streets where Tung had grown up and learnt what few skills he had. Now he was running for his life in those same streets… literally and invisibly.
As Tung and Madrick weaved their way unseen through the throng, they accidently bumped into a few folk, but it went unnoticed in the hustle and bustle. People just didn’t bother to look round to see who had bumped them. They were either too lazy or scared it could lead to confrontation in these dangerous streets.
Tung took the opportunity to punch a few passers-by in the face just to see what happened. People could disregard a bump, but a punch in the mouth was impossible to ignore. The victim assumed he’d been hit by the nearest person and retaliated by thumping him. It escalated from there. So Tung left a trail of brawling strangers in his wake and this amused him enormously. It took a while for Madrick to realise what was happening and when he did he was furious. Why would this idiot jeopardise their escape for a silly bit of fun?
Before he could chastise Tung, Madrick saw one of Mifal’s courtiers who’d been a thorn in his side since the first day he arrived in the castle. Maybe one bit of silly fun was acceptable, he thought, as he punched the courtier square on the nose. It didn’t go well from there. The man somehow reacted quickly enough to end up with an unbreakable grasp of Madrick’s invisible arm and he was tugging hard at it and screaming. He’d no idea what he had hold of, but he was absolutely determined he wasn’t going to let it go. Tung’s double handed, invisible rabbit punch to the back of his skull changed his mind. He collapsed as if he’d been poleaxed.
“Run. We need to get out of here. Head for the village,” yelled Tung, proud of his work.
“Right behind you, wherever you are,” muttered Madrick, not so proud of what he had just done.
They moved more quickly now that they’d both stopped accosting various unsuspecting souls. They wanted to leave the mayhem they’d caused far behind them as soon as possible and they also hoped a bit of speed in their steps might warm them up. They were both very cold, naked as they were, and it was dull and cloudy rather than bright and sunny. Weather forecasts… some things are just not to be trusted.
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King Mifal was furious when he was told of the pandemonium in his dungeon. He ordered that the head jailer be locked up forever for his incompetence, and for murdering the other jailer, he added as an afterthought. He also deliberated long and hard about the crazy scene which his captain had described for him. He wrongly believed that his people looked to him for divine guidance. He assumed they needed his wisdom to explain the inexplicable. In fact, no one cared about what he thought or said, although no one ever told him that.
Within an hour or so, he’d managed to rationalise the situation. He believed he had solved the puzzle.
He decreed that Madrick had magicked himself into a black stallion which explained the robe around the horse’s neck. It also explained why Madrick was nowhere to be found. Based on that reasoning, he further decreed that the horse was to be tortured to death which meant he’d have his vengeance on the wizard who’d refused to do miracles for him. Nobody, particularly Mifal, cared what had happened to Tung so the matter ended there. Everyone was happy except, of course, the horse.
Actually, if the truth be told, which it never was to Mifal, one of the jailers had secretly led the great black stallion out of the prison and kept the magnificent animal for himself. The fabulous beast now grazed in a nearby muddy field surrounded by three adoring mares. So actually, everyone was happy - including the horse.
☼☼☼
Tung and Madrick made their way out of the main gate and headed for the sprawling town which nestled all around the great stone walls of the castle. They were hit straight away by the difference between the streets inside and outside the
As Tung and Madrick weaved their way unseen through the throng, they accidently bumped into a few folk, but it went unnoticed in the hustle and bustle. People just didn’t bother to look round to see who had bumped them. They were either too lazy or scared it could lead to confrontation in these dangerous streets.
Tung took the opportunity to punch a few passers-by in the face just to see what happened. People could disregard a bump, but a punch in the mouth was impossible to ignore. The victim assumed he’d been hit by the nearest person and retaliated by thumping him. It escalated from there. So Tung left a trail of brawling strangers in his wake and this amused him enormously. It took a while for Madrick to realise what was happening and when he did he was furious. Why would this idiot jeopardise their escape for a silly bit of fun?
Before he could chastise Tung, Madrick saw one of Mifal’s courtiers who’d been a thorn in his side since the first day he arrived in the castle. Maybe one bit of silly fun was acceptable, he thought, as he punched the courtier square on the nose. It didn’t go well from there. The man somehow reacted quickly enough to end up with an unbreakable grasp of Madrick’s invisible arm and he was tugging hard at it and screaming. He’d no idea what he had hold of, but he was absolutely determined he wasn’t going to let it go. Tung’s double handed, invisible rabbit punch to the back of his skull changed his mind. He collapsed as if he’d been poleaxed.
“Run. We need to get out of here. Head for the village,” yelled Tung, proud of his work.
“Right behind you, wherever you are,” muttered Madrick, not so proud of what he had just done.
They moved more quickly now that they’d both stopped accosting various unsuspecting souls. They wanted to leave the mayhem they’d caused far behind them as soon as possible and they also hoped a bit of speed in their steps might warm them up. They were both very cold, naked as they were, and it was dull and cloudy rather than bright and sunny. Weather forecasts… some things are just not to be trusted.
☼☼☼
King Mifal was furious when he was told of the pandemonium in his dungeon. He ordered that the head jailer be locked up forever for his incompetence, and for murdering the other jailer, he added as an afterthought. He also deliberated long and hard about the crazy scene which his captain had described for him. He wrongly believed that his people looked to him for divine guidance. He assumed they needed his wisdom to explain the inexplicable. In fact, no one cared about what he thought or said, although no one ever told him that.
Within an hour or so, he’d managed to rationalise the situation. He believed he had solved the puzzle.
He decreed that Madrick had magicked himself into a black stallion which explained the robe around the horse’s neck. It also explained why Madrick was nowhere to be found. Based on that reasoning, he further decreed that the horse was to be tortured to death which meant he’d have his vengeance on the wizard who’d refused to do miracles for him. Nobody, particularly Mifal, cared what had happened to Tung so the matter ended there. Everyone was happy except, of course, the horse.
Actually, if the truth be told, which it never was to Mifal, one of the jailers had secretly led the great black stallion out of the prison and kept the magnificent animal for himself. The fabulous beast now grazed in a nearby muddy field surrounded by three adoring mares. So actually, everyone was happy - including the horse.
☼☼☼
Tung and Madrick made their way out of the main gate and headed for the sprawling town which nestled all around the great stone walls of the castle. They were hit straight away by the difference between the streets inside and outside the
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