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Jon and the round table: chapter two
Last chapter
Alanna went to her last stop of the day here in Corus, to the Dancing Dove, to meet Arthur, the current King of Thieves that George had introduced her to.
Alanna caught Arthur's attention from the unusually empty room, by signaling him to the back room. She needed to speak with him privately. When they were alone in the thief's room, Alanna sat down in a chair and signaled Arthur to do the same.
"I need your help," Alanna started, as always, getting right to the point. "I need you to help me get Jonathan off the throne."
Arthur, not wanting to upset the Lioness any more than she apparently already was (rumor had it she was not her best this time of the month. He didn't want to mess with her pissed off and PMS-ing!) The King of Thieves only raised his eyebrows. "Why?" he asked, as if she had asked nothing more than help with breakfast. "Why do you want your king dead?" he asked her. He was not the most brilliant King of Thieves. He was in fact extremely stupid, but since there weren't any thieves left, it didn't seem to matter.
"Because he an ass!!" she snapped. "He spends his entire time worrying about his clothes and now this gods damned table that he just bought. It's sickening I tell you!" now she was roaring, as he expected a lioness to, not a full-grown woman.
Arthur shrank back from her slightly. He felt that he had better agree. It was clear that she would make his life quite difficult if he didn't. secretly he thought the idea of a round table to be interesting, but he would never mention that to Alanna. "OK," he began slowly, "how do you presume we kill the king, and who would claim the throne?"
Alanna paused. She had not thought out her plan that far. In all honesty, she hadn't expected for Arthur to agree so quickly. She would have made him agree in the end, but he had come with out the fight. Now she had to act like she knew what she was doing. "Um. I know!" she exclaimed proudly. "I can go and talk to his highness. No one there knows that he fired me but him. And I'll sneak you in as. a servant! That's it, you'll be my servant, and I will go inside to Jon's study. Then you and I will attack him with our hidden daggers, and all will be well!" Alanna thought that this was a very good plan. She was secretly very impressed with herself at having come up with it all on her own.
Arthur was not convinced. However, when he tried to argue, the lioness gave him such a look of hatred that he shrank back, and agreed. He figured he could die trying to kill the King, or die refusing to. Better to go with my better odds. A million to one was still better than nothing to zero. "And who will claim the throne my lady?"
"You," snapped the lioness, back to a bad mood. "Duh!"
"ok. I geuss." Agreed Arthur, "but I really don't know how to run a nation. The only reason I am king of thieves is because all of the thieves disbanded, and it's only my brother and me left. Seeing as he has fewer brains than even me, I became king. All the others serve either George, or Myles.
Alanna glared at Arthur for getting off topic. "Alright," she snapped again. "We move out, um." she hesitated, not sure when to make their move.
"Shouldn't we go in the night time? That way he is sleeping, and there will be less people." Arthur offered, tentatively.
"Hey!" growled the lioness; "I make the decisions around here, not you meathead. "We will leave at night time. That is what I was about to suggest when you interrupted.
Arthur nodded, crestfallen.
~That Night~
Alanna had snuck Arthur into her room that afternoon as a servant. It wasn't really hard. Ever since Jon had told the royal guard, (aka. Raoul and his companies) to stuff it and go to the dessert, (the boys had not shown up for his ball, themed 'Pink and Proper' and Jon had been a little more than vexed) there wasn't much guarding going on.
Alanna and Arthur crept silently along a secret passage way to the Kings sleeping quarters. They crept in and up to the bed, to a slightly snoring, sleeping King Jon. He slept alone. Thayet had left when he had started to look at all of the very young, very pretty gilrs in all of the magazines the "American" had brought. She had taken the kids to the Yamani Islands. All of a sudden Jon startled the two plotters by rolling over and mumbling, "I will NOT where stripes with plaids," only to doze off again. Alanna giggled, excited by the night's expedition.
Responding to the giggle, Jon sat bolt upright in bed, and looked at the two people standing over him with daggers. "What in the Goddess is going on here!?"
"Oh," said Arthur, "we were only gonna kill you." Alanna rolled her eyes and slapped Arthur up side the head.
"You idiot!" she hollered at Arthur, "you don't tell the king he's going to get killed right before you kill him!"
"Why not?" both Jon and Arthur said in unison.
"Because stupids!" she screamed, "Then he knows his life is in danger and he yells to get help." She eyed the silent Jonathan suspiciously. "However, there are some exceptions," she muttered.
~To be continued.~
Jon and the round table: chapter two
Last chapter
Alanna went to her last stop of the day here in Corus, to the Dancing Dove, to meet Arthur, the current King of Thieves that George had introduced her to.
Alanna caught Arthur's attention from the unusually empty room, by signaling him to the back room. She needed to speak with him privately. When they were alone in the thief's room, Alanna sat down in a chair and signaled Arthur to do the same.
"I need your help," Alanna started, as always, getting right to the point. "I need you to help me get Jonathan off the throne."
Arthur, not wanting to upset the Lioness any more than she apparently already was (rumor had it she was not her best this time of the month. He didn't want to mess with her pissed off and PMS-ing!) The King of Thieves only raised his eyebrows. "Why?" he asked, as if she had asked nothing more than help with breakfast. "Why do you want your king dead?" he asked her. He was not the most brilliant King of Thieves. He was in fact extremely stupid, but since there weren't any thieves left, it didn't seem to matter.
"Because he an ass!!" she snapped. "He spends his entire time worrying about his clothes and now this gods damned table that he just bought. It's sickening I tell you!" now she was roaring, as he expected a lioness to, not a full-grown woman.
Arthur shrank back from her slightly. He felt that he had better agree. It was clear that she would make his life quite difficult if he didn't. secretly he thought the idea of a round table to be interesting, but he would never mention that to Alanna. "OK," he began slowly, "how do you presume we kill the king, and who would claim the throne?"
Alanna paused. She had not thought out her plan that far. In all honesty, she hadn't expected for Arthur to agree so quickly. She would have made him agree in the end, but he had come with out the fight. Now she had to act like she knew what she was doing. "Um. I know!" she exclaimed proudly. "I can go and talk to his highness. No one there knows that he fired me but him. And I'll sneak you in as. a servant! That's it, you'll be my servant, and I will go inside to Jon's study. Then you and I will attack him with our hidden daggers, and all will be well!" Alanna thought that this was a very good plan. She was secretly very impressed with herself at having come up with it all on her own.
Arthur was not convinced. However, when he tried to argue, the lioness gave him such a look of hatred that he shrank back, and agreed. He figured he could die trying to kill the King, or die refusing to. Better to go with my better odds. A million to one was still better than nothing to zero. "And who will claim the throne my lady?"
"You," snapped the lioness, back to a bad mood. "Duh!"
"ok. I geuss." Agreed Arthur, "but I really don't know how to run a nation. The only reason I am king of thieves is because all of the thieves disbanded, and it's only my brother and me left. Seeing as he has fewer brains than even me, I became king. All the others serve either George, or Myles.
Alanna glared at Arthur for getting off topic. "Alright," she snapped again. "We move out, um." she hesitated, not sure when to make their move.
"Shouldn't we go in the night time? That way he is sleeping, and there will be less people." Arthur offered, tentatively.
"Hey!" growled the lioness; "I make the decisions around here, not you meathead. "We will leave at night time. That is what I was about to suggest when you interrupted.
Arthur nodded, crestfallen.
~That Night~
Alanna had snuck Arthur into her room that afternoon as a servant. It wasn't really hard. Ever since Jon had told the royal guard, (aka. Raoul and his companies) to stuff it and go to the dessert, (the boys had not shown up for his ball, themed 'Pink and Proper' and Jon had been a little more than vexed) there wasn't much guarding going on.
Alanna and Arthur crept silently along a secret passage way to the Kings sleeping quarters. They crept in and up to the bed, to a slightly snoring, sleeping King Jon. He slept alone. Thayet had left when he had started to look at all of the very young, very pretty gilrs in all of the magazines the "American" had brought. She had taken the kids to the Yamani Islands. All of a sudden Jon startled the two plotters by rolling over and mumbling, "I will NOT where stripes with plaids," only to doze off again. Alanna giggled, excited by the night's expedition.
Responding to the giggle, Jon sat bolt upright in bed, and looked at the two people standing over him with daggers. "What in the Goddess is going on here!?"
"Oh," said Arthur, "we were only gonna kill you." Alanna rolled her eyes and slapped Arthur up side the head.
"You idiot!" she hollered at Arthur, "you don't tell the king he's going to get killed right before you kill him!"
"Why not?" both Jon and Arthur said in unison.
"Because stupids!" she screamed, "Then he knows his life is in danger and he yells to get help." She eyed the silent Jonathan suspiciously. "However, there are some exceptions," she muttered.
~To be continued.~
