Chapter 3
Halt and Horace (who had agreed to come along without a second thought) raced quietly through the corridors of the Castle Araluen. Halt slowed slightly seeing King Duncan ahead, but Horace didn't.
'What's happening?' he asked.
Horace paused for a moment and managed to get out, 'Have to go and see something,' he said and then ran passed. Halt took a second to realise what had just happened and then shrugged.
'See you later!' he called out to his friend. King Duncan just let him past and didn't think anything else of it.
'Stop Halt!' Crowley called out and Duncan reached to grab the end of Halt's cloak. His fingers just slipped through though and Crowley swore out loud.
'And that's why I stay with rangers,' Duncan said.
'Why?' Crowley asked, still thinking about how he was going to trap Halt.
'Because everyone else refuses to us anything but the proper etiquette around me and yet you all are ok with swearing near me,' he said happily.
'Sure,' Crowley replied distracted. '' Can I put some guards at the gates to stop them?'
'Go for it!' Duncan said and walked away still in a happy mood.
Halt raced down to Abelard and quickly saddled him before he saddled Kicker. Horace was quickly getting what he needed for such a tip as it looked like this was going to be, Halt naturally had already packed because he had known in some small pat of his mind that it would come to this.
Two minutes before he had expected him to come, Horace came running around the door to the stable carrying two bags. He expertly flung them onto Kicker and then got on. He looked to Halt to find him already on Abelard.
'Someone, I'm assuming Crowley has sent people to block off the front gate,' he said, slightly out of breath.
'We should go then,' Halt said and the two of them started to gallop to the gate.
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Just as two of them reached the gate, it slammed closed. Horace swore but the gate closing didn't ruin Halt's plans in the slightest.
Halt turned Abelard around and headed him off to the stables again.
'We're going to give up like that?' Horace asked.
'Whoever said I was giving up?' Halt smirked back.
'What's happening?' he asked.
Horace paused for a moment and managed to get out, 'Have to go and see something,' he said and then ran passed. Halt took a second to realise what had just happened and then shrugged.
'See you later!' he called out to his friend. King Duncan just let him past and didn't think anything else of it.
'Stop Halt!' Crowley called out and Duncan reached to grab the end of Halt's cloak. His fingers just slipped through though and Crowley swore out loud.
'And that's why I stay with rangers,' Duncan said.
'Why?' Crowley asked, still thinking about how he was going to trap Halt.
'Because everyone else refuses to us anything but the proper etiquette around me and yet you all are ok with swearing near me,' he said happily.
'Sure,' Crowley replied distracted. '' Can I put some guards at the gates to stop them?'
'Go for it!' Duncan said and walked away still in a happy mood.
Halt raced down to Abelard and quickly saddled him before he saddled Kicker. Horace was quickly getting what he needed for such a tip as it looked like this was going to be, Halt naturally had already packed because he had known in some small pat of his mind that it would come to this.
Two minutes before he had expected him to come, Horace came running around the door to the stable carrying two bags. He expertly flung them onto Kicker and then got on. He looked to Halt to find him already on Abelard.
'Someone, I'm assuming Crowley has sent people to block off the front gate,' he said, slightly out of breath.
'We should go then,' Halt said and the two of them started to gallop to the gate.
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Just as two of them reached the gate, it slammed closed. Horace swore but the gate closing didn't ruin Halt's plans in the slightest.
Halt turned Abelard around and headed him off to the stables again.
'We're going to give up like that?' Horace asked.
'Whoever said I was giving up?' Halt smirked back.