That was fun!*Evil laugh.*And it's only downhill from there. Well, downhill depending on your POV. Those poor knights... :) And those lucky girls! Mwhahahahaaa*starts hacking.*ha*coughcough*ha....Anyway...David Eddings owns all the knights in his books, the two most important being Bevier and Tynian. Lets see what else we can make happen, shall we?



Sir Bevier and Sir Tynian did the only thing that two sane knights in their position could do with two insane girls that appeared out of nowhere-they tied them to a tree and withdrew to discuss what they could do with them. "What are we going to do? I've never seen a woman like those two before!" Tynian muttered. He cast a glance over at the two girls. They were staring intently at the knights, small smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths.

"Uh, don't take this the wrong way, Tynian, but do you mind if we move somewhere out of their line of sight? It's unnerving the way that they're watching us!" Bevier commented. Tynian nodded agreement and they moved away from the two girls.

"You can't win our love by making us your prisoners!" Carol shouted after them.

Marjory promptly kicked her. "Oh, yes they can! Think about it. If we're they're prisoners, how much time are we going to be spending with them?"

"Oooohhhh," Carol replied. Then she grinned. "Well, it's a good thing we found them before finding someone else...like Martel...or Annias....or Azash..."

"...or Otha....or Adus...or Krager..." Marjory added.

"Yeah, we'd be in trouble if they got us first."

"But now, only our frail, gentle hearts are at stake," Marjory said grandiosely. Carol snickered. The two knights suddenly came into view, looking startled.

"Why do you two know those names?" Bevier asked.

"Well, duh we know those names! All David Eddings fans know those names. And we know how they're plotting against you and how you're searching for Bhelliom to heal Queen Ehlana and then she and Sparhawk will get married and their daughter, whom they'll name Danae, will really be the goddess Aphrael and Sephrenia and Vanion-" Marjory stopped talking when Carol abruptly kicked her.

"Will you stop talking? They're going to think we're crazy!" She smiled at the knights. "What names?" she asked innocently.

"Tynian, it's going to be a looong night," Bevier sighed. "I think we can trust them, though," he continued cautiously.

"If we untie you, will you both promise to not try and kill us or run away?" Tynian asked them.

"Now, why would we want to run away when the two of you are here?" Carol asked. Marjory was nodding vigorously in agreement. The knights glanced at each other, confused, but untied the two girls and then gave them their blankets with a sigh. The knights wrapped up in their cloaks to sleep.



Morning hadn't come yet, but Marjory was shivering violently under the blanket. "C-C-Carol?"

She mumbled something incoherent, but the name 'Tynian' came out loud and clear. Marjory reached out of the blanket and pinched Carol on the arm. She sat bolt upright, gasping, "YES! I'll marry you!"

"Pleasant dream?" Marjory asked mildly.

Carol looked around. "Drat! It was just a dream, wasn't it?"

"Lets get some firewood and build up the fire. It's freezing!"

They both crawled out of their blankets and wandered off. It didn't take them long to find some nice deadwood to build up the fire-they just didn't know how to make the logs small enough to carry back and put on the fire. "I know!" Carol said, snapping her fingers. She led Marjory back to the camp, then motioned her to be quiet and come help. They tiptoed around the two sleeping-and slightly snoring-knights. Carol pointed at Bevier's Lochaber axe and she smiled, giving her thumbs up. Marjory tried to lift it. Carol crept over and helped.

They both held on to the handle and dragged the blade through the ground, leaving a furrow in the direction they were traveling. They finally managed to get it back to their firewood findings. "Sheesh, that's a lot heavier than it looks!" Marjory exclaimed. "And I'm feeling much warmer from our exertion." They grinned at each other.

Carol frowned thoughtfully. "Um, if neither of us can lift this axe alone, how are we going to cut the wood?"

Marjory chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. "I know! Help me lift up the blade." They both grabbed the haft near the blade and lifted it. Then they drug it around so that it was over a piece of wood. Carefully positioning the axe sharp side down, they dropped it.

"Brilliant!" Carol exclaimed. They continued this until they had a decent pile of firewood, then loaded up their arms and went back to camp. "It'll be so nice to have a roaring blaze nearby!"

They built up the fire, crawled back into the blankets, and fell fast asleep.