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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 21, 2012 21:31:42 GMT
A dark cell in the dungeon at Vortimer's castle at Cantiacorum
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 21, 2012 21:32:00 GMT
Sir Galahad wakes here, with a headache and a great deal of pain from other wounds.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 21, 2012 23:37:58 GMT
Galahad scanned the dungeon, but could not see his companions. He slumped to the ground, overcome by a combination of physical and mental pain.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 21, 2012 23:52:54 GMT
The cell contained a rotting straw paliasse, a chamber pot (fortunately empty) and a jug filled with water. There was nothing else. No blankets and nothing to tend his wounds. He could tell, however, that he was not bleeding and that he had been roughly bandaged in the necessary places.
He saw there was a barred window at the top of his cell door but not in the walls. He could look out the window if he chose.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 21, 2012 23:54:59 GMT
Galahad chose not to. Instead he remained slumped on the ground and began to cry.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 21, 2012 23:59:00 GMT
"Quiet in there!" The voice was brusque and the accent strange. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 22, 2012 0:00:32 GMT
Galahad did not listen to the order. If the man came in to silence him, Galahad decided he would try to kill him.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 22, 2012 0:24:47 GMT
The man grumbled but didn't speak to Galahad again. Hours passed. Galahad knew that chiefly because he was hungry now. And then the door opened. Two men entered. One was a burly sort, dark-haired and muscular, wearing a uniform of a green tabard with a white dragon emblazoned upon it. He followed in the heels of another man with fair hair, blue eyes and a neat beard. He was tall and slender.
"Greetings," the fair-haired man said. "Who are you?"
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 22, 2012 0:26:05 GMT
Galahad said nothing. He simply sat where he was and glared at the men.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 22, 2012 9:06:38 GMT
The man narrowed his eyes and shammed his fist into Galahad's wounded arm. Hard.
"You will answer!" He snapped. "I am Vortimer, King of Cantium, and I will get what I want from you."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 22, 2012 13:37:59 GMT
Galahad groaned.
"I think not." he replied through clenched teeth.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 22, 2012 15:09:17 GMT
Vortimer sighed and looked at the man with him. He was still a young man, in his late twenties, but he had a wordly wise, jaded air to his manner.
"You are wounded. If you refuse to talk, I will have to cause you further pain. I don't want to do that. I am not the beast some men accused my father of being. I would much rather solve my problems in more civilised ways."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 22, 2012 15:11:25 GMT
"No, you are not your father. You are worse." Galahad replied, knowing he would soon be in tremendous pain.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 22, 2012 15:17:48 GMT
Vortimer leaned close and whispered to him "You don't look old enough to have met my father. Do not judge me by him. Now come on, you speak like a man of noble blood. Tell me who you and and why you are here and I will give you better quarters and servants to take care of you so long as you are my guest."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 22, 2012 15:21:11 GMT
"No, I will tell you nothing." Galahad replied, knowing that giving the man any information would endanger his brother.
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