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Phoebus looked at the map of Paris. It was no use, everything had changed. Achilles followed dutifully behind his master when Phoebus decided to find a guard to ask but none of the guards paid him any attention at all. At this point, he figured he would be just as well to find the Palace of Justice himself.
He hadn't gone far when he saw a Gypsy dancer and my, was she beautiful! He dropped a few coins into the cloth sack on the ground and smiled at her. Then all of a sudden someone above them whistled then the girl, her goat and the older man scattered but the coins they had earned were dropped in haste. As the woman went to scoop up what she had dropped, two guards loomed over her.
"All right, Gypsy, where'd you get the money!" He said accusingly as he tried to pry the cloth sack from her hands.
"For your information, I earned it!" She told them
"Gypsies don't earn money." One said
"They steal it!" The other finished.
"You'd know a lot about stealing!" She retorted.
"Trouble maker, eh?"
Having seen quite enough Phoebus was about to intervene but by the looks of it, she could look after herself. Still, just for good measure he pulled Achilles into the guards way as they made chase and watched as they both crashed into the horse. One landed with his face in the mud and Phoebus looked Achilles in the eyes, "Achilles, sit."
The guard yelled and Phoebus was quick to look apologetic but sound sarcastic, "Oh dear, I am sorry! Naughty horse, Naughty! He's just impossible, really I can't take him anywhere."
"Get this thing off me!" The guard begged and the other advanced on Phoebus, "I'll teach you a lesson, peasant!" He said and drew a dagger.
With a swish of his cape, he showed golden armour and drew his sword. "You were saying, lieutenant?"
"Oh! C-captain!" He made to salute, forgetting he had a dagger in that hand and succeeded in clanging it off his metal helmet. "At your service sir!"
Phoebus knelt to speak to, who he presumed to be, the more intelligent guard. "I know you have a lot on your mind right now but, the Palace of Justice?"
Of course, they lead him there, declaring his presence all the way and telling people to make way which Phoebus found utterly pointless but he let them do it anyway. Lest they feel they weren't being respectful enough.
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When Phoebus had been led down into the dungeons, he had a feeling he wasn't going to like what he saw but it was more what he heard that worried him. He had been appointed after the old Captain had been incapable of capturing a suspect and then harming them after they had claimed sanctuary. Or so the gossip went.
No what worried him was when Frollo smirked in the direction of a screaming man and told him that his last Captain of the Guard had let him down.
Well the rumours were true then…
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A brief tour of the Palace followed and when they were at one of the higher, open points Frollo explained why he needed Phoebus.
"For twenty years, I have been taking care of the Gypsies. One by one." He said as he crushed ants crawling across the ledge. "And now a single citizen stands up for them and defends them from the retribution they deserve. I won't have it!"
As crowds below began to cheer, Frollo sighed "Duty calls. Have you ever attended a peasant festival, Captain?"
"Not recently, sir."
"Then this should be quite an education for you. Come along."
Hello again! I know this is late but I was out all day yesterday, and yes I know this chapter is absolutely freaking tiny compared to One and Two! This is really just a filler chapter, I wanted to give you guys some time to breath before I put in another major event because a hell of a lot happened in Chapter one and two
So, expect Chapter 4 this Thursday. Promise!