Caspian tapped the edge of his dagger. A ruby red drop of blood dripped onto his cloak. It was razor sharp. He peered over the battlements as the cavalcade of horses rode into the courtyard, their horseshoes clicking against the stone. The noise disguised the rasping sound as he drew his sword.
"Hello my liege," Kyle cried with a bow. "I am pleased you could make it to my humble party."
"Yes, yes," Gelon grunted dismounting and helping his daughter do the same.
"Where is the Lady Joan?" Kyle asked glancing at the rest of the horsemen.
"Fell sick with a cold, she stayed at the castle and the healers are treating her," Gelon strode past Kyle.
"Well, shall we get on with it?" he walked through an arch. Kyle reached out for Mardina's hand. Giggling she reached back, but suddenly a shining blade crashed between them! Mardina screamed and pulled her hand back quickly. Kyle spun drawing his own sword and striking a blow that would have cut off Caspian's head! But Caspian had pulled Mardina back into the shadows of the gate. He placed a gloved hand over her mouth. She struggled, but soon realized who her assailant was.
"Caspian! Your Rouge!" she gasped.
"More like your Protector," Caspian whispered. "Wait until I tell you what Kyle has planned."
"Kyle is a good man," Mardina squirmed. "He's been courting me-"
"I know, but it's all a falsity." Suddenly a blade shimmered out of the darkness. Kyle was searching for them, a spiked helmet and breastplate over his black robe. Meanwhile, Lydia awoke. She was lying on a bed in a richly furnished room. She got up and found her travelling cloak draped carelessly over a chair. She looked down at herself. She was wearing an expensive silk green dress. Working wuickly, she pulled her daggers out of the cloak and picked the lock of the door. Outside she found a snoring guard, but she escaped him easily. She looked out a window and saw two man dueling. She gasped, and then leaped out the window!
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