So there I sat chained head to toe, almost literally, in probably the coldest, darkest room in all of the village. And I couldn’t help but wonder if someone was purposely pouring water through a crack in the ceiling onto my head. My neck was chained to the wall and my hands, crossed behind me, were too. Last of all my ankles were both captured by the chain of a big iron ball. It really was a wonderful state. NOT! Two days into the mission and I was already doomed. Dead. Preparing to be killed. What had I told everyone earlier . . . ?
It didn’t matter. They would soon find out and be sorry.
I shook my head clearing the childish thoughts. I’d chosen my own path on my own accord. The army had warned me of the dangers. Besides, I wasn’t dead. At least not at the moment.
The soldiers talked for several hours until one finally left to go get a government official. I wondered who a ‘government official’ might be since they were, after all, the army.
“So?” The other guard stalked over and sneered at me. “You thought you would get into this country?” He laughed a dusty, barking laugh that made me think he needed some water to help his throat. “Well, guess what! You can’t! we don’t let intruders get away!”
I clanked my chains. At least I still had music.
“Stop that!” The man exclaimed.
I smirked suddenly and let a chuckle rumble from deep within my throat. Then I gleefully clanged the iron ovals together again.
“I said . . .” The man’s outburst was interrupted by a door slamming open and crashing against the wall.
“Moncay!” A young, deep-ish man’s voice proclaimed authoritatively. “Are you own of the guards who caught the intruder?” He drew out the last word as he stepped into view and stood nonchalantly in the doorway. His strong arms hung relaxed at his side but his eyes held a fierce and intimidating gaze.
“I . . . uh . . I mean . . . Yes. Yes sir!” The soldier stuttered.
“Good.” The man nodded, cracked a half smile, and looked for a second like a pleased villain.
All at once, he stepped past the guard and eyed me with dark, determined eyes. “You dare intrude our land.” His face turned stern as he frowned at me. Relaxed except for the fire in his eyes, he glared at my chained self. “Why?”
“Felt like exploring.” I countered back with a calm cheerfulness that very obviously rivaled his angered air.
“Oh did you now?” His voice deepened and his hands clasped together suddenly. “Well,” He stepped backwards, his black boots thumping strongly on the floor while he unclasped his hands in a way that was suddenly scary. “We’ll see how much you like this land. Moncay!” The man’s attention left me as fast as a breath of wind. “Bring the traveling chains. I’d like to get him to the capital as soon as possible. We leave now.”
“Him!” I recoiled. Even though I had my hair in a ponytail and was hidden in a dark interior I look like a girl. “I’m no guy!”
The man turned at my exclamation and almost looked surprised. “Well,” He drawled again. “That’ll make this even easier.” But before I could try and decipher what he meant by that, a scurrying Moncay came rushing into my cell and began working to get me ready to travel.
“So . . . so your from the capital?” Moncay wondered.
“Course I am.” The man in black proclaimed. “And the king will want us there as quickly as possible I know!”
“Y…yes sir.” When he’d finished clinking my chains shut, Moncay tossed the key towards the tall, government agent. The official caught the key smoothly and tucked it into a pocket in his black pants. The army man handed him my chains and followed me out of the cell. A rough yank on my chains almost brought me to my knees as I hurried, fuming more than ever, after the quick stepping official.
“We’ll need two horses and a weeks worth of food.” The man, who had told no one his name, announced. “Bring the food to the stables along with two blankets.”
With that we were gone, leaving the guard scurrying to do his tasks. Minutes later two strong, brown steeds were saddled, Moncay was tying on supplies, and the gruff, dark haired man approached where he had left me tied to a pole.
“Alright spy.” He stated with an almost teasing expression. “We’re off.” And before I could say a thing, he grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me onto the horse as easily as if I had been a sack of potatoes. An empty sack.
His first thought when he heard about the intruder was worry. But the instant he saw her all worry vanished. She didn’t have the smartest strategy to spy, that much was obvious. But she had spirit. And as they left the town, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. Maybe things would go according to his plan after all!