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Mystic Knights Fan Fiction - The Spirit of the Land

The Spirit of the Land Chapter 6

Angus tapped the soldier on his shoulder, then quickly took the chamber pot from his hands when he turned around.

"Wha—" Garrett's fist connecting with his face halted any other sounds that would have escaped the man's mouth, and he crumpled to the floor.

Angus looked around the corner, grinned, and turned back to Garrett. "I think we found her."

Garrett glanced around the corner, blanched, and turned back to Angus. "Is he actually…?"

"And on Maeve's tapestry to. You take care of him," Angus nodded to the downed man, "And keep an eye out. I'll get the girl."

"Right." Garrett turned to the man, preparing to move him out of the way, then stopped and caught Angus's arm. "Wait, why do you get to get the girl?"

Angus thought for a moment. "Because…you're a better fighter."

"Then I should be getting the girl, there's still the guard to deal with."

"She knows me. Well, better than she knows you. Besides, I'm charmed."

Angus left before Garrett could say anything else and reached the guard just as he had finished retying his breeches.

"Hi there."

"Huh?" He had half-turned when Angus brought the chamber-pot down over his head. Angus patted his cheeks, making sure he was out, and then took the key ring off his belt and went to the locked door.

"Hello…? Aisling, your knight awaits you!"

Angus?" He heard her come to the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Garrett and I were thinking about rescuing you…"

"Then get to it."

"Just a minute, I have to find the right key."

"How many are there?"

"Two?"

"Stick one in the lock. If it doesn't work, stick the other one in the lock."

"Now, now. I wouldn't want to go and make a mistake." Angus saw Garrett gesturing from down the hall. Maybe he'd played long enough.

"Ok, I think that this is it."

"Good. Let me out."

"You know, you could be a little nicer about this."

"You first."

Angus sighed. The girl was actually more frustrating than Deirdre.

"Ok, ok." Angus unlocked and opened the door to see Aisling standing there and glaring at him. Without a word, she brushed past him and walked towards Garrett. "You could try saying 'Thank you'!" He called after her.

"Thank you." She turned to Garrett. "Are you all right?"

"Of course, my lady."

"Are you sure?"

"Can we go now?" Angus asked, interrupting them and earning glares. He moved past them before they could answer.

"Where's the armory?" Aisling asked.

"Down the stairs, third door to the left." Garrett replied. Aisling started down the stairs. "Hey, wait!!"

Angus turned to Garrett. "Don't tell her things like that."

"How was I supposed to know?"

"Aah…come on."

Downstairs, Aisling had found the armory, and was examining the daggers.

"What are you doing?" Angus asked.

She stuck a dagger in each boot, and tucked another under her belt. "What does it look like?"

"We don't have time for this."

She began examining the quarter staffs.

"Angus is right." Garrett said. "We must hurry."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Aisling muttered. "Where's the wolf?"

"At Conchubar's castle." Angus answered.

"The castle? You took a wild animal to a castle?"

"Well…"

"Unbelievable." Garrett called them from the doorway.

"Coming!" Both answered.

"Speaking of the wolf," Angus said, taking her by the arm and starting to pull her way, until she pulled away with a look that would have sent half the men he knew scurrying for cover… "Why would a wolf call you his sister?"

"What?"

"Aideen said—"

"Aideen?"

"A fairy." Garrett said coming in and pushing them towards the door.

"Oh. We'll talk about that later, ok?" Way later. As later as she could possibly make later be.

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"Cathabad!" Rohan jumped forward as the druid dropped the clay pot of healing salve, taking the druid's arm.

What happened?" Deirdre asked from her spot beside the wounded wolf, across the room.

A vision, my princess." Cathabad said as Rohan helped him into the chair Ivar had pulled out. "A Temra warrior."

"What about this warrior?" Ivar asked.

"He was like no warrior I have ever seen before. He stood before a village, burned to the ground, and in his eyes burned a magic fire, more wild and dangerous than any I have ever seen before. There was more, but…I cannot remember. He brought destruction, though. Untold of destruction, both to Kells and Temra."