Chapter 4
"What are we doing here, Duncan?" Zodak questioned.
"There is a farmer here I have met but a few times. I have become curious to him after the Sorceress's description of the Thenurians."
Duncan walked up to a small, yet very neat piece of farming line. A tiny hut was positioned at the far end of a garden. The person inside heard a knock at his door.
"I have no new crops today," shouted a voice from inside the hut.
"I wish to only speak to you, Trusting Shepherd," Duncan called back.
"Man-At-Arms? Such a good customer you are, enter, enter!" the Shepherd responded.
"If what I think is true, our lead is inside. Stay here while I speak with him," Duncan informed He-Man and Zodak before he entered the hut.
"I should have more Pummnick seeds and juice in a fort night," the Shepherd greeted Duncan.
"I actually have come full of conversation my friend."
"Conversation? What a nice treat, I do so grow lonely in my old age."
"This is of utmost importance to the planet. What can you tell me about... the Thenurians?"
The Shepherd seemed to become scared and restless as Duncan mentioned that word. Theunurians... the sound rang through the Shepherd's mind like a piercing banshee, attempting to break down the walls to forgotten memories of the past. The Shepherd quickly passed out.
Duncan emerged from the hut with the small Shepherd in his arms.
"What have you done to him?" Zodak said dryly.
"The poor soul fainted at the mention of the Thenurians. We must get him back to the Palace and get him treatment. Perhaps then he will be able to talk."
Meanwhile, behind a small thicket of trees...
"What's a Thenurian?" Tri-Klops scratched his chin as he asked Evil Lyn. "And why would Man-At-Arms be so interested in a frail shepherd? Perhaps Skeletor will know the-"
"I think it would be best, Tri-Klops, if we knew the answers first. Don't you?" Evil-Lyn's eyes pulsated a vivid purple. "I know what you want, Tri- Klops, and you know what I want. Let us not repress ourselves; instead, we can quench each others'.... thrists." Evil-Lyn produced a wicked smile as they departed into the Evergreen Forest.
"What are we doing here, Duncan?" Zodak questioned.
"There is a farmer here I have met but a few times. I have become curious to him after the Sorceress's description of the Thenurians."
Duncan walked up to a small, yet very neat piece of farming line. A tiny hut was positioned at the far end of a garden. The person inside heard a knock at his door.
"I have no new crops today," shouted a voice from inside the hut.
"I wish to only speak to you, Trusting Shepherd," Duncan called back.
"Man-At-Arms? Such a good customer you are, enter, enter!" the Shepherd responded.
"If what I think is true, our lead is inside. Stay here while I speak with him," Duncan informed He-Man and Zodak before he entered the hut.
"I should have more Pummnick seeds and juice in a fort night," the Shepherd greeted Duncan.
"I actually have come full of conversation my friend."
"Conversation? What a nice treat, I do so grow lonely in my old age."
"This is of utmost importance to the planet. What can you tell me about... the Thenurians?"
The Shepherd seemed to become scared and restless as Duncan mentioned that word. Theunurians... the sound rang through the Shepherd's mind like a piercing banshee, attempting to break down the walls to forgotten memories of the past. The Shepherd quickly passed out.
Duncan emerged from the hut with the small Shepherd in his arms.
"What have you done to him?" Zodak said dryly.
"The poor soul fainted at the mention of the Thenurians. We must get him back to the Palace and get him treatment. Perhaps then he will be able to talk."
Meanwhile, behind a small thicket of trees...
"What's a Thenurian?" Tri-Klops scratched his chin as he asked Evil Lyn. "And why would Man-At-Arms be so interested in a frail shepherd? Perhaps Skeletor will know the-"
"I think it would be best, Tri-Klops, if we knew the answers first. Don't you?" Evil-Lyn's eyes pulsated a vivid purple. "I know what you want, Tri- Klops, and you know what I want. Let us not repress ourselves; instead, we can quench each others'.... thrists." Evil-Lyn produced a wicked smile as they departed into the Evergreen Forest.