Raoul stormed into the stable, the morning was still early, the suns rays waxed and waned. He took a few steps forward still fuming from the recent happenings. He took the
letters out and rushed to a large bale of hay in the corner. He lifted it quickly and frantically placed the letters beneath it.
"The creature must be mad if he thinks I am just going to hand all of this over! I SHALL do what I had meant to do before...I WILL kill him!" He ranted loudly as he paced the
stables.Raoul stopped and stood directly below the loft. "If you can hear me, you beast, her and I shall stand triumphantly over your miserable grave. If you wish to get to
her...I bar the way as long as I live!" As soon as the vicomte finished this phrase a creak was heard from the loft and a lasso fell in front of him, dangling slowly side to side.
Raoul gasped loudly and quickly scaled the wooden ladder up the loft, a light cackle filling his ears.
He reached the top quickly and gazed anxiously around. His eyes fell upon a crouched figure in a cloak in the corner. He slowly and quietly walked up to it, the fires
burning wildly in his eyes. He quickly darted his hand out and pulled away the cloak. To his horror, the beast was not there, only a bale of hay sat there..but what was more
shocking to the vicomte is what was sitting regally on top of the bale...a rather large scorpion. Raoul grabbed a pitchfork next to him and quickly destroyed the small
reminder.