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glass. “Just have a bit more.”
“You can take the bottle with you,” Grange answered. He felt tired, even more tired after drinking the wine, his mind feeling fuzzier. He wanted the girl to simply leave, so that he could sprawl upon his bed and descend into a restful sleep at last. “I don’t want any more.”
“Just drink this bit,” she urged, as she pressed his hand and the goblet it held towards his mouth. “And then it will be bed time.”
“Just drink this and then you’ll leave so that I can go to bed?” Grange asked owlishly.
“Yes dear, just drink all of this in one swallow and you’ll be done for the night,” she assured him in a sweet voice.
Grange swallowed the wine, then felt his grasp on the goblet start to weaken. The room was spinning, as he felt Morine take his hand and lead him over towards the bed.
The goblet fell from his grasp, just before he sat on the mattress.
“You just lie down and sleep,” Morine told him. His eyes fluttered open and shut, watching her as she looked down on him with a satisfied expression, then walked away. And that was the last thing he saw before he fell profoundly asleep.
Chapter 6
Grange woke up in the darkness, groggy and confused. He was in pitch black surroundings, on a bumpy, hard surface.
“Hope?” he asked at first, thinking that he was still on the journey through the wilderness.
As soon as he heard his own voice though, he remembered that he had reached the end of the journey, or at least a stop that was close to the end. He had the freed princess delivered to her own family, and they were just a short journey away from her home.
“Hello?” he called as he sat up. He put his hands down, and felt more of the rough surface. It was gravelly. It wasn’t his mattress. He must have fallen onto the floor, and the floor must be strangely dirty, he tried to conjecture.
He suddenly remembered drinking wine, and Morine. The girl had been strangely persistent in coming into his room and making sure he drank wine, he recollected.
“Hello?” he stood up shakily, and tried to remember which direction the windows were in, so that he could open them and see if it was light outside. He placed his hands in front of him, realized that he felt unsteady, and still tired, then took two steps before his hands touched the wall next to him.
It was a hard, clammy, cool wall, one made of stone or brick. He didn’t recollect any walls in his room that were made of stone or brick.
He spun around and stooped to lower his hands, then explored the space behind him, searching for his bed mattress. He stepped and stepped and stepped, until his fingertips bluntly collided with another stone wall.
Puzzled, he placed his hands on the wall and edged along its length, one hand high and one low to intercept furniture. He turned the inside of a corner, and after an improbably short distance, he turned another corner. The realization was dawning on him that he was no longer in the room where he had fallen asleep, and when he came to a metal grill door, he knew something had gone terribly astray.
“Hey!” He shouted loudly through the metal bars, as he rattled them, and his hands groped to find a latch or other means of opening the door. There seemed to be a faint glimmer of light off to his left, he sensed, too dim to reveal any details of his surroundings.
“Hello!” he shouted again, as he continued his tactile exploration of the door. There was a single place where a latch was installed, but it was immovable – locked somehow, by something he couldn’t see.
He left the door and continued around the walls of the room, which proved to be a very small cell, one whose perimeter took little time to define before returned to the door again – the door and a built in bench were the only features. His sword and knife were missing he realized, when he considered the prospect of trying to
“You can take the bottle with you,” Grange answered. He felt tired, even more tired after drinking the wine, his mind feeling fuzzier. He wanted the girl to simply leave, so that he could sprawl upon his bed and descend into a restful sleep at last. “I don’t want any more.”
“Just drink this bit,” she urged, as she pressed his hand and the goblet it held towards his mouth. “And then it will be bed time.”
“Just drink this and then you’ll leave so that I can go to bed?” Grange asked owlishly.
“Yes dear, just drink all of this in one swallow and you’ll be done for the night,” she assured him in a sweet voice.
Grange swallowed the wine, then felt his grasp on the goblet start to weaken. The room was spinning, as he felt Morine take his hand and lead him over towards the bed.
The goblet fell from his grasp, just before he sat on the mattress.
“You just lie down and sleep,” Morine told him. His eyes fluttered open and shut, watching her as she looked down on him with a satisfied expression, then walked away. And that was the last thing he saw before he fell profoundly asleep.
Chapter 6
Grange woke up in the darkness, groggy and confused. He was in pitch black surroundings, on a bumpy, hard surface.
“Hope?” he asked at first, thinking that he was still on the journey through the wilderness.
As soon as he heard his own voice though, he remembered that he had reached the end of the journey, or at least a stop that was close to the end. He had the freed princess delivered to her own family, and they were just a short journey away from her home.
“Hello?” he called as he sat up. He put his hands down, and felt more of the rough surface. It was gravelly. It wasn’t his mattress. He must have fallen onto the floor, and the floor must be strangely dirty, he tried to conjecture.
He suddenly remembered drinking wine, and Morine. The girl had been strangely persistent in coming into his room and making sure he drank wine, he recollected.
“Hello?” he stood up shakily, and tried to remember which direction the windows were in, so that he could open them and see if it was light outside. He placed his hands in front of him, realized that he felt unsteady, and still tired, then took two steps before his hands touched the wall next to him.
It was a hard, clammy, cool wall, one made of stone or brick. He didn’t recollect any walls in his room that were made of stone or brick.
He spun around and stooped to lower his hands, then explored the space behind him, searching for his bed mattress. He stepped and stepped and stepped, until his fingertips bluntly collided with another stone wall.
Puzzled, he placed his hands on the wall and edged along its length, one hand high and one low to intercept furniture. He turned the inside of a corner, and after an improbably short distance, he turned another corner. The realization was dawning on him that he was no longer in the room where he had fallen asleep, and when he came to a metal grill door, he knew something had gone terribly astray.
“Hey!” He shouted loudly through the metal bars, as he rattled them, and his hands groped to find a latch or other means of opening the door. There seemed to be a faint glimmer of light off to his left, he sensed, too dim to reveal any details of his surroundings.
“Hello!” he shouted again, as he continued his tactile exploration of the door. There was a single place where a latch was installed, but it was immovable – locked somehow, by something he couldn’t see.
He left the door and continued around the walls of the room, which proved to be a very small cell, one whose perimeter took little time to define before returned to the door again – the door and a built in bench were the only features. His sword and knife were missing he realized, when he considered the prospect of trying to
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