The ivory scabbard - Chapter 1

The night is silent. That is what caught his attention. Even in the deepest recesses of the castle, one hears noises. The mouse skipping on the dungeon floor, some corner owls perching on the oaken boughs.

Grandpa says, that, “When the woods are silent, the King of the Jungle is moving”. There are no lions in France.

You hear something. You almost shout to yourself,” Wait”. Your hearing has always been good. That is why; you’re the lookout, as is your sense of vision.

Something is not quite right. I see moonlight flashing over the plains. Those are lances. The advance cavalry is scouting the area. The vanguard must be waiting behind the green.

You write ,” HORSES” on a roll of paper. The stone is tied on the paper. You throw it back. The message should reach the ramparts before you do.

Now, I run….

It does not take me any time. Brother is standing at the door.

As i reach it, he pulls me inside," Jean, Hurry, we have no time. Cecilia is ready."

"Aren't you coming?"

"I will join you. You need to take Cecilia out".

I scoot through. But, Jacques is faster. After all, he is older than my 12 years. Cecilia is in front of the door.

You know what to do. You need to crawl since, you’re smaller than Jacques. He will come via the other gate on his horse. I hope he does. The Tunnel is very old. I don’t know how old. Some say, it is before Christ was born. 14 centuries have gone , since, then. Today, You’re leaving.

Cecilia screams." What happened?"She points at the dark corner. I see a rat."It is okay". It wont harm us.

What is happening above, you think? Should you go back. You can fight the fat old cowards who cant move their arses. But, You’ve given your word.

I hear swords clanging, looks like it's my brother and his 2 valets and 7 of them, not a fair fight at all, for the adversary, the king’s minions. They have always been jealous of us. Now, we're accused of Blasphemy. I don’t even know what that means.

Ok, we're at the end.

"Cecilia, the hammer please?".

It's already on my hand. My sister is very brave, even though, she does not like Rats. The wood breaks quickly. If the door was metal, someone would've heard us.

I'm outside at the stables. I've been riding since, I was 6. Decameron knows I'm coming. She's always knows.

I have a rendezvous to make.