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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 29, 2012 19:05:02 GMT
Galahad hunted around and, after a while, he found a thin, rusting nail underneath the straw bedding.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 29, 2012 19:28:54 GMT
Galahad picked it up and examined it. After a moment he decided it would have to do; he did not want to waste any more time searching. Every moment that passed increased the likelihood of Vortimer carrying out his foul scheme. He returned to the window and began to use the nail to work on the bar.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 29, 2012 21:57:52 GMT
As he worked, he saw that he was starting to chip away at the mortar. Unfortunately, it wasn't entirely quiet and the guard soon turned and peered through the window, leaving Galahad barely enough time to conceal the nail.
"What's that you're doing?"
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 29, 2012 23:33:04 GMT
"What am I doing?" Galahad scowled. "How could I be doing anything? I'm locked in this cell, it's rather limiting."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 29, 2012 23:46:56 GMT
"You're making noise. Stop it. You're bothering me," the guard said.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 29, 2012 23:48:16 GMT
"I'll make as much noise as I like." Galahad replied, edging toward the jug.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 30, 2012 0:32:44 GMT
"Shut up or I'll smash your face in," the guard snarled.
"One moment," Father Eadmund whispered. "Perhaps I might recite a prayer to cover the noise."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 30, 2012 6:55:21 GMT
"Very well, I shall be silent if you'll allow my companion to pray." Galahad replied.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 30, 2012 13:28:49 GMT
"We're a godly kingdom," the guard said. "Go on, Father. I bear you no ill will."
Father Eadmund nodded and began to pray in a tongue Galahad didn't realise. Clearly this was the language of the Mercian Anglo-Saxons.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 30, 2012 16:24:38 GMT
Galahad waited for a few moments until it seemed like the guard had departed before returning to his work on the bar.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 30, 2012 23:33:12 GMT
Father Eadmund spoke his prayer in a reverent but fairly loud voice to cover Galahad's efforts.
"On eorĂ°an swa swa on heofonum..."
As Galahad worked, he could feel the bar becoming loose at the bottom end, with the mortar disintegrating under the nail. When he grasped the bar, the bottom moved fairly easily and could probably be wrenched out, once he got the same done on the upper section.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jun 30, 2012 23:48:36 GMT
Galahad paused for a moment, looking around to see if his work had attracted unwanted attention.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 1, 2012 13:10:45 GMT
The guard appeared not to be paying them any attention and had gone back to his conversation. Father Eadmund continued his prayer. Galahad was free to continue, for now.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 1, 2012 15:10:12 GMT
Galahad allowed himself a small smile before beginning to pick at the top end of the bar with the nail.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 2, 2012 0:07:54 GMT
The top end was more firmly entrenched in the socket but Galahad began to work hard at it and he knew it would be able to come out, with some effort. Father Eadmund finished his prayer and began another, at least Galahad thought it was a prayer. He recognised none of the words.
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