THE PURGE

FOURTH MOTION PAGE

''Those are my daughters!'' She exclaimed.

''They are under attack!''

She screamed out in awe lifting the helm of her apparel and running away into the shadow of her abode. She did not seek our help as we had expected and that left a huge lump of ice melting on our chest.

''We are of the Order of the Light. To show love is the total sum of our enterprise, and if we sit here doing nothing, our mission will count as nothing. After all, our predisposition should bear the emblem of our creed (our character, our religion) – like a mirror – that reflects the kind of God we serve.'' The captain said.

''Therefore'' He stood to his fit, unsheathing his sword and raising his shield. ''Let's move!'' He commanded.

As soon as he said this, the soldiers immediately sprang into action, displaying a sort of eagerness and energy that would cause one to give a second thought on what the captain had actually said: if he had actually said, ''let's move'' or they had heard something like ''let's go fight for beauty...to the rescue and beyond!''

One of the soldiers shouted, ''At last!'' as he ran ahead to join the rest who had shared in the same enthusiasm.

With a smile on my face, I watched his actions interject with so much extravagance and superfluous chivalry.

Andriel's home was a gigantic edifice with magnificent cast of stones and effigies beautifully placed around its exterior. Revealing an amazing portico with a colonnade of four pillars stretching down the roof, the house unveiled a row of small trees, which sat close to the base of the first and last pillar of the colonnade. Behind the pillars, some men appeared, struggling with the ladies. Hoisting their torches roof-ward, they dragged the ladies down the stairs before a fleet of wagons, guarded by a group of armed men whose job was to grab the ladies, tie them and fling them into the wagon.

''Quickly, Quille!''

''Sir!''

''Goodward, Ragna, Lucan, Beanshield, Hornsbeard, Aguilla,''

''Sir!'' They responded.

''There are six wagons over there. Run eastward unnoticed. The archers will cover you.''

''Make sure you take out the wagoners as quickly as you can. Once you have done that successfully, we will all join you.''

''Yes sir!'' They responded.

Turning to his left, he called out the fastest of the archers.

''Grindbick!''

''Sir!''

''Billswart!''

''Sir! Yes, sir!''

''Hignack and Halgred!''

''Sir''

''Climb up into the trees and give these men some good cover.''

''Yes sir!'' They responded promptly, throwing their hands and legs upon the trees and climbing up on them like cats.

''Now the six of you!'' He turned to us. ''MOVE!'' He punched, pointing his finger towards the direction we should go.

We ran furtively into the forecourt eastward and made for the wagoners. The court was dotted with different statues behind which we hid ourselves to avoid recognition. At one point, two of the men who had entered the fore court on patrol nearly blew our cover, but they were quickly dropped to the ground by one of the archers before they could even raise an alarm. We lay ourselves on the ground and crawled sinuously few meters to the wagon.