In fact they don’t seem to be there.”
Kaleen’s face fell, “You jest!” he pulled Kendra away from the door and slid the bolt back. Throwing open the door he plunged inside to find it empty of the two prisoners. Looking back at the king’s champion he saw nothing. He ran to the door and looked either side of the passageway but Kendra was not to be found. “Curses be upon him!”
The next day Kendra was up early and waiting in the throne room. He saw the king come in and greeted him. Then a few minutes later Tarendon entered looking sheepish.
“What is it my brother?”
“It seems as though Kaleen has let Colman and Fech free and has run off with them.” For a second he shook his head then demanded, “Send someone after them all, to take their lives!”
Calmly the king replied, “No. What is done is done. I believed them to be innocent anyway.”
Slamming his fist upon the table Tarendon shouted, “But they laid their hands on me!”
“And you were in disguise visiting the fleshpots of the city. You want the guards dead because of your arrogance. If I should die you would not be worthy to rule in my place. Go and think on sin and do not visit me again until you have contemplated your folly.”
“But!”
Kendra stood and towered over Tarendon making it known that he should no longer be in the king’s presence.
Tarendon turned and left, his head down.
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Kendra
FantasiDark he was and olive eyed. Fierce as the sun and white as the moon. He led an army of 10,000 men all trained in the arts of war. He lived in the Bosom of Abraham with his wife and children, but warred upon the earth to satiate his battle lust and n...
