Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Beauty ❯ The Visit ( Chapter 7 )

Back at Count Makraim's manor, horses bearing men with swords surrounded the place. Sir Garot rode through his men and approached the door. He banged a few times. A man with white hair answered.

“I'm sorry but the master is out. I expect his return in about two weeks.”

“Where is he old man?!” snarled Sir Garot.

“He never told me. The master left with a servant girl. Now, good day sir!” With that the man closed the door.

Sir Garot stood there momentarily stunned. Then catching movement at the eastern most side of the manor, he stalked over there and found someone that put the evil smirk back on his face.

“Ah! Kriestan, so good of you to grace me with an appearance. Now where is the girl?”

Kriestan looked up at Sir Garot and flinched. Kriestan was a small man, slightly stooped from years of hard labor. His grey eyes and frosty colored hair made him look older beyond his years. He was weak and frail looking in front of Sir Garot.

“The girl ran the night you came here, yesterday sometimes. Count Makraim went after her with her servant girl. I know not where.”

“Not good enough! Come now” Sir Garot said unsheathing his sword and pointing it at the man “You must remember some tiny detail?”

Kriestan trembled and fell to his knees. “Please I beg you! My master will kill me. He will sell me off! I will have my wife and child taken from me.”

“Shouldn't you have thought of that before you became my informant? Now where is she?”

Taking a deep breath, and looking toward the stable, Kriestan stood. He looked back at Sir Garot and said “I know my mistakes I was a weak fool. Not now nor never again. I will not tell you their direction.” he then closed his eyes and prepared for his death. Then opened them to see Sir Garot smirking at him.

“You told me all I need to know. Thank you friend. I shall send your master's head back to you and your good wife!” with that he turned on his heal leaving the man completely confused and crestfallen.

Sir Garot mounted his horse and gathered his men. “We head for the shore lands. There we should find our prey. Now GO!”

They headed South and to Kriestan's horror, toward Rumox. His only relief was that Sir Garot had said shore lands. They were slightly past Rumox. And what could he have said to tip that off? Kriestan turned to make his way in to the manor, praying that his master would forgive his weak heart.