Dining With The Devils

by MooBerry- I AM THE BAUX GHOST

This is my version of "Dinner for Five" in Book 11, The Lost Stories. Mound, Nuttal, and Tomas had robbed Ambrose ,the silversmith, and were running through the woods towards the safe house. Little did they know, someone else was already there. GILAN AND JENNY! read and review por favor just in case I forget- I disclaim all of the Ranger's Apprentice Characters, no ownership.

4. Chapter 4

Hello again wonderful readers! How art thou? Ha ha, yes, I am in a Shakespearean mood.

Calm Down Calm Down!

I'm not going to go all Romeo and Juliet with Jen and Gil.

Jenny probably doesn't have any poison anyways.

I disclaim all ownership of Ranger's Apprentice, *sob*

"Wat's This?" Mound asked. interrupting Tomas' interrogation session. The was snooping on Jenny's cupboard when he caught sight of Gilan's letter on the floor. He was about to kick it aside until he saw the oak crest letter head on it. Mound was most definitely not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knew that rangers were trouble. He swept it up and held it towards his leader.

Tomas dropped Jenny and shuffled over.

"What!" He snapped.

Mound held out the note,

"I found this on the dresser, that's a ranger's mark, that is."

Tomas snatched the paper, he too had heard of dark warlocks of the kingdom. Jenny cowered on the floor, clutching her wrist with a sinking feeling in her chest as Nuttal walked over. Tomas had been tilting the letter this way and that, trying to make sense of the letters. Nuttal lean beside him as Mound looked over Tomas' shoulder, but none of them could make sense of the writing. Jenny felt a surge of relief as she realised the men couldn't read, but it quickly died as she thought of how they would get the information from her.

Tomas walked over silently, still pondering the letter.

"I may not know much about writing and such but I know my days of the week," he pointed to a spot on the parchment.

"That there says Thursday, and that's today." He narrowed his eyes. and gestured to the letter head.

"An' that there's a Ranger's mark"

He leaned down and grabbed her forearm and savagely yanked the girl to her feet. He leaned down, his face inches from hers.

"So you better start talk'en"

Oooooooh! What will happen next? We will never know. . . . . . .

We'll, I know cuz i'm writing this story.

So to rephrase my statement,

You, will never know. . . . . .

until the next chapter, that is.

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