The gates of the town were already bolted.
Outside the town, in front of the walls , moved along 2 figures, always in the shade, and absolutely silently.
They were wrapped in dark hooded coats. One figure pushed back the hood.
The face what appeared was young, hardly older than 19.20, and belonged to a good-looking young man. He had paled-blond hair which gleamed in the light of the moon white, his narrow face reminded of a cat.
The only flaw was the pale, silver scar which ran horizontally about his nosebone and the left eye which had a milk white colour. He was blind on the eye, however, this seemed to damage neither his good appearance particularly, nor seemed it to hinder him in the darkness.
Confidently and smoothly he crept along the wall, until a hand suddenly lay down from the back on his arm. The other man pulled quick as a flash a knife the other figure, however, gave her a sign, and she lowered the knife.
„So late still outdoors on the way? "said a croaking voice.
The young man smiled, and the smile looked a little bit cruel.
„It is never too late to meet friends." he answered.
" My prince, in me you have a friend."
The prince took step backward, and one, shabbily active man stooped by the age stepped beside him from the shades. The prince was still smiling.
"I already thought, we missed you." he said, the man answered his smile and bared a dental gap.
"I would never miss something like that , prince Pascal. My king wants information about your gifted companion, the graceled one."
The 2nd figure in the hooded coat scratched with the feet. Its face lay in the darkness, however, the old person believed to see a green eye flashing.
"We will not disappoint him. You never heard about something similar."
"Really?" asked the old person. He moved beside the prince and his companion quickly like a weasel. Pascal indicated beside himself.
"Only a tone from this throat is able to cause miracle. I have many enemies, "he explained. "And I am able to kill everybody. However, do you know how many of them commited suicide after I have sent envoys to them under whom this miracle voice was?"
The old person pulled together the eyebrows. 2 figures expelled a cough which sounded almost amused.
"You are a present, "said the prince, before he turned again to the old person. "Words from this neck one cannot be handled. It is like compulsion, a manipulation. Sometimes I believe, even in addition, more."
"I never heard of such a thing, "said the old person. "It seems impossible to me."
Again a cruelly working smile of the prince.
"He does not believe you, Pascal, "the voice of the acolyte argued, he sounded soft and quiet. "Let it to us bring forward, nevertheless."
Pascal laughed. It was a mocking laughter.
"I'll never fall again under influence , Armi, the last spot you had me almost so far that I would have jumped from the roof."
"It is not necessary that I influence you, "said the acolyte and the old person believed to recognise a smile. "In the gate there, in front, is a guard. When the sunlight has passed and the night arrives,no one is allowed to pass the he's going to make a exception for us,I think."
The old person pulled up an eyebrow.
"I'll takea look at it, if you persuade me , I promise, we carry you on the throne of your father, my prince."
The prince laid an arm around the dark hooded figure. They both threw a long look to themselves, the eye of the prince shone golden-brown in the light.
Then they ran faster, until they saw the flickering light of torches.
The guard looked up.
"It is late at night. Come again tomorrow morning!"
"You will not let us pass, will you? "asked the prince.
"No! "answered the guard impatiently. "Just leave."
The recipient stepped forward, pushed back the hood a piece.
A stripe pale skin appeared on which scratches and blue spots stood out.
"Let us pass the gate, immediately. " the recipient quietly said.
The words had hardly died away, the guard winked confused, unlocked a small door in the wall and opened it.
The prince and his companion stepped inside.
The old spy watched with surprise.
"You'll never speak about it. " the recipient instructed the guard. "Best of all, you forget that we were generally here."
Again a confused blinking.
Then silence.
The door was closed from the outside.
"You have not bribed him?"
"Hardly. " the recipient answered bored in the whisper that seemed own to him. "If I had so much money to bribe him, then I would be lengthens gone down."
The prince looked at his companion amused.
"As if you could hide from me, Armi. I would find you everywhere."
"Unfortunately. "said Armi.
"If you have not bribed him... "the old person said hesitantly.
"Do you not believe us? Still a small taste? Since this was nothing at all."
"Maybe I should try it on you, old spy. " Armi added.
The old person stepped back indiscernibly.
"I believe you. "he assured. "I believe your words completely, prince. You never lied to us. We bring you quite far upwards, I promise this."
The said nothing, but his companion coughed again, amused, and now where he stood beside the prince, the old person saw how small and fragile he was. Maybe a boy?
"And I? I am the graced one here. Do you want to offer to me nothing? I could make you do it."
The prince wiped himself with the hand over the mouth.
"Make yourselves not ridiculous, Armi. Everything you get is a punch in the face when we are alone."
"Is this a threat? "growled Armi.
"No, it was a joke. "the prince replied. "Nevertheless, you know that you'll not go away empty-handed if our plan runs off freely from problems."
"IF, Pascal, IF."
"Hush,darling , you make fear to our guest." He patted Armis arm.
"I always thought, torture, grief and fear would be your specialisation, prince."
The old person who got now really some fear (People who had a grace were not to be trusted, they were wayward, also also the prince ; he trusted none of them particularly ) just wanted to return to his king.
Now, therefore, he also began to start slowly the retreat.
"I announce myself if I have an answer. " he promised.
"I hope this, "said the prince disparagingly.
"If not, I would shovel to me a grave. " Armi chilly added.
The prince nodded on parting and turned to his companion.
"You could be politer. " he reproved.
"You would have this with pleasure,wouldn't you? A polite me? I fight, lie and kill for you, theres no need to be polite."
The prince laid a hand on Armis arm.
If the old person had looked back, he would have seen how the both kissed each other