boy, a squire who is fighting in the place of his Knight lord for some obscure reasons."

"Now this boy has a special destiny. He will never fall to any human in battle. You can never defeat no matter how good you are, except magic is involved, which is what I'm trying to do now," She further explained to the disconcerted Knight.

"So this thing will help me defeat him?"

"It should. I know it will sap his energy during the fight, but you still have to fight very hard to win, otherwise you might end up tieing again."

"A tie is just as bad as a loss for me. I must win."

"I know," Lady Suzannah said with a chuckle. "Wait a little time for me to finish casting the spell on the amulet."

Sir Millicent took his seat on another high stool with his mind deep in thought about Lady Suzannah's latest revelation while she went through her seemingly endless lines of magical words.

"Come to bed," Lady Suzannah said with a seductive smile while patting the bed space beside her gently. She had completed the enchantment process and had slipped into her Aurora bed.

Sir Millicent shook off the disturbing thoughts that manacled his mind and focused on the alluring woman who was beckoning him to bed. He felt a familiar stirring in his loin as he keenly watched her seductive antics. He quickly kicked off his combat boots, tarried a moment to blow out the candle on the worktable and then dived under the sheets, into Lady Suzannah's waiting arms.

Following . . .

Easy4reel:
'soonest'......u said.


Nice story though......

Full of suspense................


...............KEEP IT ROLLING..............

Thanks sir.

missuniverse:
Wattt!!



Better

Lol

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Jiteshell:
Yeah, alright but am still not satisfied

Okay. I'll continue soonest.

Jiteshell:
have been caught, but this is too short na, more!!!!

Check back. I was still updating in parts when you saw it, it's complete now.

1. Who will emerge victorious; Sir Millicent or Sir Maxime?

2. Who kidnapped Melissa?

3. We haven't heard from Craig or Malzene. What has happened to them?

Stay tuned and you will get the answers. See you in next update's time.

Done updating.

Jiteshell, I saw you. . .

Some other knights who were close by heard Sir Millicent's caustic comment and burst into laughter. Sir Maxime did not say a word, he simply increased his pace and left Sir Millicent and the other laughing knights in his wake.


*** *** ***

Prince Galleine had never felt more miserable all his life. He had aspired to hit it big with the spectators today but he had only been humiliated before them. He felt thankful however that his Melissa hadn't been around to see him fall so ignominiously but then he knew she was a sweet girl who probably wouldn't care about it.

The Prince found himself inching towards the Austieres camp. He felt a strange and inexplicable desire to go and find out more about that Sir Maxime.

"Who do we have here? Prince Galleine, what are you looking for in this part?" asked Aragones, the leader of the Austieres knights, as he came out of the camp and saw the Prince.

"I came in search of Sir Maxime," The Prince replied and immediately hated himself for saying that. He could at least have said something else.

"Why?" Aragones asked with his brows raised. "Or you want to thank him for making you bite dust at the games. You know, that fall of yours was something else."

"It's just as bad as yours," the Prince countered.

Aragones pretended to be offended for a while after which he burst out laughing. "You are right. My fall wasn't much better. You say you seek Sir Maxime?"

"Yes."

"He is one weird fellow. We here don't get to see much of him these days because he doesn't stay in camp any longer."

"Where does he stay now?"

"I don't know. It seems he lives in the one of those castles close to the citadel, it's like he has an understanding with owner."

"Okay, thanks for your time," the Prince said and promptly began to walk back to the Casvillean Knights camp.

*** *** ***

"My Liege, I need to speak with you," Bryan, Prince Galleine's squire, said to the Prince as soon as he saw him enter the camp.

"I believe you are doing that already."

"No my liege, we need to go somewhere private."

The Prince looked around, there were three other Knights around. They were not paying attention to them, but they were well within earshot. He looked at Bryan and saw seriousness coupled with something else in his face. He then motioned Bryan to his reserved room in the recess of the camp.

"So what is it?" The Prince asked after they got to the his room with the door locked firmly behind them.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you sir."

"Bad news?" Prince repeated. "It's not Craig. Is it? I sent him somewhere two days ago and I haven't seen him back yet."

"It's not Craig, my liege. It is Melissa."

"What happened happened to her?" The Prince literally screamed his question.

"She. . er. . . has been kidnapped."



THE END








OF CHAPTER FOUR.

Prince Galleine, in his crazy bid to surpass or at least equal the lofty achievements of Sir Millicent, was not faring badly either as he struck several eye catching blows in the course of the jousting.

The combined brilliance of these three men; Sir Millicent, Sir Tremor and Prince Galleine, ensured that the Casvillean side possesed a great lead over their opponents as they progressed through the tournament. With the end of the given time frame fast approaching, it seemed as though the Casvillean side would finish with a landslide victory, but it was not to be.

A mysterious knight on the Austieres side suddenly began to perform signs and wonders. He dazzled everyone, spectators and fellow Knights, with the speed, accuracy and frequency with which he thwarted the Casvillean Knights. Every adroit movement of his sword produced a fallen Knight on the other side. His impact was so enormous that the spectators momentarily forgot all about Sir Millicent and shifted their concentration and adulation to this mystery knight whose coat of arms suggested that he was a second star Knight. (Star level in Nersean Knighthood is measured on the bases of experience, strength and skill. The fifth star was the highest star level).

Prince Galleine was livid with rage and green with envy. Someone had finally surpassed his cousin and that person was not him. He decided to unhorse the mystery knight and take all the glory for himself. With that he beckoned to his squire to bring him a new sword. On getting the sword, he turned his horse and galloped swiftly to the centre field to joust with the mystery knight.

The Prince struck the fiercest blow of his life. A blow that would, in fact, have unhorsed the strongest of men, but the mystery Knight did not fall. He simply replied with a fiercer blow of his own.

The Prince yelled in pain as he felt the impact of that terrible blow on his head. True, his extra strong helmet prevented his head from being split into two but it could not save him from an ignominious descent from his horse as he lost hold of his horse and fell face first to the grassy ground of the jousting field.

The whole colosseum reverbrated as the spectators laughed off their heads at the sight of that. It was really a wonderful sight. Even the King could not resist the temptation of an hearty laugh.

At this point, Sir Millicent took notice of the mystery knight who had since been wreaking havoc on the members of his team. Sir Millicent promptly decided to take him down because the longer he stays in saddle the worse for the Casvillean side. With that, he turned his horse and galloped towards the mystery knight.

The spectators held their breath in anticipation as these two knights, the best knights so far in the tournament, faced each other. As Sir Millicent inched closer to the unknown Knight with his sword aloft his head, ready to strike. A trumpet sounded, signalling the end of the given time frame. Loud murmurs of protest could be heard from the spectators, who were none too eager to see the jousting game continue.

"I am sorry but the tournament has to end now." Lord Ashael, the governor of Austieres said. "The rule is the rule. Once the hour mark is reached, then the game should stop, a count should be taken and a winner should emerge."

He then turned to the judges. "Take the count of fallen Knights and let us know which side is victorious."

After the count, it was discovered that both sides had exactly the same number of fallen Knights. The tournament had culminated in a tie. The mystery knight had snatched from the claws of defeat a respectable draw for his side.

"The Code of Knights says that in the case of a tie during a tournament. A combat session should be arranged between the two most outstanding performers on each side in order for a winner to be established," Lord Ashael was reading from the scroll containing the codes to the people's hearing.

"We all know what this means. Tomorrow before Vespers, we shall have Sir Millicent and the other Knight, whose name we have discovered as Sir Maxime, take on each other at this same venue."

The spectators were overjoyed. The fight between the two knights will be more than memorable. They knew it.

As the Knights filed out of the jousting field. Sir Millicent rode up beside Sir Maxime.

"You were lucky we didn't joust today, I would have murdered you. You won't have any escape route tomorrow. Prepare yourself for some serious whooping."

CHAPTER FOUR

At last, the day came; the day scheduled for the tournament in the honour of Sir Millicent. The tournament was billed to be the biggest thing that has happened in Nersea since a similar tournament held in the honour of Lady Mina three years ago.

The Castalia colosseum in Austieres was congested with spectators, with every nook of the amphitheatre seemingly packed full with people. The only place that was not so full was the Royalty section which was exclusively reserved for the King and his grand entourage consisting of the Queen, the Princesses, Lords, Barons, Dukes, Counts and nobles of every kind.

Presently, the King arose from his gold plated throne to give his usual pre tournament speech. He was a tall and well built man with a face that looked so much younger than one would expect for his fifty eight years of age. He wore a purple robe of silk material and held a golden sceptre in his right hand.

"Good people of Nersea, I welcome you all to this grand event. I can tell you that you are about to be treated to the best of jousting here today. However, we shouldn't forget the reason behind holding this tournament, which is to celebrate the return of our son Sir Millicent after his eight years incarceration in the hands of the rebels. We all know Millicent is a good man who did not deserve the magnitude of cruelty that was meted out to him by those vile creatures who I promise you, will soon be destroyed once and for all by our army immediately they return from the Rhodes frontier. They will. . ."

A thunderous applause from the spectators greeted the King's unfinished speech. King Gavyne smiled understandinly. His people wanted action, not long speeches. "Okay then, on this note I say, Let the tournament begin."

A trumpet was blown to signify the commencement of the much awaited event. A gate swung open on the eastern end of the colosseum and the Knights that were to take part in the jousting galloped to the centre field.

Sir Millicent, flanked on the left by Sir Tremor and on the right by his younger cousin Prince Galleine, led the Casvillean charge. He wore a silver armour that glittered like a gem in the sun. He looked so strong and balanced in saddle that it was hard to think of anyone capable of unhorsing or outperforming him. The spectators began to hail him as soon as he entered the jousting arena and he waved backed in appreciation.

Hidden by the visor of his helmet, Prince Galleine bit his lips in suppressed anger. He was mad that the watching crowd were hailing Sir Millicent without paying any attention to the other knights. Why would they be so adoring of him alone? The Prince resolved to steal the show from Sir Millicent by outperforming him when the jousting began proper.

The Knights took sides and fell into ranks. The Casvillean side was on the left while the combined Austieres and Rhodes side took to the right side. There were roughly two hundred and fifty knights on each side, with the same number of squires standing outside jousting field, waiting to take weapons to their Knight masters.

A trumpet went off again, this time signalling the start of the jousting competition. The Knights on each side broke their ranks and charged towards their opponent with the sole aim of knocking them off their horses.

Sir Millicent led the Casvillean charge as expected. He held his lance in his favoured left hand and galloped furiously towards Aragones, who was leading the charge for the opposing team. Both Knights met at the centre field and thrust their lances at each other. Sir Millicent superbly ducked Aragones' lance and then thrust his own lance further so that it pierced Aragones' breastplate. The spectators roared in delight as the Austieres Knight tumbled off his horse. It was a perfect blow and of course, a perfect start to the tournament for Sir Millicent.

Sir Millicent broke his lance in that encounter, but that did not deter him as he promptly unsheathed his sword and began to strike stunning blows of exceeding brilliance here and there. Sir Tremor was no less busy, he kept raining deadly blows on every opponent that crossed his path.