The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Heaven's Light

Firm as Stone

The rain had cleared, for a short time, allowing the sun to have its chance. But the warning horn had come to call at the gates of Versailles which had told the royal village that the King's Royal hire had come back from another check around the perimeters to keep the royal city safe from any siege, like of what had befallen the capital.

A white steed and upon him was the Captain of the French Archers was at the bank of the moat, and behind him was thirty five men accompanying him from the journeys. The silver of their armor glimmered to the guards of the wall.

"Who goes out there?" hollered the one of the wall guards, holding up a flaming torch.

"It is I, Sir Christopher Adnot of Versailles!" hollered the Royal Captain up to the wall as loud as he could manage.

The draw bridge was lowered down to them and at once when it was firmly down, the band of silver riders rode into the city, having bypassers stand aside from their authority.

From hearing that greeting horn from inside the pub they were staying the night in, Phoebus was perplexed as to just who was riding up these cobblestone roads and soon enough, he had gotten a clue. The silver armor was a dead give away. He recognized that man who took the lead among these riders. He was trained by that man before he was sent to Paris to take the job of Captain of Parisian Archers. That was his teacher riding through. A surge of nervousness went through the weary captain and he backed from the cracked window and sat on the wood slab for a bed. Those silver archers returning; they truly seemed very unsettled and very angry. On his part, he wore the burden of Paris' protection and he had failed it. Flames swallowed the city and barely none had been done, despite that most of his men were all killed in the mere effort of protecting the city.

Now that a liegeman was here to top it all off, getting to the King to speak with him about the matter was even harder now. Phoebus was deflated, but he then addressed his ward who asleep on the mat.

"John. Today is to be quite a day." The Parisian archor said as he woke his ward by a gentle shift with his foot.

"Who aroused the blow horn?" the ward just asked.

"Someone I fear who will be in our way... or not. But today might be our only chance. Come, get in step!" Phoebus then ushered.

The village was led to silence as the King's archor's were on their way to the castle that overlooked the hill. Draw bridge after draw bridge was lowered as the white horsemen tread forth with power divine.

"There was just no way that they would just disappear. They went northbound and never had we caught sight of them since." uttered this one soldier when asked of what he had observed.

"Pirates do not just vanish after an attack on the capital like that. The Parisian captain had failed his duty of having his own numbers, which lacked. Paris would have been guarded if he managed more men.

"The Captain of the Parisian guard, he is here now. He had asked to speak with you, your Highness." The Duke, Leroy Percival mentioned with high respect to the King, Louis.

"He may have failed that city and he may have a price to pay for his ignorance, but he had seen the attackers... he knows of the one who tended the cathedral bells there. It was told that a child had happened at that church. The baker caught her taking bread and she fled. And she had disappeared at the doors of that cathedral. Notre Dame de Paris." brought forth Adnot Christopher, the Captain of Versailles.

"That child could be anyone." drawled the ruler as he listened in. "Of all we know men, she could have been dead since the beginning. We should not dilly dally on frivilous affairs. The Spanish outlaws need to be stopped. At all costs. I demand you take your men, Adnot, along the perimeters of Paris and Bagnolet. Northern near the woodlands... Search for any sign or whisper and do not hesitate to arrest any Spaniard you come upon. Kill unless it is needed."