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Squire to the Rescue (Part 2)
by Deathworks


Chapter 7 : Interlude at Redsand

King Gerald's army had reached Redsand just two hours after the refugees. They found the city as prepared as possible and the tall gates in the stone walls firmly closed. Neither side started attacking the other, though, as the army awaited its king's orders and the city hoped for reinforcements.

It was King Gerald himself who broke the silence. He rode up in front of the gates and shouted at the defenders:"Behold my form and recognize King Gerald III, king of Stormrock, who has come to claim ownership to Blackberry Fields. Is there anyone on those walls with the authority to represent the city of Redsand?"

"There is, Your Highness. I am Sir David Armstrong, Knight of Redsand and its protector. I make all the decision at Redsand as requested by King Rupert II. Your invasion is ill- advised. Blackberry Fields Castle is noot far away from here, and they have been informed about our plight. Surely, a formidable army led by the best knights we know is already on its way. You are better off leaving this kingdom peacefully. We don't want any unnecessary bloodshed, but we will protect our city from any attack. And we will certainly be able to hold the walls more than long enough to see the King's men drive you away."

"Well- spoken, proud knight. I am sure that there will be a good position in my realms for you after your city's surrender. I can assure you that King Rupert and his knights are all dead by now. There is no need for you to fight me. The last member of the royal family alive is princess Elizabeth who will become my bride. I know that you can't simply trust my word in this case. Therefore, I and my men will wait before your city's gates until your messengers return. They will confirm that there are no mighty knights that will come to your rescue. I will come to accept your surrender tomorrow noon." With these words, the king returned to his men and ordered them to prepare a camp, a normal military camp without any siege preparations. He knew that the war is already won, so there was no need for haste.


Chapter 8 : On a Lonely Road

Being carried by a 100m princess really needed some getting used to. Her skin was soft and warm, and it was giving off a sweet smell that was making John kind of drunken. It could have been the most wonderful ride one could imagine, especially since he could always look up and see her beautiful face high above him, if she wasn't climbing down a long chain of stairs. She took only gentle and small steps, being a well- raised princess and all, but even her slight movements became gigantic leaps to the shrunken squire.

Finally, they reached the base of the tower. The princess couldn't fail to notice the broken tea set on the floor. She paused. "Don't worry. They - they just heard about the emergency and were so surprised that they dropped the tray. And then everyone had to leave and no one had time to pick things up and, and, and everything will be alright." "Yes, of course." John wasn't sure if he had been able to convince the princess. "Her answer was too short. She has doubts. Or maybe that's just my imagination going wild. How could she possible guess at what had happened here? I'm just too worried. Everything is going to work out fine. But how will it work out fine? Where should I take her? Who could help us? If we left the kingdom, we might get another king's protection. But wouldn't that king want to marry the princess himself? Surely, he couldn't help himself seeing such a wonderful being. No, we need some help here. Maybe someone who could give us some advice, like a wizard, or a sage. Yes, that's it! Wasn't there some sage living near Deepswamp. If we could just get there, he may help us to figure out what happened and what to do next."

"Where to now?" John was startled by the voice. Soft and sweet as it may be, it became booming loud to his reduced form. Looking around, he realized that they were in the castle's court yard. The sky was already turning crimson as the sun was about to hand heavens over to the moon. "Can you ride, Your Highness?" "No, I have never learned it, as it was considered not appropriate for a princess to do so." "In that case, we will have to leave on foot. Just go through the main gate and follow the road. I will tell you where to go. Please trust me." "A -  Alright ..."

John looked up at the beautiful face. The fading light drew dark lines of shadow over it, making it look as if she was frowning. "She isn't sure if I am telling her the truth. But I can't tell her now. She might refuse to go on. And how could I save her then. I couldn't even move her little finger much less her entire form if she doesn't want to move. I am so sorry, princess."

The road they were travelling on was miles wide it would seem. Formerly, there had been a merchants' village around the castle's entrance. Then news came about how an intrigue involving such a merchants' village led to the death of King Robert IV of Seasight, and King Rupert decided that the village was to be removed. Both the merchants and the castle's servants were not happy with that decision, but they couldn't help it. Thus, the village had been torn down and the path leading up to the castle reduced in width. Only John's small size made it look to him like a gigantic plain. But it helped the squire to get a feeling for their speed now. As he had been afraid, the princess just couldn't move very fast. And she was bound to get tired soon. Besides, the sun's light was nearly completely gone, so they would have to stop soon.

"Now comes the crossroads. Please take the route to the left. Only a few more meters, than you can rest, Your Highness." "Thank You." Princess Elizabeth sounded tired. She wasn't used to running around that much, she hardly ever got out of the tower, so who could blame her?

After some more twenty minutes, John bid Elizabeth to step into the woods beside the road. Being tired, she put up only few words of resistance before agreeing to lie down leaning at a tree. Although there were animals in the woods in abundance, none of them would hurt a human, they wouldn't even approach them.

As the princess lay down, she was still holding the squire in her hand. John wasn't sure whether she was simply too tired to notice or didn't really mind, but everything suddenly tilted and he landed on the bosom of her dress as she lay down. The fabric was soft, and the princess' hand above him was like a warm blanket. Before he knew it, the exhaustion of the day overwhelmed John and he was fast asleep.


Chapter 9 : Interlude at an Abandoned Castle

Later that night, a sole horseman rode up to the castle. When he came near the gate, he shouted: "Alarm! Invaders! To Arms!". But only silence answered. There were no lights, no music, no life. Certainly, the night was still young and there would be court activity. The messenger was puzzled. The gate was wide open, so they weren't preparing for an attack either, so why was there no one around?

He entered the court yard. No servants came to greet him, no one came to take care of the horse. He knew that the main building was in front of him, but there were no candles or torches to show him the way. The moon was already very thin, but it still provided him with a little light. After getting off the horse's back, the messenger was able to tie it to a pole at the stable's entrance. 

Making his way to the main building, the horseman nearly fell as his foot caught something heavy lying in the middle of the court yard. Even in the moon's light it looked dark. It felt like dirty metal, although its shape was terribly twisted. He just couldn't imagine what purpose it would serve. Leaving the heavy object alone, the messenger continued towards the main building, cursing his forgetfulness that has kept him from getting a new torch after having used up his last one the day before. On the other hand, there should have been people here to greet him.

Searching his way through dark corridors, he finally found some red glimmering. Some wood already reduced to coals as the last survivors in an abandoned fireplace. Just minutes before, the man had found some candles. Pushing the wick into the hot ashes, he was able to get some light. Now that that was taken care of, he could try to figure out where everyone had gone.


Chapter 10 : Gerald's Glorious Day

King Gerald slept peacefully and satisfied this night. After all, the last day has not only provided him with a greater kingdom, it has even sent him on his way to fetch the most lovely bride in the world. He really was a fortunate man. He dreamed of the beautiful princess he had yet to meet in his real life. He would shower her with presents, he would conquer the world if she asked him to. He would stop the sun in the sky and give her the moon. And she would return his feelings, would be his loving wife. He would finally have someone to share his life with, someone to trust.

He awakened to some change in his surroundings, he couldn't quite place. Looking around, he can see the vast interior of his tent, complete with two tables, chairs, chests with clothes and everything. Light came in through the partly opened entrance, and next to the bed, Sir Winston knelt. "Good morning, my Liege. Your Highness have asked to be woken an hour after sunrise, which is now. The royal bath has been prepared as has been the royal breakfast." 

King Gerald looked down at his knight. "Ah, a loyal knight indeed. He is doing a good job as my general thus far. Yes, I think I can give him Blackberry Fields Castle, once things have settled." Out loud he said:"I think, I will start with the bath." "Yes, my Lord." Sir Winston left the tent only to return seconds later accompanied by four soldiers carefully carrying a wodden tub filled with water. They were followed by two women carrying sponges and brushes.

After setting the tub down, the knight and the soldiers left. Stepping out of his bed, the sovereign allowed the maids to remove his night gown before he stepped into the tub. "Yes, this will be a fine day."

An hour later, the king had just finished eating breakfast, a knight approached, kneeling down. Nodding, the sovereign asked him to speak. "My Lord, the town has opened its gates and a delegation has left in order to bargain about the terms of their surrender. Sir Winston is currently watching over them and is asking for permission to send them over to Your Highness, so that they can directly surrender to Your Majesty." "Good timing indeed. Have them come over here. I will personally attend to this matter." 

"Everything is going according to plan. I am just glad that that Sir David is a man of reason. He could have felt like being a martyr or something sending his men to certain death, but he has chosen the wiser path. I will really need to find a job for him in my kingdom. Conquering Blackberry Fields turns out to become more and more fortunate by the minute."

"Greetings, King Gerald III, Sovereign of Stormrock. I, Sir David Armstrong, Knight and protector of Redsand, have come in peace." "Welcome noble knight. I wager you have received news by now that have made you change your mind?" "Indeed. Earlier this morning, our messenger to Blackberry Fields Castle returned. He had reached the castle after sundown and there had been no lights, no people to greet him. Searching the entire castle, he didn't find anyone at all, although the horses and arms were still there. Considering this development, there is no point in fighting the inevitable. All by ourselves, we can't win against your army, even if the other cities assissted us. Therefore, I beg you to spare our people, citizens and soldiers alike, as we are willing to surrender without a fight." "Well, then hear my words. I accept your surrender. From now on, Redsand and all its inhabitants belong to Stormrock. For the time being, Sir David Armstrong is allowed to keep control over the city in my name. See to it that the citizens are informed and that my rulership is enforced. You are dismissed - for now."

"'...didn't find anyone at all.'? Well, he probably failed to check out the tower chamber. I shouldn't really worry about it. Besides, I will be at the castle myself this evening, embracing my bride, so everything will be alright. Conquering the princess will be just as easy as conquering her kingdom."


Chapter 11 : A Confession

John awoke, feeling an immense pressure on his body. Opening his eyes, he started looking around. The squire was startled when he saw that he was suspended several meters above the ground. Looking around, he first saw a white wall not far from him, obviously tilted to a dangerous degree as it turned into a ceiling above him. Looking down along his body, he saw that he was entirely enveloped in the grasp of something of a faint pink color, warm and soft. Only his head was free. Then he remembered what had occured the day before. "Ah, the princess must have rolled over in her sleep. If she hadn't instictively held onto me, I would have fallen to my death. I was really lucky. I have to be more careful at this size. But we have to get going now."

Although the princess' hand was soft and delicate, her grip on him was still too firm for him to break or escape. After vainly trying to extract himself directly, John started to move as much as he could, effectively wriggling in her hand. Even giving everything he had, he wouldn't really move an inch. Fortunately, his movements had an effect, as he heard a distant moan. The princess came to. After yawning and wiping the sleep out of her eyes, the former being a fearsome sight in spite of her beauty, as her mouth opened wide, showing teeth just as big as he was, the princess realized her squire's predicament and set him down on the trunk of a fallen tree. 

"I will need some privacy for a moment. I'll be right back." With these words, princess Elizabeth disappeared between the trees. The squire couldn't help but admire her. "Just think about it, she has had her every need taken care of for all her life. And now she is suddenly cast into the outside world. Yet, she remains calm and puts up with things. She is really strong. Still, she seems tired and a bit pale. I don't think we can make it to Deepswamp by foot. Ah, we'll find a solution, I am quite sure of it.  While she is gone, I should relief myself as well."

Just moments later, he heard twigs breaking as his lady returned. Hastily, he got finished and walked away from any evidence. (Not that he really expected her to notice, the difference in size was just too big.)

"They are all dead, aren't they?" John was startled, not by the volume of her voice, but by her words. "I may be inexperienced in the way of the world, but this is the only reasonable explanation for this entire situation. Something happened, and they have all been killed. I know that you want to protect me, but you can't hide the truth forever. Tell me, if I am right." The squire looked up at her face. She wasn't angry, she didn't blame him. There was just sorrow in her eyes. He couldn't hurt her, but she was right, he would have to tell her sooner or later. With a sigh, he answered: "Yes - I think that we are the only ones who got out of the castle alive. I didn't lie about the arch wizard's spell though. Probably it was that spell which saved me. I saw ..." He broke off, as he saw the tears running down her face. Then she turned and went into the woods. "Your Highness!" No use, his voice wouldn't be heard. He couldn't catch up to her either. All he could do was just wait for her to calm down by herself. If he only weren't that helpless.


Chapter 12 : Interlude on the Eastbound Road 

Getting the army ready to continue towards Blackberry Fields Castle had taken ages, King Gerald had felt. After having had lunch, he had grown more and more impatient. He finally wanted to see his bride. Only forcing himself to stay calm, he was able to restrain himself. After all, he wanted to impress the princess by coming to the castle at the head of a formidable army.

Now it was two hours after noon and they were finally on their way towards the castle. Although the sovereign knew that they would definitely reach their destination before sundown, he was excited. He knew that he would get his treat soon, and that there was nothing that could stop him, but he just couldn't wait.

"Your Highness, is everything alright?" Sir Winston has brought his horse alongside his sovereign's. "Ah - yes, yes." "Should I ask the men to hasten?" "Mmmmhhh - that won't be necessary. Just leave me alone a while." 

Watching the knight returning to his men, King Gerald considered this incident. "He really is a loyal subject. And he understands his lord very well, even to the point that he needn't be told about his king's feelings. Is this a good thing, or a bad thing, though?"


Chapter 13 : Heading towards Deepswamp

After long minutes, an hour perhaps, John was startled out of his daydreams. Being unable to do anything else, he had reconsidered their situation. The king and the major knights were all dead. The cause of this was some fould magic. Yet, he and the princess had miraculously survived and had been able to escape from the castle. Actually, he was very fortunate. A few days before, meeting the princess was only something he could do in his dreams, but now he talked to her, had even touched her soft skin. And he was the only one she could really relie on, the only one left to protect her. Yeah - right, protect her. Even a sewing needle would be a major lance to him. What could he possibly do at his size. He couldn't even go looking for her and console her in her grief. But then again, he was able to guide her, tell her how to get by in the outside world she had never visited before.

Thus, he had just come up with some plan of how to continue, when the princess returned. She seemed to be in control of herself once more, although there were dried tears on her cheeks and a sorrowful look in her eyes, mingled with defiance. By now, her dress was looking just as if it was trying to sympathize with its owner's feelings. Its edges had been torn, and twigs and dirt had fastened themselves to it. Although she was obviously miserable, the princess still had a fighting spirit. The squire was impressed.

After finding him on the tree trunk, the Elizabeth knelt down so as to get her face closer to her last courtier. "I guessed it already when we left the tower. Things just didn't add up. But I didn't want to believe it." Her voice was faintly quivering, but she stood strong. "I am a royal princess, though. And as it seems I am about to ascend to the throne as queen. I have to be strong, as I have to be there for my people and my country. I am very grateful for your efforts, but I can't just keep on following you blindly. Yet, I have little experience in matters of state, much less in the affairs of the world outside the castle. Therefore, I ask you to be my counselor."

John was surprised by this turn of events. He had been afraid that the princess would have been broken by his revelation. But she seemed to have overcome it and grown. After a stunned pause, he raised his voice. "As you wish, my Lady, I will do anything to serve and protect Your Majesty. The road we have been following is leading towards the city of Deepswamp. A sage is said to live in that area. Since I am but a simple squire, I don't really know what course of action would be the best for us to take. Therefore, I suggest that we seek out that wise man to ask for his advice. However ... " He fell silent. "However?" "However, Your Higness is obviously not used to long travels. My diminished size puts all the burden on my Lady's shoulders. Besides, we don't have any provisions or any other things needed for the days to come. Therefore, we seem to need to ask for help from the peasantry. For food, maybe a ride on a cart, for - for other clothes for your Highness." "What? Why would we want to do that?" "Beautiful though it may be, this dress is certainly not fit for travelling. Besides, if the cause of the disaster that befell the castle was really an alien king, they would certainly be looking for a princess in expensive clothes soon. But even the greatest beauty could be hidden with the coarse clothes of the peasantry. Please forgive me, but this is what I deem necessary." "Your words make sense. We will try it your way. Step aboard, so that we may continue." Gently holding her hand next to the trunk, the princess allowed the squire to climb onto it again. Then she rose carefully and was back on the road seconds later.

An hour later, the quire was already getting hungry, and he noticed that the princess was also slowing down, they saw the beginning of fields of to the right. Envigorated by new hope, the princess walked faster again. Soon thereafter, they were able to see a farm house and a barn. They had already talked about the John's reduced size. Explaining it would take a lot of time, and he might still scare the farmers. Therefore, they had come to the conclusion, that he was to hide in the princess' ear only showing himself if absolutely necessary. Thus, the Elizabeth lifted her hand to her left ear and waited for him to climb off. A tickling sensation told her that she could lower her hand again.

For the squire, this was another new experience. The entrance into the princess' ear was just as high as he was tall. After walking in a few steps, he had to kneel down, though, as the ceiling grew lower. It was quite hot in there, and the soft floor and walls were covered with fine hairs. While being carried on her hand, he had been surrounded by air full of the forest's smell. Now, the air was warm and filled with a sweet smell. As he moved around, the ground shook a bit and there was distant giggling. Obviously, the ear was rather sensitive. Not wanting to cause his beautiful host any discomfort, John sat down and waited for things to develop.

Just after putting down her hand and the tickling sensation from within her ear had stopped, the princess saw a woman stepping out of the barn and walking towards the house. Raising her right hand and waving, the princess shouted "Hey!" and came closer. The woman turned in her direction, hesitated and then ran towards her.

"Who are you? Those clothes, such lovely blue eyes. It couldn't be!" The woman, obviously in her thirties threw herself into the dirt kneeling down before the girl. "Rise. I need your help. And I don't know how urgent things are." "Yes, of course, - Your Highness?" "Princess Elizabeth, yes, but let's talk inside your house." " - - Yes, yes. I'll just prepare it for you." The farmer got back up on her feet and ran back to the house, nearly tripping over her  own feet. 

The house had but one room featuring a single table, some stools, a fire place and some straw on which the family could sleep. In a corner, a child of no more than three years was playing with a ball made of straw, wearing naught but a shirt. Next to it, there was a chest. On a board attached to one of the walls, wooden spoons and bowls waited. The woman was wearing a simple brown dress and an apron, both well- worn and patched at several places. Many wrinkles filled her face adding years she actually hadn't passed yet.

She and the princess were sitting at the table. Dried fruit and bread were lying on it, provided by the host on the princess' request. The latter was watched by sympathizing eyes as she explained that the castle had been attacked by some strange magic, and that she had been the only one able to escape. She ended her tale by asking for the farmers' help, namely food, some clothes and help in finding a ride to Deepswamp. In return, she couldn't give much but the dress she was currently wearing, although she would certainly remember their help, once the crisis was over. At first, the older woman said that a princess couldn't wear peasant's clothing, but the princess insisted, so that the senior gave in.

Opening the chest, the woman brought forth her most expensive dress, stating that though it wasn't really fit for a princess, it was the best she had. The princess hesitated, then asked if she couldn't give her something more plain. Reluctantly, the woman handed her some simple brown dress. In addition, she gave her a scarf she could use to hide her features. After helping her to change her clothes, the woman excused herself, saying that she would get her husband since he could help her with a ride.

The princess used the chance to consider the situation. The dress was coarse and itchy, hurting where it touched her bare skin. It certainly was different from what she wore at court. Fortunately, her undergarments covered most of her body, protecting her quite well from this wretched thing. She then told herself that she shouldn't think bad of the peasants. They didn't have much more than this, and helping her would certainly cause a lot of trouble to them. She should be grateful for their effort. Elizabeth felt ashamed of herself.

John had established himself quite well inside her ear. Although there had been one or two close calls when he was nearly expelled as she turned her head, he was rather safe. He was thankful for his restraint as not to try and watch as she changed clothes. One of the close calls had been while she was doing exactly that, and he would certainly have dropped to his death, hadn't he been that deep inside her ear. Now, he had heard that the peasant had left. Though it may be considered inappropriate, hunger won over etiquette with him. "Could Your Highness please be so kind as to share some of the food with the Lady's servant." The princess blushed, remembering her little guest and that he must have been hungry all the time. Quickly, she broke off some crumbs from the what was left on the table and offered them to the squire. He took a gigantic piece of apple and another big piece of bread from her hand, and returned into her ear, thanking her for the kind gift. Sitting down, John started to eat his treat.

Although she felt a bit guilty because of her lack of foresight, Elizabeth had to smile at the thought of her tiny guardian sitting in her ear, eating his meal.

The peasant wife returned with her husband and their two other sons. The men were rather tongue- tied and even a bit afraid, but the father explained that he had a cart that could be drawn by his oxen. If the princess really wouldn't mind, he could take her to Deepswamp. The princess was really happy, her feet still hurting from all the walking of the past two days and agreed.

Thus, the princess and her invisible squire were off to Deepswamp in a farmer's cart. Two days ago, She had been in her tower, kept safe as a precious treasure. Now she was clad in what was little better than rags and thrown up and down on a dirty cart. The only courtier left was so small that he was able to sit inside her ear right at that moment. Her parents were gone. And she had to be strong and fulfill her role as a royal princess ...