Angus
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He couldn't help thinking about all the lovely things he could do with that money. He coulnd't prevent himself from reaching out his arm. As he couldn't foresee that there were soldiers eyeing him at the moment his fingers touched the wealthy woman's purse.
'Thief!', they cried. There was chaos at first; 'Where, who, how?' Yet soon all eyes were fixed on Angus. 'Seems like a good time for me to leave..', he mumbled and than waved his hand and cried: 'Farewell thick purses! May we soon meet again!'
He sniggered at his own joke, than made a run for it. Soon he reached the edge of the village. Where should he go? Where was Rohan? In the castle.. not a very good place to avoid soldiers.. but then, hiding under your enemies very nose, wouldn't that be the last place for them to look?
So he crossed the fields of Lómar, panting. The thought of the mere smell of the dark, moist dungeons made him cringe. He had to get away, and it looked like he would make it too! No sign of his followers anywhere..
At the edge of the fields the two soldiers were gazing at a figure, getting smaller and smaller untill it disappeared completely. 'Explain to me again why we let him get away?', the shorter one of the two asked. 'Simple, seemingly we have a very clever thief on our hands. He plans to make for Kells castle, he thinks we'd never look there.. So safe your breath, you'll need it for when you're chasing him around the castle in a bit!' Both men grinned.
'But.. what if he doesn't make for the castle?' His compagnon answered annoyed: 'He is alright, this is a flawless plan! But if he's not.. no one has to know we let him escape, do they? They don't even know we were chasing him in the first place..', he winked at his friend.
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'Thief!' 'Now if you'll excuse me..', Angus was pasing backwards than storming out of the hallway, out of Rohan and Deirdre's sight. How could that daft pair have tracked him down?
He ran quickly down the great stairway, only to find more soldiers there. He slowed his pase, trying to see a chance to escape. There was only one way. The soldiers down the stairs had their hands reaching out for him. 'So you want me? Here I come then!', Angus jumped to the horror of the soldiers right towards them. He landed on only one of them, tumbled him down and ran off as soon as he good up. There was confusion for a moment but the soldier soon pursued him once again.
'Close the gates!! NOW!!', Angus heard someone cry. 'Great there goes my escape plan', he mumbled to himself. Cathbad's chamber, if he could only reach it, they'd never search for him there. Unnoticed he reached one of the smaller stairs to the second floor, where the chamber was to be found.
Just a few more pases, he could see the door! Exhaustion had now caught up with him. He gasped when two hands grabbed him at his shoulders just as he was about to reach for the doorknob.
'No, you won't take me!', he cried trying desperately to undo their tight grip. 'Well, well, we finally seemed to have catched up with you. And be sure we won't let you escape this time..', he heard a voice hiss from behind him.
A nauseating crack he heard, not realising it was his own skull. His gaze became blurry. He turned to look at his attackers but his vision became red, than black. He was unconscious before he hit the cold stone floor.
'Great plan, now we have to carry him to the dungeons!', the shorter of the two snorted. 'Owh, shut up, at least we have him! That's extra stew on the menu for us tonight!'
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When Angus woke up his head was pounding from the blow he'd received. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply, only to inhale the terrible stuffy smell of the dungeons. 'Oh no', he moaned: 'Of all the places in Kells..'
He pulled his legs up to his body and let his head rest on his knees. He pinched his eyes closed, avoiding the haunting thoughts of his earlier visits here. It wasn't working; groans were audible from the other cells, from men reaching old age having committed teribble crimes, who would never see another sunrise or even touch the grass..
The walls seemed to close in on him. His breath fastened. 'No not again, not again..', he pushed his hands against his ears. Sweat was pouring down his back. He tried to control his breath and inhaled deeply.
He started to hum a song that he had heard Bridget sing the other day at the well. Bridget, the fairest maiden of Kells. He smiled at the thought of her long ginger hair, the sparks in her eyes when she smiled, her rosie cheeks.. Would he ever see her again?
Slowly lyrics came to him. His hum changed into a song.
'[s]They caught me stealing purses, true.. said there wasn't anything else I could do. whe-en your belly's rumbling of hu-unger pain,[/s]'
'Perhaps it would be wise to use your brain!', a soft deep voice startled Angus in the midst of his song.
'Rohan!'
He couldn't help thinking about all the lovely things he could do with that money. He coulnd't prevent himself from reaching out his arm. As he couldn't foresee that there were soldiers eyeing him at the moment his fingers touched the wealthy woman's purse.
'Thief!', they cried. There was chaos at first; 'Where, who, how?' Yet soon all eyes were fixed on Angus. 'Seems like a good time for me to leave..', he mumbled and than waved his hand and cried: 'Farewell thick purses! May we soon meet again!'
He sniggered at his own joke, than made a run for it. Soon he reached the edge of the village. Where should he go? Where was Rohan? In the castle.. not a very good place to avoid soldiers.. but then, hiding under your enemies very nose, wouldn't that be the last place for them to look?
So he crossed the fields of Lómar, panting. The thought of the mere smell of the dark, moist dungeons made him cringe. He had to get away, and it looked like he would make it too! No sign of his followers anywhere..
At the edge of the fields the two soldiers were gazing at a figure, getting smaller and smaller untill it disappeared completely. 'Explain to me again why we let him get away?', the shorter one of the two asked. 'Simple, seemingly we have a very clever thief on our hands. He plans to make for Kells castle, he thinks we'd never look there.. So safe your breath, you'll need it for when you're chasing him around the castle in a bit!' Both men grinned.
'But.. what if he doesn't make for the castle?' His compagnon answered annoyed: 'He is alright, this is a flawless plan! But if he's not.. no one has to know we let him escape, do they? They don't even know we were chasing him in the first place..', he winked at his friend.
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'Thief!' 'Now if you'll excuse me..', Angus was pasing backwards than storming out of the hallway, out of Rohan and Deirdre's sight. How could that daft pair have tracked him down?
He ran quickly down the great stairway, only to find more soldiers there. He slowed his pase, trying to see a chance to escape. There was only one way. The soldiers down the stairs had their hands reaching out for him. 'So you want me? Here I come then!', Angus jumped to the horror of the soldiers right towards them. He landed on only one of them, tumbled him down and ran off as soon as he good up. There was confusion for a moment but the soldier soon pursued him once again.
'Close the gates!! NOW!!', Angus heard someone cry. 'Great there goes my escape plan', he mumbled to himself. Cathbad's chamber, if he could only reach it, they'd never search for him there. Unnoticed he reached one of the smaller stairs to the second floor, where the chamber was to be found.
Just a few more pases, he could see the door! Exhaustion had now caught up with him. He gasped when two hands grabbed him at his shoulders just as he was about to reach for the doorknob.
'No, you won't take me!', he cried trying desperately to undo their tight grip. 'Well, well, we finally seemed to have catched up with you. And be sure we won't let you escape this time..', he heard a voice hiss from behind him.
A nauseating crack he heard, not realising it was his own skull. His gaze became blurry. He turned to look at his attackers but his vision became red, than black. He was unconscious before he hit the cold stone floor.
'Great plan, now we have to carry him to the dungeons!', the shorter of the two snorted. 'Owh, shut up, at least we have him! That's extra stew on the menu for us tonight!'
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When Angus woke up his head was pounding from the blow he'd received. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply, only to inhale the terrible stuffy smell of the dungeons. 'Oh no', he moaned: 'Of all the places in Kells..'
He pulled his legs up to his body and let his head rest on his knees. He pinched his eyes closed, avoiding the haunting thoughts of his earlier visits here. It wasn't working; groans were audible from the other cells, from men reaching old age having committed teribble crimes, who would never see another sunrise or even touch the grass..
The walls seemed to close in on him. His breath fastened. 'No not again, not again..', he pushed his hands against his ears. Sweat was pouring down his back. He tried to control his breath and inhaled deeply.
He started to hum a song that he had heard Bridget sing the other day at the well. Bridget, the fairest maiden of Kells. He smiled at the thought of her long ginger hair, the sparks in her eyes when she smiled, her rosie cheeks.. Would he ever see her again?
Slowly lyrics came to him. His hum changed into a song.
'[s]They caught me stealing purses, true.. said there wasn't anything else I could do. whe-en your belly's rumbling of hu-unger pain,[/s]'
'Perhaps it would be wise to use your brain!', a soft deep voice startled Angus in the midst of his song.
'Rohan!'