Chapter 4:
The Return and Death of Babushca
The drums began to roll again.
"HANG THEM IN 5" said the Judge.
"4".
"3".
"This is it boys" said King Arthur.
"1".
"HEY YOU SKIPPED 2!" screamed King Arthur.
"2".
"1".
The Knights of the Round Table winced in pain, until they heard someone say:
"I'M STILL ALIVE!" screamed Babushca.
The man with the ax who was going to slice the rope to hang them swung his ax.
Babushca was hit in the head with the ax.
"HURRY! RUN FOR IT!" screamed King Arthur.
All of the Knights of the Round Table began to run, and so did everyone else, except for Babushca.
Babushca lay there, with the ax stuck in his head.
Then, he sat up.
"Ow, that was quite painful. Luckily, I have an iron head" said Babushca.
So this chapter isn't really Babushca's death.
Babushca took the ax out of his head, and began charging with everyone else.
The crowd ran into the forest, chasing after the Knights of the Round Table.
Finally, after about half an hour of chasing, they cornered the Knights of the Round Table.
"This is a dead end, criminals!" said one of the angry mob members.
"How is there a dead end in the forest!" asked Sir Robin.
They looked behind them and saw a huge wall, with the words "DEAD END" on it.
"That's how" said King Arthur.
"I say we burn them at the stake" said another angry mob member.
Babushca tried to find his way to the front of the line, so he could tell Sir Robin he was still alive.
All of the mob members cheered, and raised their torches and pitchforks in the air.
"Begin to throw your torches at them, and if you want, throw your pitchforks" said the Judge.
Babushca burst through and jumped and waved to Sir Robin, and then was waylaid by a barrage of pitchforks and torches.
The Knights of the Round Table were still hunched over until they saw Babushca lying on the ground, with all the pitchforks and torches stuck in his back.
"Ow" said Sir Robin.
"How did that guy live from the ax!" said King Arthur.
"At least that's all of the torches and pitchforks they have".
Suddenly, a torch wizzed through the air.
Sir Robin bent down on the ground to check the wounds on Babushca.
He propped him up to see the wounds on his front side, and the torch came in and hit Babushca right in the back.
"Wow, this guy is getting killed for us. LET'S RUN!" screamed Robin.
They climbed up the wall and jumped over, and the mob followed them.
Then, Babushca got up.
He pulled his shirt off, and pulled off his body armor.
He looked at the back of it to see the angry mob's torches and pitchforks.
"Wow, I'm really lucky today!" said Babushca.