Oooooooooooooo! :D Rumbling wore into her room, up the skinny legs of her little bed, and into her guts and ear. She clutched the pillow, her eyes held firmly shut. It was thunder, and something more; heavy hooves and iron wrapped wheels. Tension slid from her eyes, arms and fingers. She slowly glanced about. It was dim, not dark; about right for a late afternoon thunderstorm. She closed her eyes again. Wagons had, of course, travelled by the Plower drive countless times before, and Kohsee was accustomed to them. The wagon would pass. She sighed a simple prayer of thanks into the pillowcase and curled herself a bit more up. Her feet were really hot. Oh well. No matter, really. Something was wrong. Her eyes opened wide. The wagon was, by the sound of it, slowing down. The horses’ steady, tugging rhythm had become a loose jumble. The wheel sounds dropped in pitch, and lost volume. A distant voice then; an angry man. A swear word; one of her favorites. She sat up. Her ribs went cold. She was not at all accustomed to wagons turning into the drive. Down the hall she flew. The broken bay window afforded a fine, concealed view of the drive from in between its lattice of boards. She dropped to her knees and slid toward the window, roughly bumping against the wall beneath the sill. She wasted no time in poking her head above the plain. A box wagon. Very large. Just inside the Plower estate from the County Road, a few dozen King’s Paces off and heading right for her. More movement on the road… there were three more wagons, identical to the first, each with a lone driver. A handful of men with spears, chainmail, and steel helmets acted as rear guard. Including drivers, there were 9 men in total; all of whom exuded a varying degree of boredom. Kohsee tore into the basement. She grabbed the fireplace poker, and ran back up the stairs. She turned too fast and slipped in the hallway. She couldn’t breathe. 9 men. Spears. Prisoner wagons. Spears. Prisoner wagons! Get out of here! She stopped. The front door? It’s boarded up. She only now remembered this. “Think. Stop. Think. Stop. Think. Ummm…” She was trapped.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 05:56:54 +0000