Post by Nicholas Miller on Feb 2, 2017 21:41:32 GMT -5
Sir Nicholas Miller was pacing.
The guard room in which he was would normally be home to a few archers and men-at-arms who were on duty for the day but were not needed at a post just then. But given the lockdown of the castle and the walls being manned, it was completely empty save for the common-born knight, and even his seniormost archer and second-in-command of the company he had led into Vasile as part of the Deveraux contingent knew to leave him alone for now.
For Mariette had been taken, quite literally from under his nose through a passage someone had obviously missed through laziness, incompetence or just plain innocently missed. And now he had men in that tunnel looking for its exit, and once they would surface he'd be made aware of it, and the hunt would be on.
But it meant he had to wait, and waiting was always the hardest part.
And with some luck, neither Sir Pierre nor the Lord Marshal would come and seek him out just yet. He had plenty on his mind, including a lot of self-recrimination of the same nature he'd assuaged within Gabrielle, and he was furious. At himself for missing it, at whoever had gone for the Princess. At the Captain for thinking it was a good idea to stop him after the Lord Marshal himself had issued marching orders.
So his helmet was on a table, his bow and arrows leaning against it, and he paced back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth, and all he wanted to do was to act but knowing that he needed to wait for the time being.
And waiting was always the hardest part, especially when one was in a foul mood and most knew better than to bother him, for it left him entirely too much with his thoughts.
Gabrielle Delacroix
The guard room in which he was would normally be home to a few archers and men-at-arms who were on duty for the day but were not needed at a post just then. But given the lockdown of the castle and the walls being manned, it was completely empty save for the common-born knight, and even his seniormost archer and second-in-command of the company he had led into Vasile as part of the Deveraux contingent knew to leave him alone for now.
For Mariette had been taken, quite literally from under his nose through a passage someone had obviously missed through laziness, incompetence or just plain innocently missed. And now he had men in that tunnel looking for its exit, and once they would surface he'd be made aware of it, and the hunt would be on.
But it meant he had to wait, and waiting was always the hardest part.
And with some luck, neither Sir Pierre nor the Lord Marshal would come and seek him out just yet. He had plenty on his mind, including a lot of self-recrimination of the same nature he'd assuaged within Gabrielle, and he was furious. At himself for missing it, at whoever had gone for the Princess. At the Captain for thinking it was a good idea to stop him after the Lord Marshal himself had issued marching orders.
So his helmet was on a table, his bow and arrows leaning against it, and he paced back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth, and all he wanted to do was to act but knowing that he needed to wait for the time being.
And waiting was always the hardest part, especially when one was in a foul mood and most knew better than to bother him, for it left him entirely too much with his thoughts.
Gabrielle Delacroix