UNKNOWN OBJECTIVES
1270, Black Marshes
“I apologize if it took us a day to release thee.” Agatha said, setting Julie out of her cellar.
“Worry not, I understand.” Julie answered.
“So, what’s thy name?” Fred asked.
“I am Julieanne…” (Julie paused) I am not certain if this is… but what if they aren’t… “Julieanne of the Riverside.” She made up.
“Pleased to meet thee Julieanne. I am Agatha and this is…” Agatha Introduced.
“Fred… Manfred, Son of Alfred the blind.” Fred said.
“Holy smokes! Thou art Manfred?! This means, thou are from Saint John!” Julie exclaimed.
“Yes, we are from Saint John, why is that?” Fred Wondered.
“Don’t thee recognize me?” Julie excitedly asked.
“Huh?” Agatha reacted.
“Well, if thou ask me… No, but upon seeing thee this close. I could say that thou resemble Agatha’s face.” Fred opinionated, “Is she thy lost sister?” Fred asked Agatha.
“SISTER?! I don’t have a sibling remember?” Agatha exclaimed.
“Hang on, If thou art Manfred… where is Joan?” Julie interfered.
“She is…” Fred was about to say, “…ooff!” Agatha punched Fred’s stomach.
Agatha immediately drew her sword “How did thou know my name?”
“By the heavens!” Julie teared with Joy, “Mother!” She embraced Agatha.
“MOTHER?” Fred reacted, “She’s thy daughter?” He turned to Agatha.
“Hold thy horses lady.” Agatha shoved Julie. “Do I look like a mother to thee?”
Julie nodded.
“Insolent lass!” Agatha lifted her sword.
“Agatha, Wait! Wait! Ease thy temper my love!” Fred held Agatha.
Agatha exhaled, “Fine!”
“Now my love, tell me the truth… is she thy child?” Fred asked.
“No! She isn’t! Come on Fred! I do not know what this girl is talking about!” Agatha answered.
“I am also thy daughter Manfred!” Julie intruded.
“WHAT?!” Fred and Agatha said in unison.
After a minute of awkward silence Agatha punched Fred again.
“Oooff! Hey what was that for?” Fred complained.
“How much did thou pay this girl to pull that jest?” Agatha said turning red.
“What? I didn’t do that!” He defended.
“He is telling the truth.” Julie said with a smile “… and so do I.” She added.
Agatha slapped her forehead.
***
“My King! Why did you agree with their terms? We can still win this war.” General Amil opinionated.
“No, we can’t! We will end up losing our men and worse, our lives!” Osman rebutted.
“Then, let me fight tomorrow’s duel” Amil volunteered, “I will insure that we will stand victorious.”
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