Chapter three, an important note before you read this:
Now, I'm no seamstress (should be obvious to anyone who knows me) but from what I know from the history channel (correct me if I'm wrong, please do that) until the rennaisance there were only three base colors to permantly dye silk: blue(woad), purple(indigo) and red(believe its called cochnea) so I put in a scene questioning Kane's sash, everything else, good and understandible
Araphen, a large city near Caelin. Not that much longer now thought Solomon Kane "Kent is talking to the Marquis, soon we will have a good sized army escort, then smooth sailing." said the tactician, then Kent arrived on the scene. "The Marquis said he will help us in any way he can" "Good" Lyn said, then a villager came running to them "The castles on fire! The castles on fire!" he said, and Kane's fighter instinct went in, the marrquis of Araphen was in danger, his chance for a quick voyage to Caelin was in danger, and during that time who knows what Nergal could do? The puritan's rage grew when suddenly he saw Lyn with an assassin mere inches behind her. Then an arrow flew form nowhere and the maurader fell "who are you?" Lyn asked looking in the direction of a man with a small bow sitting on top of a horse."I thought I saw a plainswoman attacked, flee now before anything worse happens" "I am Lyn, from the Lorca, yes I am a plainswoman of Saccae" "There were survivors?" "If you two are done we have a castle to save" Mark interrupted. "A rescue mission? Who are you?" "We need to speak to the Marquis, this may be my fault" Lyn said. "Then we must fight them." The horsed archer went on inform the group of three switches that activate the secret passageway to the Marqui's throne room, so they went right ahead to that task.
"I want Kane, Erk, Dorcas and Serra going that way, everyone else with Lyn, go down that corridor over there" "You're putting me in HIS gorup? Why?" Solomon Kane had patience, but this pink haired cleric tried that patience like a rubber band, she complained for a few more steps to the goal when she changed her tone from anger to joyed surprise all of a sudden. "Ohmigosh! Is that silk? How did you get it that shade of green?" Serra shrieked questions at Kane about the nature of the sash around his waist. He was getting too old for this, thought Solomon until they reached their destination. A mercenary stood near the door but Kane stopped him with a shot of his pistol. He fired his other one to break the lock on the door before him, and another mercenary lay in waiting for them, but Erk hit him with his fire magic, and Dorcas finshed him off. "This must be the switch" said Solomon while he pressed it. "You're ignoring me again, answer my questions!" Serra ordered. "She gets like that, just tell her where you got that sash, and she'll leave you alone" "It's oriental, from a land far from my home, and even farther from here. You must understand that I came here with the aid of powerful magic, so the methods of green dye are unknown and will remain so to your people, and I did not ignore you, you just chose a bad time to ask me your infuriating questions." "Looks like the others are done, let's go over there" Dorcas said, and they made their way to Mark, who pointed them to the passageway to victory.
"You cannot be serious, look at her, does she not look like her parents?" Kent yelled at the Marquis of Araphen, who kindly told Lyn that she had no worth as a lord's granddaughter because her saccaen blood "tainted her" so he would offer no aid to their group. "Half saccean or not, she is half royalty, you will help us damn you!" Solomon Kane, being a puritan, rarely cursed, but when he did, the words he used meant twice as much. "Who is this giant who walks among you, and why does he not address me with respect?" The marquis said. "This man is Solomon Kane, my best warrior, if I were you, I'd stop yelling at him" Mark said tactfully "threaten all you wish, but the fact remains, she is saccaen, so I will not help her." "Then good day, we're leaving" Mark said while he directed the others out the door behind him. The puritan walked away stoicly, but what that man said to their group angered him. Sure, his dislike of the turks was well known where he came from, but he respected all mankind, oh well, Solomon thought, some people just act that way. Then a voice broke the silence of the group "I've decided to join you" Rath, the horsed archer recieved warm welcomes from the members for volunteering his services, and for five thousand gold pieces liberated from the castle to help the cause. "Back to the road for us it seems" Mark said "wouldn't have it any other way" said Solomon. "Hey, what is that staff made of?" Serra inquired, Solomon lowered his hat to cover his face, and kept walking.