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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 29, 2012 22:02:52 GMT
The soldier's tunic looked overlarge on the slight Seren, though she managed to cinch it in with the dead man's belt. Even so, it was still too long and came down almost to her knees. Her long hair was concealed beneath the smallest guard's helm. She headed off in the direction of the dungeons with Lancelot.
"You had best do the talking if we're questioned," she whispered. "I doubt my ability to sound like a man, and I've never heard of any lord who hires women to be guards."
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jun 29, 2012 22:14:39 GMT
"This man kidknaps innocent young ladies, it would not surprise me if he hid behind them too," Lancelot said to her, as they followed the directions the questioned guard had sent them, "But you are right, I shall have to do the speaking, just in case. We should hurry," He said, quickening his pace, "the longer we're in here the more chance we have of being discovered."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jun 29, 2012 22:21:44 GMT
"Yes, but we shouldn't apppear to be in a terrible rush, either. Your mother told me once that only the guilty or those with something to hide go in a hurry."
Her legs were shorter than Lancelot's and it was hard for her to keep up with him.
"We should make it seem like we are going to relieve the guards on duty. Maybe you could make some lewd joke that I could pretend to laugh at. Isn't that what men do?"
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jul 3, 2012 22:47:50 GMT
"Not me." Lancelot said, but said some that he had heard somewhere along the line in Camelot in the barracks, and slowed down to Seren didn't have to jog to keep up with him, and kept on trying to get to the dungeons.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 23:08:56 GMT
Fortunately, with both of them dressed as guards, they met no opposition as they crossed the ramparts and entered the inner keep. The castle was dark except for torches set into the walls at intervals. They followed the directions they had been given and then two men lurched up to them. Both of them were drunk, their clothing askew.
"Have a drink?" One asked, thrusting a wineskin at Lancelot.
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jul 4, 2012 15:21:22 GMT
"And leave less for you?" He said, with his best accent, "Nah, go on, enjoy yourselves."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 4, 2012 15:47:00 GMT
The men laughed and passed on their way. BEfore long, they stood at a dark door, heavy with iron reinforcements set across it.
"This must be the dungeon door," Seren whispered. "It looks gloomy enough."
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jul 4, 2012 16:13:12 GMT
"We can only hope, that or Vortimer needs to replace his internal designers." Lancelot said, attempting humour.
He looked for a way to get through the reinforcements, as quick as possible.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 4, 2012 17:06:04 GMT
He realises that the reinforcements are strong and yet it soon becomes obvious that the door is not in fact locked.
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jul 4, 2012 17:26:21 GMT
Lancelot raised his eyebtrows at the unlocked door and pushed it open with a look of incredibility. immediately looking round it when it was open for his brother.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 4, 2012 17:31:25 GMT
He couldn't see Galahad. The door might be unlocked but it was extremely heavy. Inside was an anteroom, at the end of which was a similar door to the one they had just entered, save for the barred window at the top. More importantly, in this chamber sat a big, beefy man with dark hair and a spear. A heavy ring of keys sat on the table in front of him and he had a tankard in one hand, which he discarded when he saw them.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jul 4, 2012 17:45:22 GMT
"We're here for one of the prisoners, The King wants him flogged in the courtyard, something to do with making an example of him, I dunno." Lancelot said, trying to make it sound as if he were a bored and disgruntled guardsmen.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 4, 2012 18:04:49 GMT
"Oh yes? I'd like to see that. Which prisoner is that?"
The big man's eyes lit up the moment Lancelot mentioned flogging. He looked like the kind of man who enjoyed administering punishment.
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jul 4, 2012 18:06:42 GMT
"The one the men brought in before, I dunno his name, dragged in here, blond I think." He said waving a hand as if there was nothing to do with him, "Come watch, the more the better, we need to get him there first."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 4, 2012 18:12:11 GMT
"Oh, him. I know who you mean. My old mate was with the king when he questioned the prisoner, said he was a stubborn sort. I'd enjoy seeing him flogged but I can't go. I have to stay here and guard the dungeons. I'll be next for a flogging if I leave my post."
The big man seemed particularly disappointed at the prospect of missing a flogging. He picked up the keys and unlocked the door.
"Fifth cell on your left. There's a man outside who has the key."
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