The remaining knight snuck behind a barrel that had been sitting near the back gate. He looked yonder past the gates; he could see his fellow knights retreating. The good news was they had Caradoc's child by the sight of the petite form thrashing about on the lead knight's shoulder. The bad news was he was on his own to flee. Having heard the cries of his accomplice, he was trained to assume the worst and proceed to abandon dead weight; literally or not. The knight almost took a step out into the open to attempt escape when a large shadow eclipsed the sunlight in brief passing.
Dragon set himself down among the members of the court, eyeing the fresh death on the ground. The past month had been difficult for Dragon to communicate with Jane or any of them, forcing him to play a frustrating game of charades whenever he had something to say. He zipped a single claw horizontally in front of his neck and hovered all his claws a couple of inches off the ground. It was his code gesture for "short life". He flapped his wings briskly pointing to them while continuing to express "short life". Jane finally understood Dragon meant the princess's man-made wings she wore. She prompted him to continue telling them all more. Dragon's eyes shifted from side to side trying to think about how to go about this. King Caradoc grew impatient and anxious as he marched over to Dragon and waved his parchment angrily at Dragon. The words that asked for his daughter's whereabouts almost seemed to quiver on the page from the vigorous motion. Dragon shook his head, not understanding, and continued to show what he had witnessed. Staring back at the corpse, Dragon pointed to her and then clasped both claws together to convey capture.
It didn't take long for the knights to split and search the castle for the other invader. Jane and Dragon surveyed the grounds from above, spotting the trespasser fleeing from the back gates. Jane tapped Dragon's head firmly with her index finger and pointed in the knight's direction from Dragon's peripheral view. Jane raised the hand bell she had taken with her and rang it as fast and loud as she could to alert the others. Dragon winced, wishing at the moment he had the hearing of an elder short life.
The enemy knight turned to see a stained blade raised to his face. Gunther held his sword steady but hadn't quite recovered from his first slay. Taking a life had not been anything he had imagined or could get from studying textbooks. The enemy brazenly reached for his own sword but stopped, noticing an armed Sir Ivon threatening him on his left. The foe thought about claiming to take them on when Sir Theodore approached them all with the rest of the castle trailing not far beyond. King Caradoc proceeded forward and gestured his fingers upward at the knight's helm in which Sir Ivon proceeded to remove and toss aside. The young blond male gazed without fear right into Caradoc's eyes; antagonizing the King with insolent laughter. Jane dismounted from Dragon, witnessing the capture. She couldn't recall a time her king displayed such anger upon his face. It almost frightened her but she understood how much of a high regard her majesty had for his children. The dropping of the stranger's sword knocked her back to here and now. Sir Ivon and Gunther took hold of either side of the man's arms and began dragging him back toward the castle.
A/N: The next chapter I'm going to have to break the silence a little early. I was going to do it anyway later in the story instead of making a short silent story and another short sequel with speaking lines (it makes more sense to condense the two parts into one). The castle members still won't be speaking yet but the Illimitato knight has to have speaking lines, especially since he doesn't have the virus.