Ten minutes later from Halt emerging from the bushes he stepped away from the headman who was now resting on the ground. The man wouldn't be moving for a while now and he would definitely wake up with one splitter of a headache.
"Now that's one thing that I am not going to mention to Crowley," Halt said out loud then began walking back through the undergrowth that he had arrived in. Most of the grass was up to his knees and the tree branches reached down the meet it, meaning it was tough going, even when you weren't concentrating on being quiet.
Eventually he found Abelard who nickered at him softly and did the horse equivalent of raising an eyebrow.
"Shut up," Halt replied. "We have proof now that the witch is involved with the headman here and that together they are helping the village. In itself that isn't so bad, but capturing and holding hostage a knight of the realm, especially when he is that close to the Princess, there's our issue. So together we are going to visit the only sorcerer we know."
Abelard looked at him again.
"I meant Malcolm. You know what, don't worry. I can manage myself," Halt said and then stopped examining his horse for any more conversations.
But sometimes your actions are stupid, Abelard reasoned.
There was no response from Halt as he started to allow Abelard to pick him own way out from in the forest. Suddenly he gave a certain command to the horse who stopped at once and flicked his ears up.
"Where?" Halt muttered. He had heard the first footsteps of a mystery person following him and knew that Abelard had heard him too. The horse's head swung to the west of their current position.
"Relax."
The horse's head swung back to face the front and the two continued as though nothing was wrong. They took six more paces before Halt gave another signal to Abelard. This time, the horse continued pacing with the same depth and Halt jumped off and ran into the bushes.
He timed it perfectly right because just as he did so a man jumped from the side of the road brandishing a rusty sword. There was a moment as he yelled 'threateningly' and then stopped realising the horse had no one on it and was just standing still.
"But you still have all of the belongings on you!" the man cried. "Oh well. He won't be killed today, but he is going to lose some very fine looking things."
Halt nearly revealed his position as he started laughing when the man went to get on Abelard. As he had been trained, the horse's head swung around waiting for a passcode, but instead got a rude kick in the side. This time he looked at Halt.
This is the true meaning of the word idiot, he said, then spiralled up into the air, throwing the rider but somehow managing to retain all of the gear on him. After regaining a solemn expression Halt now emerged from the trees.
He made a show of pulling up his pants and, as much as it killed him, whistling. The man, who was still sprawled on the ground, looked up with wide eyes. Halt smiled evilly.
"Never try to steal from a Ranger," he said, got on Abelard and continued on his way to Malcolm. He would deal with the idiot when he came back.
I know this is short. I have attempted to finish this for 3 days now and have gotten no where. Look at it!
Just look at the quality of it!
That and I keep having ideas for other things in the middle and walk off to go write that idea down and never come back to this until my computer has gone flat.
But hey, its a chapter, and whilst it isn't as awesome as the last one, its still something, right?
And I just spent the past hour telling GoT how bad and inaccurate their jousting is. I know that it is vaguely medieval, but honestly, they should have actually consulted someone.
I don't know.
Maybe a jouster?
Then again I know nothing, I'm just studying languages.
Emphases on the dying aspect.
(Did you know that the page break adds 5 words to the word count?) 0.0
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