Author's Note:

I'm sorry again about how long it has taken me to post. I swear there's a conspiracy against me. First I lost my copy of Princess Bride, now my computer is broken and only works when it wants to which is of course whenever I need it. There's no way that this is fair.

And as always thank you to my reviewers. They were Mikolteenstar113, and RedElektra. You guys rock.

Chapter #9:

"Bye bye!"

"Have fun storming the castle!" Valerie and Max waved as they sent us on our way. They put their heads together for a second to mutter a few whispered comments to each other.

I had a sneaking suspicion that they were saying we would never succeed. I was thinking they were saying that because I was thinking that. I thought Indigo was one of the greatest people I'd ever met but I thought he was taking his revenge plot a little too far.

To make matters worse I didn't really know why I was following him on his little parade into the castle. I didn't think Fezzik knew why either. I guess it was because Indigo was our friend, the leader of our trio of misfits, and we trusted him.

Whether we were smart to trust him was a completely separate question.

It didn't take to long to get from Miracle Max's hut to the castle. Since Wesley was getting heavy to carry we took the wheel barrow the albino had been pushing earlier and used that to carry him better. From there we snuck onto a small bridge over-looking the castle's main gate. We all crouched down so the guards couldn't see us. Indigo and I were taking turns carrying the man in black now since Fezzik had to hunch down as low as possible to avoid being seen.

"Remember," I reminded Fezzik and Indigo, "once we give him this pill he will only have normal strength for about an hour."

"Indigo," Fezzik whispered after looking down at the gate, "there's more then thirty."

"What's the difference?" He said calmly lifting Wesley's head up, "We've got him. Help me here," he said and I helped him lift the man in black into a sitting position, "we'll have to force feed him."

"I'm not sticking my hand," I told Indigo flatly, "in that somewhat dead guy's mouth."

"Mostly dead," Indigo corrected.

"Has it been fifteen minutes?" Fezzik asked uncertainly.

"We can't wait," Indigo said, "the wedding is in half an hour. We must strike in the hustle and the bustle beforehand. Tilt his head back." Fezzik tilted the man's head back. "Open his mouth." Again Fezzik followed instructions.

"How long do we have to wait before we know whether the miracle works?"

"Your guess is as good as mine." I was just about to bet that the pill wouldn't work at all when the man in black opened his eyes and started glaring at us.

"I'll beat you all apart," he shouted at us, "I'll take you three together!" Fezzik reached over and covered Wesley's mouth.

"Thanks," I said gratefully glancing over to see if the guards had heard.

"You're welcome," he said pleasantly, "I guess the pill doesn't take long to work."

"Now Wesley," I said quietly, "if you talk loudly then we'll be discovered and killed. We don't want to be killed because we don't have enough money for more miracle pills."

"Why won't my arms move?" I had the distinct impression he hadn't understood what I was saying but he did lower his voice.

"You've been mostly dead all day," explained Fezzik gently.

"So," continued Indigo, "we had Miracle Max make a pill to bring you back."

"Who are you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this wall? Where's Buttercup?"

"He asks a lot of questions," I said, "maybe we should cover his mouth again."

"I'm Fezzik," the giant began, "this is Maggie and that's Indigo. We were your enemies last time we met before you died but now we need your help to-"

"Quiet you two, let me explain to him." Indigo started but I shook my head quickly motioning at the guarded gate. "No there is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is to marry Humperdink in little less then half an hour. All we have to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the princess, and make our escape after I kill Count Rugen."

"That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying," the man in black, (it was hard to stop calling him this) mused wiggling a finger.

"You just wiggled your finger, Fezzik pointed out, "that's wonderful!"

"I've always been a quick healer." He said it modestly. "What are our liabilities?"

"There is but one working castle gate," Indigo explained, "come on." Together the three of us lifted Wesley up and turned his head so he could see.

"It is guarded by sixty men."

"And our assets?" Asked Wesley with a slight frown.

"Your brains, Fezzik's strength, Maggie's knives, and my steel."

"That's it?" he asked now really frowning, "impossible." I really didn't like the sound of that. "If I had a month to plan maybe I could come up with something but this." He began to shake his head hopelessly.

"You just shook your head," Fezzik cried happily, "that doesn't make you happy?" He turned his head to glare now at Fezzik.

"My brains, your strength, her knives, and his steel against sixty men and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy? Hmm?" Fezzik just smiled but I was getting a little annoyed at his attitude.

"All you can say is that it's impossible?" I scoffed at him. "I thought true love was supposed to conquer all." He gave me an insulted look but I wasn't done. "Come on start thinking of something."

"I told you it's impossible with what we have. I mean if we only had a wheel barrow," he sighed, "that would be something." My eyes widened and I looked over at Indigo who was thinking the same thing.

"What happened to that wheel barrow the albino had?" He asked Fezzik and I.

"We left it at the edge of the woods." I answered quickly.

"Why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place? Oh," he said now looking a little more hopeful, "what I wouldn't give for a holocaust cloak."

"There we cannot help," said Indigo sadly.

"Is this good?" Fezzik asked as he pulled one out of his pocket.

"Where did you get that?"

"And how," I added, "did it fit in your pocket?"

"At Miracle Max's," Fezzik replied, "it fit so nice he said I could keep it. It folds up very small and my pockets are very large."

"And if you're looking for other items," I ventured reaching into my pocket, "I have a half used pack of matches."

"All right," he sighed, "all right. Come on help me up." Fezzik lifted him up while he continued to talk to us. "Now I'll need a sword eventually."

"Why?" I asked.

"You can't even lift one." Indigo pointed out.

"True," he conceded, "but that's hardly common knowledge." His head fell back so he was looking up at the sky. Fezzik turned his head so he was facing us again. "Thank you, now there may be problems once we're inside."

"I'll say," Indigo said quickly, "how do I find the Count? Once I do how do I find you again? Once I find you again how do we escape?"

"Slow down," I whined, "I can't keep up with all these questions."

"Don't pester him," Fezzik chided us, "he's had a hard day."

"I guess the whole death thing takes its toll. So I have a question," I asked Wesley, "what was being dead like?"

"Stop pestering him," Fezzik repeated.

"Right sorry," said Indigo.

"Yeah," I added, "sorry." Fezzik nodded Wesley's head for him. Then we all continued sneaking along the wall. "Indigo, if anything happens," I grunted as I helped Fezzik with Wesley, "I hope you know I will blame you." Indigo did not look sure how to respond but Fezzik spoke instead.

"I hope we win."

"Yeah," I said, "that too."