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The rebels’ headquarters was actually one vast candle-lit room, with a large wooden table and chairs at its center, around which stood four hooded leaders of the uprising. Mikah threw his hood back and greeted each of the rebels with a warm smile. He was still a trifle delirious with the good news Machelli had given him.
Now the others dropped their hoods. One of the faces that came into view belonged to his lovely sister, Alana. She had the kind of dark beauty and luminosity that illuminated any room she entered, and a vixen pout to her full lips that made men wet theirs upon first seeing them. Through a strange alchemy her countenance reflected virginal innocence side by side with gypsy passions. Mikah was sure Alana still possessed her maidenhead but the sensuous smoldering in her eyes and the liquid swing of her saucy buttocks when she walked bespoke an impatience to lose it.
“You’re late,” she softly chided her beloved brother. “We were worried.” Her dark irises lit up like crystal as she proudly pointed to an open map on the table. “Come here, my brother, and look!”
Mikah walked to the table and with one exultant glance realized what it was.
“Uds blood! A map of the castle’s secret passages! How did you get it?”
The faces of the others in the room beamed the same excitement.
Ninshu stepped forward, whose face was as craggy as his posture was straight as an arrow’s. “A whore loyal to our cause pilfered it from Lord Essex himself!”
Mikah was so overjoyed that he went around the room and embraced each one. “What luck!”
Warmak, the only one of the group whose enthusiasm contained some speck of doubt, spoke up. “The lords and barons of Eh-Dan have arrived at the castle for tomorrow’s royal feast. But there’s something strange about the affair. The kings of the neighboring empires have also been invited to the feast. Perhaps Machelli can tell us why.”
Mikah shook his head. “No. Any further communication with him is too dangerous at this date. Our people are ready. We will proceed as planned. This may be our final chance to overthrow the murderous Cromwell.”
Suddenly there was a ramming crash at the door and it buckled inwards, spilling Cromwell and a half dozen Klaws into the room. Instinctively the rebels flashed their swords and stood posed for battle, though stunned into speechlessness by the surprise attack.
“Cromwell!” Mikah snarled, his sword raised chest high.
The rebels now protectively encircled Mikah and his sister.
“What have we here,” Cromwell baited, “a nest of serpents?”
Out of the folds of her robe Alana pulled a dagger, brandishing it at the tyrant king. “Let’s kill him now while we have him!”
Her fury made Cromwell smile. “Is that you, Alana? My, what a lovely thing you’ve become! What ripe fruits for me have you underneath your skirt and blouse?”
“Swine!” she screamed and lunged for him, but Mikah and Warmak restrained her, knowing she’d be dead before she got close enough to do him any harm. Now Mikah pulled her to one side and whispered in her ear, “You must warn the others! We’ll cut a path for you!”
“I won’t leave you!” she whispered back.
“You must.”
Annoyed by the sister’s and brother’s sotto murmurings Cromwell motioned for his men to flank the rebels on all sides.
“Come, come, children—no secrets from the king. It won’t do you or your rebels any good. At this moment my Klaws are dragging your dogs from their holes and putting them to the sword. Your rebellion is over.”
Exploding with the rage of knowing someone had betrayed him, Mikah released a piercing war cry and the rebels began fighting their way out of the trap. In seconds the room became a whirlwind of swirling and thrusting and clashing swords, puffing and groaning men. But the rebels were outnumbered and outmatched and Cromwell’s men quickly overcame the insurgents. Ninshu crashed against the table and then to
The rebels’ headquarters was actually one vast candle-lit room, with a large wooden table and chairs at its center, around which stood four hooded leaders of the uprising. Mikah threw his hood back and greeted each of the rebels with a warm smile. He was still a trifle delirious with the good news Machelli had given him.
Now the others dropped their hoods. One of the faces that came into view belonged to his lovely sister, Alana. She had the kind of dark beauty and luminosity that illuminated any room she entered, and a vixen pout to her full lips that made men wet theirs upon first seeing them. Through a strange alchemy her countenance reflected virginal innocence side by side with gypsy passions. Mikah was sure Alana still possessed her maidenhead but the sensuous smoldering in her eyes and the liquid swing of her saucy buttocks when she walked bespoke an impatience to lose it.
“You’re late,” she softly chided her beloved brother. “We were worried.” Her dark irises lit up like crystal as she proudly pointed to an open map on the table. “Come here, my brother, and look!”
Mikah walked to the table and with one exultant glance realized what it was.
“Uds blood! A map of the castle’s secret passages! How did you get it?”
The faces of the others in the room beamed the same excitement.
Ninshu stepped forward, whose face was as craggy as his posture was straight as an arrow’s. “A whore loyal to our cause pilfered it from Lord Essex himself!”
Mikah was so overjoyed that he went around the room and embraced each one. “What luck!”
Warmak, the only one of the group whose enthusiasm contained some speck of doubt, spoke up. “The lords and barons of Eh-Dan have arrived at the castle for tomorrow’s royal feast. But there’s something strange about the affair. The kings of the neighboring empires have also been invited to the feast. Perhaps Machelli can tell us why.”
Mikah shook his head. “No. Any further communication with him is too dangerous at this date. Our people are ready. We will proceed as planned. This may be our final chance to overthrow the murderous Cromwell.”
Suddenly there was a ramming crash at the door and it buckled inwards, spilling Cromwell and a half dozen Klaws into the room. Instinctively the rebels flashed their swords and stood posed for battle, though stunned into speechlessness by the surprise attack.
“Cromwell!” Mikah snarled, his sword raised chest high.
The rebels now protectively encircled Mikah and his sister.
“What have we here,” Cromwell baited, “a nest of serpents?”
Out of the folds of her robe Alana pulled a dagger, brandishing it at the tyrant king. “Let’s kill him now while we have him!”
Her fury made Cromwell smile. “Is that you, Alana? My, what a lovely thing you’ve become! What ripe fruits for me have you underneath your skirt and blouse?”
“Swine!” she screamed and lunged for him, but Mikah and Warmak restrained her, knowing she’d be dead before she got close enough to do him any harm. Now Mikah pulled her to one side and whispered in her ear, “You must warn the others! We’ll cut a path for you!”
“I won’t leave you!” she whispered back.
“You must.”
Annoyed by the sister’s and brother’s sotto murmurings Cromwell motioned for his men to flank the rebels on all sides.
“Come, come, children—no secrets from the king. It won’t do you or your rebels any good. At this moment my Klaws are dragging your dogs from their holes and putting them to the sword. Your rebellion is over.”
Exploding with the rage of knowing someone had betrayed him, Mikah released a piercing war cry and the rebels began fighting their way out of the trap. In seconds the room became a whirlwind of swirling and thrusting and clashing swords, puffing and groaning men. But the rebels were outnumbered and outmatched and Cromwell’s men quickly overcame the insurgents. Ninshu crashed against the table and then to
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