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Squire to the Rescue (Part 3)
by Deathworks


Chapter 14 : At an Empty Cage

"Ah, there it is, Blackberry Fields Castle. A nice castle indeed, though not as well- built as Stormrock Castle. But I have come to claim a beautiful bride and not an army, so it is appropriate for the occasion. And they left the gate open, how nice of them." King Gerald enjoyed the sight before him. After travelling for gruelling hours on the dirty roads, constraining his wish to hasten towards his bride, his destiny lay before him. Grey battlements designed to protect the kingdom's ruler seemed white as the sun's full force hit them. Beyond the open gate, glimpses of the gleaming white main buildings could be perceived. Again, the sovereign felt the urge to rush forward. And again, he suppressed it.

"Your Highness, is everything alright?" The king was startled as Sir Winston addressed him, a worried frown on his face. Obviously, he had been caught up in his own thoughts, looking at the castle. "Of course. Let's go inside and claim my prize." Angry at himself for showing weakness before his men, the king ordered his horse to enter the yard.

No living soul was to be seen. It wasn't quiet,though, since the horses in the stable became aware of the activity outside and demanded to be fed and taken care of. The king dismounted. Immediately, a soldier appeared next to him and took the horse's reins. Behind him, Sir Winston dismounted as well and walked up to his master.

"Whatever the Bishop's flaws may be, it seems as if Mother Azkata's blessings are really strong indeed. Look at what little evidence of this castle's knights survived her wrath." The king pointed at the charred armors lying in the dirt. "All those strong men, these high battlements, and yet they were defeated without a fight by miraculous powers. The bishop is indeed a powerful man. Who knows what else he could do to attain his goals." "Indeed, Sir Winston, what else will he do to reach his goals? Let's concentrate on our current mission, though. Have the old banners replaced by ours and have the castle searched for any survivors, looters, or whatever. And have someone tend to the horses, that noise is getting to me. I will examine my royal quarters and the princess's chambers, which should be in that little tower here." "Consider it done, my Lord."

While Sir Winston returned to the soldiers, giving them commands as requested, the sovereign entered the main building. There was no one here as well, of course. Everything was quiet and peaceful, only some weak wind blowing through the corridors caught the monarch's attention. Although he had never been to this castle, King Gerald figured that the royal quarters were on the left side of the building, as the small, fine tower that must have been the princess's resident was attached to that side.

For a moment, he considered visiting the tower last, but then came to the conclusion that his appearance at the castle had been good enough. Besides, the princess must be starved by now and worried. As her future husband, he should take care of her first. Empty rooms and beds can wait. Looking out through the windows to his left, he was able to see his men do as he had ordered. The yard was bustling with activity. "How much more activity there will be at my wedding - all of them are so eager to please me, especially Sir Winston ... Ah, this must be it!" Finally, the king had arrived at an open door. Two charred sets of mail lay before and a tray and shards of expensive pottery just beyond. With a pounding heart, the king began his ascend.

"Why did he have to do this? If we are unlucky, this conquest may worry the neighboring lords enough so that they could forget their petty bickering and attack us in an allied force. And for what? A worthless bride?" While overseeing the cleaning up on the court yard, Sir Winston allowed his worried thoughts to drift. He wondered if his monarch would regain his senses, once he had seized the princess and the euphoria of conquest had left. His eyes travelled towards the building and up that wretched tower. The sun was setting, her fading light turning the tower crimson red. Sir Winston knew he didn't like the looks of this.

Just then, a chair flew out of the upper most window and shattered on the floor below. Before anyone else had a chance to react, Sir Winston was racing into the main building. Behind him, soldiers gave his disappearing form and the debris that had once been a finely crafted chair puzzled looks.


Chapter 15 : A Family on the Road

Princess Elizabeth felt rather uncomfortable. She had grown used to the smell during the past hours, and even the motion of the cart, the jumping at every rock, every hole in the road, but the situation worried her. Neither she nor her tiny squire knew what exactly had happened at the castle. They were on their own, and although he had said that he'd be there to defend her, she knew that she was responsible for herself and the squire, and for the entire country in the long run. She was afraid that she might not be up to all of this.

John felt his host was feeling uneasy. This caused him more distress than the bumpy ride. Although he had advanced deep enough into her ear so as not to be in immediate danger of falling out, he still jumped up to the ceiling at every bump. Had it not been for the softness of the surrounding flesh, he would certainly have broken each and every bone in his body. But his problems were terribly small when compared to hers, her being a princess and now a refugee it would seem. He had to give her mind something to focus on.

"Your Highness. Thank you for Your kindness. After all, as a royal squire, I should have protected the monarch and the castle with my life, but I have failed. What is even more, I have had to rely on Your Highness to take care of me, whilst it should have been the other way around. I promise that I will do everything I can to repay that kindness once I have regained my original size." The princess whispered her answer so quietly that only she and her little occupant could hear it: "Don't talk nonsense. If it hadn't been for you, I would never have had the strength to leave the castle. And it was you who told me about the sage and how we may get a ride there. Your strength of body may be insufficient at the moment, but your strength of mind and knowledge are what I need now in this time of distress. Your idea with the daughter was simply ingenious."

Until their situation became clear, John had thought it safer for the princess to travel incognito. If there really were enemies around, they might be looking for her. Therefore, he had suggested to have the princess pretend to be the farmer's daughter, suffering from a wasting disease. The two of them would be travelling to see the wise man in search for a cure. As evidence. the princess could show her hands, whose whiteness and slenderness may very well fool the people used to hard work under the sun. Although the farmer had hardly understood her reasoning, he had understood what she asked of him and was more than willing to comply.

"I am glad if that's so. Let's just have faith in Lord Fukar. I am sure that he will protect us. And what could possibly defy the Creator himself." John felt the urge to fondle the princess, but restrained himself, as this would only tickle her, possibly causing both of them more distress.

The princess had to smile. "Such a brave man. Although he has become utterly helpless and everything dangerous to him, he still worries about me and tries to cheer me up. I will be strong, especially for him."

Later, as the sun was setting, they were beholding a farm. Being poor travellers on a long journey, they would certainly get some food and shelter for the night.


Chapter 16 : Interlude at a Mad King's Court

"What do you mean, there is no sign of her? Find her! Bring her to me!" "Please, my Lord, restrain yourself. The entire castle has been searched, and there was no one there but the animals and us. Maybe she fled, or maybe ..." "Send for the spies that are watching over the castle. Why haven't they informed me about this?" "Your Highness, as ordered, their names had been added to the list given to Bishop Jeremiah. They are all dead." "Jeremiah? Jeremiah! Send for him. Have him brought before me as soon as possible. Either, he will find her for me, or he will die."

Sir Winston didn't know what to do. He was worried about his sovereign as he had never seen him in such a mood. He wished he could comfort him, could help him regain his senses, but he was a mere knight in his army. Unwilling to leave his lord alone, he summoned for Sir Reginald, one of the lower knights whom he knew to be a loyal subject. He would certainly be able to escort the necromancer on his way to Blackberry Fields Castle.

"Ah yes. You can't trust spies. They have betrayed someone else before, what would keep them from betraying you. I had thought I wouldn't need them anymore after everyone has died here at the castle, but now fate laughs at my efforts and turns them useless. Let's just hope that she is still alive and that that good- for- nothing priest can find her." After Sir Winston's departure, King Gerald III had more than enough time to consider his situation. It were depressing thoughts indeed.

The next morning saw a sovereign in a terrible mood. Claiming the royal chambers, he came across several paintings depicting a young beauty who was certainly his missing bride. She looked just as lovely as he had imagined, if only he could find her. His sleep was troubled as he kept dreaming about her leaving him in a cold and empty world. When he finally awoke from his nightmares, he knew that he had to make her his bride no matter what the cost.

Early in the morning, he had all his knights summoned. He then ordered two parties to be formed to claim the other cities in this realm. Since there shouldn't be any resistance, they were to have only small escorts. Before they were to leave, he invited the knights into his private chambers and, showing them the pictures of the princess, asked them to be on the look- out for his bride. The one who found her would be granted a special reward. After that, he dismissed them and returned to his lonely thoughts totally unaware of the sadness in one pair of eyes.


Chapter 17 : Into the Murky Swamps

Two days passed without much of an incident for the princess and her companions.

During their first night travelling with the farmer, John woke up in the middle of the night just as he fell into the scarf the princess was still wearing. In order to be unsuspicious, the squire had stayed inside the princess's ear even as she went to bed. (Not that he would have complained about these accomodations). Obviously, she had rolled over in her sleep, so that exit was suddenly below John's sleeping form. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt by the incident. He thought about his situation and found that the best thing to do was to sleep below her throat as there wouldn't be any danger of her crushing him there in her sleep. 

Thus, the tiny squire started to walk down besides the sleeping princess's face. Since there weren't any lights, he could just guess at the shapes next to him. At first, the regular sound of her breathing grew louder and louder, until he found himself standing in the path of a strong air current moving towards the face at one time and away from it in the very next moment. Fighting to stay on his feet, he continued and finally reached a point where the wall next to him moved backwards. There he settled down onto the scarf.

In the morning, the princess woke up first. She started to get up, when she suddenly felt something fall onto her bossom. Without thinking, she exclaimed "Eek!". Her being a well- raised princess though, that cry of surprise was rather short and quiet and wasn't even noticed by the farmer. In a flash, the incidents of the past days returned to her together with the smell of her poor suroundings. In order to confirm her suspicions, she lifted the cloth of her garment over her right breast, and yes, there he was, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and unaware of his "interesting" surroundings. Before he could realize what happened and really embarass the princess, she quickly picked him up, though still careful not to hurt him. 

Once she had held him up to her ear and waited for him to climb in, she asked him about what he thought he had been doing. "Your Highness, I don't know what I have done so as to incur your anger. During the night, Your Highness had tilted Your head, dropping me out of your ear. After recovering, I settled down in your scarf below your neck. Now I woke up, falling and obviously landing on your shoulder. Before I came to my senses, though, you picked me up. Where have I gone wrong, and what should I do." "Mmmmhhh. Well, I was just surprised by you falling onto me. But I guess we can't keep me from moving in my sleep, so I have to be more careful when getting up." "No, no, it wasn't the fault of your Highness. It was just a stupid accident."

John wondered why the princess had been so distressed by the incident. Come to think of it, her shoulder had been rather soft, more like ... He didn't want to think of it. If he had really fallen there, there would be no way to apologize for it. Since things seemed to be settled for the princess, the squire came to the conclusion, that it would be best not to ask any further questions.

After lunch that day, they were passed by a knight and twelve soldiers marching as fast as they could. Both the princess and John recognized the banner of Stormrock. Holding her breath, the princess pulled the scarf tightly over her head and cowered, trying to appear even smaller. But the soldiers didn't even wait to look onto the cart much less inspect the occupants more closely. There was actually little words the princess and her squire had to exchange after words. Both now knew at least the answer to some of the open questions. But they had to carry on, although they now knew what enemy to look out for.

Now, two days after leaving with the oxen cart, they were entering the Murky Swamps. It was known to be a rather dangerous region. As long as you stayed on the road, you were reasonably safe, but as soon as you abandoned it, you were doomed. The waters were said to be full of spirits and monsters waiting to pull foolish travellers to a horrible death. As the princess held her breath and tensed, John peered outside. The sight was indeed intimdating.

In front of them, the road slowly descended into a dark wetland. Crippled trees surrounded it, with thick fog blocking the view after only a few meters. The croaking of frogs mingled with some strange gurgling sounds and noises whose origin John couldn't even guess at. After spending most of the time enjoying the princess's nice smell, he was hit very hard by the stench emanating from the area.

Since Deepswamps was situated squarely in the center of the Murky Swamps, they had no options but to proceed. Disgusted by the area, John crawled deep into his host's ear where it was warm and her smell was keeping the stench out. Then the ground started shaking. After wondering for a few moments, the squire realized that the princess was shivering. He remembered how cold fog can be, especially when it was that thick, and the clothes the princess was wearing would be offering little protection from that. John cursed his size. If he had been normal sized, he could at least try to keep her warm, maybe by giving her his tunic, or maybe embracing her - in order to keep her warm of course. Still, he felt the blood rushing into his head as he had these thoughts.

This was indeed a dark time for the princess. Although she had learned a lot and changed quite a bit recovering from her extremely protected youth, she hadn't been prepared for something like this. The stench was making her feel nauseous and once they entered the swamps, she discovered that the fog was freezing. Her clothes offered no protection at all as the humidity crawled through the seams.

It was the evening of that day when it happened. Suddenly, the road dissolved under the wheel on the princess's side, tilting the vehicle and sending the occupants flying into the swamps at the side. Fotunately, the ground was still stable there, so they weren't in any real danger. Still, all the movement caused the squire to leave the ear and fly further away from the road into a bush on a small island. Although he got cut by the leaves in several places, he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

"Nothing's broken it would seem. I really am a lucky guy. But the fog is REALLY cold. Poor princess Elizabeth. While she kept me warm and safe, she must have been suffering terribly. I bet she is really worried about me now, so I better get ... Aaahh!" John stopped as a rock as big as a small hut to him started to move. Turning around, the toad looked directly down at him. The squire was paralyzed by fear, but even if he had been able to move, where could he have run? Certainly, the toad would be faster than him and its brought mouth seemed more than big enough to swallow him whole.

The toad slowly began to open its mouth. It was a dark cavern glistening with saliva. Sticky strands of saliva were being pulled apart and only unwilling dissolved. 

The toad tensed.

SWOSH! Suddenly, a giant shade appeared behind the toad in the fog. The animal forgot about its tiny prey immediately and scurried away. "HERE! PRINCESS! DOWN HERE!" John was overjoyed when he recognized his Lady who had obviously been looking for him. Therefore he had been crying out at the top of his lung. At first, she didn't hear him, but just as she was so close that he began considering running away in order to keep from being stepped on, she suddenly stopped and tilted her head. John yelled again, as loud as he could and she looked down. Quickly, she bent down and put him near her ear. "Are you alright?" "Now that I am reunited with Your Highness, I am fine. Thank you so much for saving me." He crept deeply into her warm ear. "Mmmmhh???" "You appeared just as a toad wanted to make a meal out of me. But don't worry, you came in time and I was saved." Still this incident made both of them quiet as they thought about what could have happened.


Chapter 18 : The Prophecy

Sir Winston was really worried about his sovereign. King Gerald had been sleeping very little those past few days and had eaten even less. His mood had been shifting between depression and rage, making all soldiers fear him even more, and thus furthering his isolation. He had even ceased spending time with his royal knights, something especially bitter for Sir Winston. And now, after five days of this routine, HE was here. The royal knight felt deep apprehension just looking at the black- robed figure.

"Your Sire, please forgive the delay ..." "Find her! Now." "Yes, My Lord. But I need a sacrifice ..." "You there, footboy, go and assist Bishop Jeremiah."

The young boy was shaking with fear. He couldn't have been older than 10 years and had blond hair und brown eyes. His appearance was pleasing, enhanced by the white tunic he was wearing. Knowing that resistance wouldn't do him any good, he slowly approached the old man who had started murmuring words in a tongue the boy didn't know. 

Four meters to go. The old man had his eyes closed and seemed oblivious of his surroundings. 

Three meters to go. The boy felt a strange anxiety. 

Two meters to go. The boy couldn't stand the murmuring voice, the odd words echoing in his head growing louder and louder, although the man still didn't do anything.

One meter to go. The boy's heart was pounding. He felt that something powerful, something dark was entering, was preparing to devor him. He wanted to turn and run, but instead he stepped forward.

Without interrupting his chanting, Bishop Jeremiah drew his dagger. While his left hand pulled the boy towards him with a force unlikely for such an old man, his right hand drew the dagger. The boy's scream was cut short by a stream of blood that turned the tunic's upper half red. Swiftly, the priest proceeded to cut open the cloth, reveiling an unscathed body, looking more like a statue as it lay still, not disturbed by the stroke of a heart or the breathing of a lung. Still singing the magic words, he drew the dagger over the stomach, drawing lines of dark red blood. Then he opened the boy and stopped his chanting.

Although it was a gruesome sight, no one in the hall could move. All were staring at the priest's activity with a terrible fascination. After giving the corpse's organs a swift inspection, Jeremiah removed them one by one, weighing each in his hands and examing its shape from all directions. Then, amidst a pool of blood and guts, he turned towards his monarch.

"The Holy Mother has answered our questions via this boy. The princess is alive. She is still within the kingdom in the south. She will be with you within ten days." "If your words are true, you will not only get the temples you requested, but I will give you a most generous donation. But if the princess hasn't come here by the eleventh day, I will see your head on a stake outside the castle." "I have faith in the Holy Mother. Surely, she will help us." "You are dismissed - for now. Sir Winston, send a message about this prophecy to Deepswamps. And someone should clean up that mess."

As the king turned and left the audience chamber, the audience recovered. Although most of them were warriors accustomed to death and war, many of them were quite pale. Sir Winston had two soldiers carry the corpse outside while another two were sent for buckets and cloth so that they could clean up the guts scattered on the floor. After seeing them get to work, he summoned a scribe so that he could pass on the word as ordered.

He considered what he had just witnessed. Though he didn't trust the necromancer, he knew that his powers were great. If he wanted to, he could certainly get such knowledge. And considering the king's current state, lying to him would be very dangerous. So, if he said the girl was in the south, then she was there. And she would come here. There would be that marriage.

When the scribe arrived, Sir Winston dismissed him immediately. Then he went for his lord's chambers.


Chapter 19 : A Hot Spot

John woke up, lying in the princess's scarf as had been his habit ever since that incident in the first night during their cart travel. Although the cloth was much too coarse to offer effective protection against the cold humidity, he had been able to get huddled into several layers of it, which was helping at least a bit. 

Walking around her chin, he was able to see that his beautiful companion was stil asleep her eyes closed and a frown on her brow. He felt sorry for her as she was seemingly even dreaming about the terrible things that had happened and the problems they were facing for the future. There wasn't much he could have done about it save helping her finish this journey as fast as possible. 

Hearing nature's call, he walked away from his lady and relieved himself. Then he returned and climbed up the sleeping beauty's hair and into her ear. After being outside in the cold swamp, the warmth she emitted was more than welcome, although it also made him sleepy. Content, he settled down, gently stroking the walls surrounding him.

Next thing he knew, things started moving. He must have dozed of after all, as the farmer was inquiring about the princess's well- being. While the farm lands were densely populated so that one was able to find shelter just about anywhere, they hadn't come across any huts ever after entering the swamp's grey twilight. As grey turned to pitch black, they were forced to set up camp for the night. The humidity made lighting a fire outright impossible as the wet twigs and leaves wouldn't nourish a fire. At least there had been a blanket in the cart so that the princess could get at least some protection. Still, it must have been her worst night yet.

The next day passed without any incident, the environment only a mixture of grey with some black shades just hinting at was there just a few meters away. Princess Elizabeth obviously didn't feel to well, probably because of lack of sleep and talked only when asked. John felt a bit guilty as he enjoyed the warmth of his hiding place, but was at a loss as what to do. Not sure what exactly was bothering the princess the most, he didn't know what words could ease her life.

Again the grey fog turned black without any human habitation in sight. Hadn't there been the road they were moving along, the travellers would have believed that they had lost their way. Still, the total lack of humans was unsettling as the surroundings looked strange and cursed.

The night was cold and unpleasant. John dreamed he was normal sized, walking through the castle next to the princess. They were chatting and laughing together. Suddenly. The ground shook and everything fell to piece. Dust billowed up in high clouds. Still coughing, he looked around as it settled. He was tiny, insignificant next to the princess who called him but couldn't find him. Then, an eagle- winged black shape rose behind the princesss. As she couldn't hear the squire's warnings, she was surprised by the darkness suddenly engulfing her, swallowing her whole while John screamed out in terror.

He awoke covered with sticky sweat, his mouth still opened for a scream and his heart pounding. Looking around, he figured that it must have been early morning, the grey world around him still a bit darker than usual. Checking on the princess he found that she was still sleeping, uneasily though with sweat gathering on her brow. After attending to his morning toilet, he returned to his place in her ear.

Something was wrong. It wasn't just warm inside her ear, it was outright hot. Had John believed that he was mistaking the day before, he was now sure that it was too hot here now. Worried, he shouted at the princess, trying to wake her up. She just shifted her head a little bit and groaned a bit. He tried tickling her, hitting her, but to no avail.

Then he heard the farmer addressing the princess. Still she wouldn't answer. The peasant now sounded worried. Then, everything jumped up. It wasn't the princess getting up though. In that case, everything would have been tilting as she raised her head. Instead, everything just went up pressing John into the soft floor beneath. Obviously, the farmer had lifted the princess onto the cart. Then they continued, the farmer being abusive towards the oxen shouting out in an angry voice. And John wondered what other disasters he would have to witness helplessly.