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Justify The Thrill
Chapter 6
Exempt From Sanity
Despite the bed being softer than any he'd slept in for years Spot was
up at first light the next morning. He moved around the room and dressed in
the noble's clothes quietly, leaving Racetrack asleep in his bed. There
was a guard waiting for him outside the door, and he followed the man down a
maze of stairways to the stable. They stood by the door for what seemed
to be only a few minutes before three figures appeared through the early
morning mist. They followed Spot inside and returned to his room.
It was a slap in the face for Race to be awakened by a splash of
ice-cold water on his face. Mouse stood over him with a grin for a moment
longer before Spot replaced her. "Get up and get ready," He
hissed, "I have to wake the others."
He moved along the rooms not caring if he bothered anyone. He
threw open the doors to his friends' rooms and woke them in whatever way he saw
fit. In each room he ordered them dressed and ready within the half hour.
To his surprise Candy was already awake when he reached the room she
was sharing with Hotshot.
"Dutchy woke me up," She explained, "He has the gift you
know. He can send messages to a persons mind. Uses light to wake
people up early. King Adonis must have woken him up early."
Spot just nodded, unsure what to make of the noble's kindness. It
was the only side he had seen of her and he was still unsure if she would
actually be able to fight if needed.
He passed her and pulled the blanket off of Hotshot. It woke her
up but she refused to even open her eyes. She curled into a ball and
rolled over. "You need to be ready in half an hour," Spot
warned her. He turned to Candy, "Make sure she gets up, will
you."
Candy nodded a wicked glint in her eye. Spot closed the door
behind him and half-expected to hear Hotshot scream. It wasn't until
halfway down the hall that he finally heard it.
It seemed that Dutchy had woken the remaining nobles as they were all
assembled at the gates when Spot and the thieves joined them. All were
decked out in the same fancy clothing as their enemies of sorts. Guards
soon arrived at the gate; several surrounded the king and others walking their
mounts.
There were fifteen of the best palace horses as well as two stockier
ones pulling a cart. Two packhorses were tied to the back of the cart,
loaded down with supplies. All of the animals, even the packhorses which
were honestly plain looking looked majestic compared to the mountain ponies and
odd horses that most of the city's occupants owned. Their gear was new,
but looked like it had been common made.
Spot took a rather large package from Specs and slipped it onto the
cart without being noticed. What he'd brought would most definitely be
needed soon. He moved back into position and looked toward the king.
"I want to thank you and your friends for doing this, Spot."
King Adonis said, "Most thieves around here would rather spend their lives
in jail than do me a favor. You are truly a good man."
Spot nodded, "Thank you sir." He didn't
necessarily agree with the king but he didn't see any need to be rude
either. He stepped forward and faced his friends. They all looked
considerably more awake and alert than they had when he'd woken them not thirty
minutes before.
He spoke directly to them, "If any of you back down now I'll
understand. I'm sorry I had to drop all this on you so fast, and I didn't
really give you time to think about it. Now that you really understand
what we're doing I won't be mad if you want to back out."
All of the thieves exchanged glances. It would be the
understatement of the century to say that any of them were exactly eager to go
but they weren't about to let Spot get stuck with these nobles for more than a
month by himself. They also weren't about to march back to Blue or give
up the chance to do something like this.
Race seemed to redeem himself for his actions the past day by speaking
up for all of them, "What and let you have all the fun, no way!"
Spot gave him a knowing smile, "This isn't gonna be fun-"
"Yeah, yeah, we know; it's gonna be lots of hard work." Race
interrupted him, "but I think we can handle it."
"That goes for all of you too," King Adonis continued.
His gaze was directed toward the knights and squires. "I personally
think all of you are too young to be doing this. If I could I'd send more
experienced knights, and not squires. If you want to stay here, now is
the time to speak up."
Wolfgang looked to Jack who stood in his place, unmoving. The
other knights also looked to him and their squires to them. Not one of
them even flinched, or had any doubt in themselves. It was almost inhuman
to show so little emotion and personal struggle over such a big decision.
"Very well then," King Adonis nodded solemnly. "I
wish you all luck. Get there and back as soon as possible, and don't get
caught. I only hope you have enough sense to listen to each other.
Good luck."
The group dispersed to find their mounts. The cart had been
reserved for Swifty and Candy, each side choosing someone to not ride.
The nobles chose Candy because she was female, and the thieves Swifty because
he was good with horses, and other animals, but that's not important yet.
King Adonis stopped Spot with his long cane, knowing one of the better
horses would be saved for him.
Spot looked up at the king. Being short was the only disadvantage
he remembered having to face, but then again, King Adonis towered over
everyone, "Can I help you, Sire?" He asked.
"Master Conlon," The king began, "I know you do not
think highly of my son and most other nobles."
Spot shrugged, "They don't show any respect for those lower than
themselves. I figure that's reason enough not to show it back.
Respect must be earned. That's the first thing my friends and I learned
in this city."
"That's an important lesson to learn," King Adonis agreed,
"It's also something that my son and his friends may not have a firm grasp
on. You and your friends have done all sorts of things, dangerous things,
am I quite correct."
"Yes sir." Spot agreed.
"When they were pages and squires this lot learned to fight just
as well as you probably. The only thing is they are the sons and daughter
of nobility so we can't necessarily endanger their lives. And even those
that are knights have only just become so. They haven't faced any real
danger, and if they did there was always someone older and more experienced
there to help them. They don't know how to think on their feet and get
out of sticky situations like you and your friends. Also, they aren't as
experienced as you are with traveling, especially not without protection."
"What exactly are you trying to say your Majesty?"
"I am saying that I want you to take care of them and make sure to
keep them out of trouble. Teach them a bit so they'll be able to take care
of themselves in the future. Who knows, maybe you'll even learn something
form them."
"I doubt that." Spot shook his head, "I'll try my
best." With that he bowed quickly to the king and hurried over the
horse that Swifty was holding for him. He walked to the front of the line
and took his position next to Jack as Swifty jumped into the cart.
He didn't turn once to look back at the city as they left. The
sooner he could put space between himself and Tralee the better, especially for
now. The only thing he took notice of were the guards that followed them
to the edge of the forest before stopping.
Jack on the other hand glanced back many times at the party of guards
that were quickly ushering his father inside. His father hadn't even hung
around long enough to watch them go. There had been no farewell words to
him, the king's son, but it seemed he'd spoken at great length with Spot.
As they reached the forests edge Jack urged his horse into a run.
Upon suddenly being away from the restraints of the palace he liked the feeling
of the freedom and suddenly wanted to be far away from his father. Spot
urged his horse to go faster and the others easily kept the pace.
Perhaps the running horses and clink of metal form both weapons and
tack was why no one noticed. Perhaps the guards were too lazy or just
didn't care enough. Whatever the reason no one noticed when a strange
figure rode near the path still in the brush, following a good distance behind
the group.
* * *
Spot
kept an eye on their surroundings. He knew these woods and the road well.
His friends and himself had often traveled it, selling the items they stole
from the palace. He knew they would not reach another village before
nightfall. That was what the nobles wanted and thought, but he knew
better. Even the fastest horses in Rosslare couldn't make it that far in
one day. But he wasn't about to ruin their fun and tell Jack that.
After the first half hour Jack had slowed their pace. Spot let him set
the pace, because he wasn't concerned with how long the trip took, in fact, the
longer the better. The longer it took the more the king was willing to
pay them. Jack's sudden speed as they entered the woods had startled him
a bit. He'd disguised a look at Jack and seen anger etched across the
young noble's face.
This boy has everything he could ever want Spot thought to himself what
does he have to be angry about. He decided it would be better not to
question him and just go along with it. It had been so long since he'd
last ridden that he certainly didn't mind the feel of the breeze on his face.
They rounded a sharp corner at about noon. It was nothing
special. They'd passed several almost identical to it along the road
already. This corner was different though. Spot knew this corner
very well. This is why he brought his horse to a very abrupt stop.
The other thieves followed suit very quickly. Swifty stopped the cart so
quickly that he almost sent Candy tumbling out of it. The other nobles
had to force their horses to the side to avoid collisions. Jack turned
form several feet ahead and returned to them.
"What's wrong?" He asked Spot, "It's too early to
stop."
Spot said nothing but made a quick motion with his hands. The thieves
all dismounted and gave their reins to whichever noble they were nearest
to. Swifty handed out several small, tightly packed bags that had been
hidden in the cart. The nobles only sat speechless as the ten thieves
dispersed into the woods.
"What the hell are they doing?" Wolfgang spat. He
turned to Jack, "For all we know this could be a trap."
Skittery proceeded to call out the names of several of the thieves in hopes that they would come back. They all reappeared several minutes later.
Candy's jaw dropped at the sight of them. "What… Why…
Who…" She was nearly speechless.
Jack was the first to speak what all of them were thinking, "What
the hell do you think you're doing?" He directed the question at Spot.
He asked with good reason. Every single one of the thieves was
now wearing what she or he had been when they had first met the nobles.
Their clothes were those of common people. The boys were made of course
fabrics and the girls wore their old clothes. Mouse wore her dress proudly,
and Hotshot her leggings and blouse. Their clothes were all stained or
worn looking.
"You and your men need to change," Spot said. He caught
the bag that Swifty threw at him and heaved it at Jack. The noble caught
it deftly.
Jack pulled out a set of worn clothes and looked at them in disgust.
"What do you think you're trying to pull?"
Spot sighed and opened his mouth to speak.
"I wouldn't wear these rags if you paid me."
Spot went red with anger at Jacks poor choice in words. "Listen
here you stuck up, arrogant, little snob, "He practically spat, "I
don't care what the hell you think at the moment, or what you have to
say. It's time you shut up and listen to me. If we stay dressed in
those fancy clothes you want us to we're going to be robbed and probably killed
before we even reach the first town on the way to Odessa. If you want me
to put it simply, the shirt you are wearing, or the leggings, or the cloak are
all worth more than all eighteen of our lives to the common thieves that live
around here.
"If we dress like commoners and thieves and hide our weapons for
the most part they will just think we're commoners or thieves selling stuff
from town to town. They could still attack us, but the chances of that
happening slim to none."
Jack just stared at him.
"Maybe we should just change then, "Bumlets suggested.
He was immediately shushed by Skittery and Dutchy.
"What's it gonna be Jack?"
Jack threw the clothing to the ground at Spot's feet, "Forget
it. I'm not dressing like some common criminal just so you can get a
laugh."
Wolfgang loudly agreed form behind him.
Spot had to fight to control his temper. He took a deep breath
and clenched his fists before he spoke calmly, and evenly, "You're going to
regret that."
The two of them sat there for several minutes, just staring at each
other. Neither was willing to turn away first and show defeat. As
if some cue had been dropped an arrow soared through the air. It caught
Wolfgang's fancy feathered hat, pulling it from his head and connecting it to a
nearby tree. A second caught Jack's cloak, pining it to a tree that was
luckily less that a foot away from him.
Jack managed to pull the arrow out of the tree and climb down from his
horse. He got right up in Spot's face and held it between them.
"This was your doing; you're setting us up." He accused.
Spot's face remained deathly calm. He didn't even wince as Jack
screamed in his face. Very slowly a smirk crossed his features. His
eyes sparkled with delight. "Maybe it was Jackie-boy, but then
again, maybe it wasn't. How do you know for sure? Are you really
willing to risk it all over something so trivial?"
Jack stared long and hard into Spot's eyes, trying to find some hint to
the answer. Finally he let out a cry on injustice and snatched the
clothes from Spot. "Come on," he called toward his friends
talking toward the woods.
"But Jack-" David began to protest.
"Now." He commanded. Each of the nobles climbed
immediately down form their horses and followed him into the woods, each taking
a bag from one of the thieves.
Close
to two hundred feet from the roadside an archer sat contently in his perch, a
tall oak tree. He twirled an arrow around his fingers. Then he
quickly knocked and released it, sending it into the ground by Spots feet. As
soon as he saw Spot pick it up he began his decent. He'd lost a complete
day of business by doing this, but it was worth it to see the looks on those
spoiled brats faces, and besides Spot and his friends were his best
customers. If they died so would his business.
Spot
picked up the arrow and uncurled the message that was tied to it. He
pitched the arrow into the woods where the nobles were sure not to find it, and
then opened the letter.
-Spot,
Hopefully
that was enough to convince
them.
Watch your back and get
home
in one piece. Good luck.
By
the way, you owe me.
-Blue
Spot smirked and waved in the direction from which the arrow had come. He noticed a small patch of blue among the
green of the leaves that surrounded them.
He slid the note into his pocket and turned to his friends. They all grinned as the nobles came out form
the woods.
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Forever,
Exempt from Sanity
