Three hours after
this- the gang came to rescue him. They had avoided the guards,
takend out the gaoler and when they got the cell open and Alistair
went to embrace his brother he was met with a fist in his face. The
rest of the gang were in shock- that was not the usual reaction to
being rescued. "How much did they pay you? Was it enough?"
The man screamed, tears in his eyes. "Have I not been a good
brother? Why did you do it?!" Alistair looked up, seemingly
confused. "What?" "Traitor." Came the seething
whisper in return. "Allan told me-" "Allan? Well of
course he would say that he-" "You beat him- for
months." "What?" "You stabbed him in the side
of his chest- I know because I had to use one of my shirts to try to
stop the bleeding." "Quentin- I swear to you I did noth-"
Quentin's next words were quiet, soft. "I heard you, you
know? I didn't believe Allan- until I heard you- out there." This
was the point that Alistair got truly afraid. "He pleaded with me
to beleive- told me I'd have to warn everybody. He couldn't, he
thought. I'm not going to make it out of here, Quentin. You're going
to have to warn everyone, Quentin. Your brother beat me, quentin. He
stabbed me in the side!" With every sentence, Quentin hit his
brother, who was backing into a corner the furious gazes of all the
outlaws on him. Alistair didn't resist when his brother reached
inside his cloak and brought out a heavy purse and a dagger, coated
with a layer of dried blood. "I never want to see you again."
leaving the cell Quentin slammed the door shut.
The outlaws flew
through the castle trying to think where they would keep Allan- he
had not been in the torture chamber- that was the first place they
had looked. Suddenly, Will had a thought and led everybody to the
larder and started feeling at the walls. "look for loose
stone- there's a doorway somewhere around here..." "How
do you know?" Will didn't answer straight away- he was a confidant,
so without explaining he simply said 'Allan'. The outlaws were
interrupted as a small chamber maid entered the room- sneaking around
to 'acquire' some food, she looked at the outlaws. And wordlessly
walked over to one of the shelves and pushed on the wall next to it,
revealing a doorway. She stuffed a piece of bread down her dress, and
left the room. Making a note of what the girl looked like, the
outlaws proceeded to the room, but none, save Quentin, were prepared
for the sight before them. But to their horror- he was cold.