Needles walked through the barbican, a small entrance they had to go
through before they reached the drawbridge. Knights were standing watch
from above. Doc rolled his eyes. How in the world did Needles expect them
to get in? They were wearing modern day clothes, for goodness sake! But
apparently, Needles had a plan. "Sir Knights!" announced Needles, in his
best English accent. "Our small traveling company has come to entertain the
baron! May he live forever!"
One knight looked down upon them. He squinted his eyes, as if his eyesight was poor. After ten seconds of waiting, he finally shouted to a knight in the gatehouse to let the travelers enter. The gatehouse went down, and the five men moved through. As they walked through the small area in which many different shops were located, they gathered many stares. Needles finally realized they were dressed in modern day clothes, but he didn't care. They were supposed to be entertainers. It would work perfectly into his scheme.
As Needles entered the largest building in the castle, the keep, two guards joined them. Obviously, they would escort them to the king. Needles and the rest of the group followed the guards into a large room, where the King sat. Beside him was his Queen. Needles began to speak, but the guards shushed him, and frowned. The King spoke. "Does thee have a request from the King to enter upon my fortress?"
Needles glanced from side to side, obviously nervous. "Um, well you see, great king, we have come to entertain you. Our program will begin after our meal." The King chuckled at this, obviously amused. This was good – at least he wasn't angry. "I did not request your presence. I do not need any more entertainers." This was not going according to Needle's plan. "Sir, I think you will greatly enjoy our act. If you would just let us..." The King had had enough with them. The gestured to the guards, and immediately the 'entertainers' were taken away. They were thrown out of the keep. One of the guards spoke to them. "If thou does not leave immediately thou will be thrown in the dungeon."
Needles rolled his eyes, and sat down. He was thinking of his next move. The guards left them, not considering them a huge threat. Suddenly, a small boy came up to them. "Hullo! My name is Prince Henry. Was my father treating you unfairly?" Needles stepped up to the boy. "Yes. Will you take us back in?" The prince thought for a bit, then nodded his head. He led them to a back door. Two other guards were standing there. "These men are my friends, please let them in," asked Prince Henry. The guards nodded and stepped aside. The group entered the keep once again. It was darker in this area, and many candles lit the dim hallway. Prince Henry stopped and turned around to face them.
"Where would you like to go now?" asked the prince. Needles grinned and stepped to the boy. "Do you know where your father keeps his gold?" At this, Doc gasped. He now knew Needles motives. He wanted to steal from the king! Why hadn't Doc thought of this before?
One knight looked down upon them. He squinted his eyes, as if his eyesight was poor. After ten seconds of waiting, he finally shouted to a knight in the gatehouse to let the travelers enter. The gatehouse went down, and the five men moved through. As they walked through the small area in which many different shops were located, they gathered many stares. Needles finally realized they were dressed in modern day clothes, but he didn't care. They were supposed to be entertainers. It would work perfectly into his scheme.
As Needles entered the largest building in the castle, the keep, two guards joined them. Obviously, they would escort them to the king. Needles and the rest of the group followed the guards into a large room, where the King sat. Beside him was his Queen. Needles began to speak, but the guards shushed him, and frowned. The King spoke. "Does thee have a request from the King to enter upon my fortress?"
Needles glanced from side to side, obviously nervous. "Um, well you see, great king, we have come to entertain you. Our program will begin after our meal." The King chuckled at this, obviously amused. This was good – at least he wasn't angry. "I did not request your presence. I do not need any more entertainers." This was not going according to Needle's plan. "Sir, I think you will greatly enjoy our act. If you would just let us..." The King had had enough with them. The gestured to the guards, and immediately the 'entertainers' were taken away. They were thrown out of the keep. One of the guards spoke to them. "If thou does not leave immediately thou will be thrown in the dungeon."
Needles rolled his eyes, and sat down. He was thinking of his next move. The guards left them, not considering them a huge threat. Suddenly, a small boy came up to them. "Hullo! My name is Prince Henry. Was my father treating you unfairly?" Needles stepped up to the boy. "Yes. Will you take us back in?" The prince thought for a bit, then nodded his head. He led them to a back door. Two other guards were standing there. "These men are my friends, please let them in," asked Prince Henry. The guards nodded and stepped aside. The group entered the keep once again. It was darker in this area, and many candles lit the dim hallway. Prince Henry stopped and turned around to face them.
"Where would you like to go now?" asked the prince. Needles grinned and stepped to the boy. "Do you know where your father keeps his gold?" At this, Doc gasped. He now knew Needles motives. He wanted to steal from the king! Why hadn't Doc thought of this before?