The following is another snippet from my current WIP, Raid of the Krames.
Hope you enjoy! 🙂
Cullen took his customary seat next to the other generals at the table in the knight’s meeting hall, illuminated by many lanterns set onto the walls. Sir Flynn, commander of the entire knight order, sat at the very head of the long, wooden table.
“First of all, thank you for coming, and congratulations on teaching those troublesome bandits a lesson,” he said with a broad smile on his bearded, solid face. His blond hair shone brightly in the lantern-light, and his forest green eyes sparkled even brighter. The knights cheered and clapped each other on the back, but all grew silent as they watched Flynn’s face take on a grimmer attitude, and his tone of voice was much more serious when he spoke again.
“I found it very strange that those bandits were so bold as to get through our defenses and make an assault on Mail village. I simply can’t understand it. Why wouldn’t they just attacking one of our outlying villages, under no protection from our inner kingdom wall? ”
Cullen took a deep breath and stood up. His chair sliding back on the floor made a loud grating sound and Flynn looked up.
“You have something to say, Sir Cullen?” the knight leader asked, raising his eyebrows.
Cullen nodded and straightened his shoulders.
“These were not ordinary bandits.”
All of the knights erupted into chatter at once, standing up and voicing their surprise. Sir Flynn slammed his massive hand onto the table top, which could be heard above even the loudest shouting knights, and they quieted and slowly sat down again, waiting for Cullen to continue.
“When the bandits were running away, I saw one with his tunic shredded. Underneath was another tunic. It was dark green and had this coat of arms on it,” Cullen pulled a piece of paper from his belt and slapped it down in the middle of the table. The knights crowded around to see what it revealed. Cullen had copied the coat of arms of the Krames on the piece of paper. The knights began to talk again, whispering to each other that it was the Krames’s coat of arms.
Sir Flynn took the piece of paper and his brow wrinkled as he looked back up to Cullen.
“You are sure of this, Cullen?”
Cullen nodded. “Yes, Sir Flynn.”
The knight leader pursed his lips and subconsciously folded the paper over and over in his fingers.
“This is very bad news. It means that the Krames want to take over our kingdom, or at least wreak havoc.”
Cullen nodded slowly.
“Yes. But now I have a question.”
The knights turned back to him.
Cullen swept his gaze across the room.
“Who let the Krames into our kingdom?”
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Note: This piece of work has been specifically selected and edited for the convenience of the readers, and came from a story in progress. Not a final piece of the story.
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