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Escape from Colthersea Castle.

Chapter 8: Preview for Dreaming of Colthersea

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“Th... they escaped sir, exactly as you asked.” 

“Good.” 

“They had the serving boy; I... I think he was... uhh... still alive.” 

“Damn, that is unfortunate.” 

“Does it stop our... I mean, your plans?” 

“The plan will still work; he bears no consequence in the long run.” 

“Still... I... are you sure it’s wise, sir? I mean, of course, you know best, and it’s your plan, and I'm sure you’ve thought this through and all, but supposing they...” 

“They what? They remember what we did? They realise they didn’t actually get away without a problem?” 

“Well, they aren’t entirely stupid. Surely, they’ll notice the missing days?” 

“Notice them, yes. Remember them, not yet.” 

“You mean they will remember what happened?” 

“Of course. It's all part of the plan. They’ll play right into my hands.”   

“But... I mean... uhhh...” 

“Don't you worry. Just... get your men into their positions and don’t mess up, I've worked too hard and for too long for this to fail. I will get my crown and I will get my victory.” 

“Y... yes sir.” 

“Oh, and tell Hefin, it’s time for him to do his job.” 

The Bandit leader nodded and backed out of the room, leaving his master to their thoughts. 

The sorcerer turned to their scrying dish, rubbing his hands over the side of the marble bowl. The water inside rippled slightly, before settling over a campsite. 

A large fire had been constructed, the woman of the group cooking some sort of meal. He sneered slightly, having never cared for rank. Maybe the knights would be better cooks than a serving girl who was probably more shaken up that them about all of this. Two of the knights were putting down more firewood in a stack near her, then joining the prince on watch. 

The other knights were all asleep, one of them holding the other servant tight.  

The damned traitorous bastard looked dead, and it was something more than worth grinning about. 

They'd make it back to Camelot tomorrow, and the next part of the plan would begin. 

His hand slashed through the water and broke the image. 

“You will pay Arthur Pendragon, I will have my revenge. Your thrice damned Fireheart can’t protect you forever.” 

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