Next chapter, and I'm not out of ideas yet, astonishing ^^;; I apologise for the shortness of the last chapter but, meh , I wanted a cliffhanger, can ya blame me? *cute smile* I dun' own Davy Eddings, k?
I apologise for the mess my chapters were in before. They were like they are now but when I uploaded them they were all clumped together…o.o…ah well ^_^;;
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I wrenched open the door and the rain lashed straight across my face......how I love my country's weather ( -- sacrcastic-ness ). "YES?!" I bellowed against the wind. The figure looked a bit taken aback at my volume, maybe the wind wasn't as strong as I thought, or maybe I'm a loudmouth.
"ARE YOU THE LADY OF THE HOUSEHOLD?" He called out. It was at this point I realised this wasn't my brother.
"Ummmm... yes?"
"PARDON?"
"YES!"
"MAY I ENTER YOUR HOUSEHOLD, MY LADY?"
"Uhh...SURE!"
"MY THANKS."
As I shut the door behind him I mentally gauged the distance to the living room phone. I was phoning 999 if this guy was a nutcase.... yes, I know I invited him in, but I guess I've always had a problem saying no to people. Besides, if he was a nutcase he would have punched his way in anyway. I suddenly wished I'd paid attention to Crimewatch more often....
He picked up the candle which was looking a little pathetic. It hadn't really stood a chance against the barbaric Scottish weather. I felt a little sorry, I could have tried to burn the dude's *insert-word-here* if he'd tried anyhing...(Hey! He could have a flammable weapon ya know...like...a notepad! very very dangerous...could give you a paper cut!).
"Don't bother with that, the light works in here" I said, calmly flicking a switch and flooding the kitchen with visibility. The effect was electric! (-- Bad pun .o). He spun around and in a spilt second had a blade whipped out of a sheath and pointed towards me. I decided that then would be a good time to run.
I scrambled into the living room and desperately tried to hold the door shut while picking up the phone which was on the floor. No easy task I assure you, especially when there's a man on the other side of the door who seems to be a bizillion time stronger than you are at any rate. I pressed my shoulders up against it and wished there was a suitable chair nearby.
"What's going on?!" The guy on the other side of the door sounded a little scared and more than a little desperate, kind of how I felt.
"I'm calling the police, that's what!" I bawled back.
"Why?"
"Why? WHY?!? BECAUSE THERE'S A PSYCHO WITH A SWORD IN MY GODDAMN KITCHEN WHO'S TRYING TO BREAK DOWN THE GODDAMN DOOR, THAT'S DAMN WELL WHY!!!"
Abruptly the pressure on the other side of the door stopped. I gave a sigh of relief...shortly followed by a loud obscenity as he proceeded to kick the door open. I fled into the bathroom and rammed the lock shut. After my heart and lungs had quietened enough to let my regain my hearing I listened hard and, soon enough, I heard stealthy footsteps coming down the extension corridor. There was also a small clinking sound, like metal. Odd.
I clapped my hands over my mouth as I heard him pause outside the door.
"Do I have to kick this door in as well, My Lady?"
I didn't reply. He wouldn't dare, would he?
"I know that you're in there, My Lady. All of the other rooms are empty."
What was with that "My Lady" thing? Freakin' mental case...I waited and eventually I heard him retreat back up the corridor. I waited for another few minutes to make sure. He'd probably gone to disable the living room and hall phones. Well, I had my mobile in my room which, luckily, is right across from the bathroom. I cautiously unlocked and opened the door. I squinted out into the corridor. I couldn't see any sign of movement in the semi-darkness. Taking off my slippers, I crept into my room and fumbled for my mobile. I dialed 999, or would have if I wasn't suddenly grabbed from behind. I screamed, well, I would have if a hand wasn't clamped over my mouth. I could feel his breath as a mist round my neck.
"I will not hurt you, My Lady. I understand that, alone in the house, you may feel threatened, but I mean you no harm. I only wish to know which way it is to the city of Cimmura and how far away it is, then I will leave and pester you no longer."
Cimmura? Had I heard him right?
"Now, I will take my hand off of your mouth, but you must not scream or struggle, understand?"
I nodded and he realeased me.
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As I led the way into the living room I wondered if I could make a break for it. I could dash into the kitchen and be out the door and at my neighbours house within 2 minutes...If I ran the whole way. My house happens to be in the country and our closest neighbours are a family that own a stables down the road from us. I sighed, who was I kidding? That guy would catch me before I got past our garden gate, and I did not want to make him angry. Heh, no sirree - he'd have my guts for some very stylish garters (or not, depending on hs fashion sense).
I turned on the living room light and I heard the floor creak as he tensed up. No unsheathing of sword. Good. I sent up a quick prayer before I turned round. "Now, who are you and where do you come fro......." I almost fell over with shock. He regarded me cautiously as he replied.
"My name is Sir Bevier, I am the champion of the Cyrinic order of knights of Arcium. I am a warrior of God. I ask you again, My Lady, which way to Cimmura? I was only a few days of travel from the city when I was attacked by bandits. I fell from my horse and the next thing I remember is waking up and seeing this household. Where am I?"
"Bevier?" My voice sounded like it came from somewhere very far away.
"Yes?"
I swallowed. "I think...maybe...it might take a you a while to get to Cimmura......."
"Oh..."
I tried to think of something witty to say...I failed.
"......BOLLOCKS!"
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If you don't understand any of the slang or terms I use I'd be happy to try and translate. ^^;; Even I sometimes have trouble understanding Scottish slang, especially if it's my peers *rolls eyes*
I'll try and update soon! =) Love ya!