Lurking through the shadows, evading being seen, the young man glid through the forest. Barely disturbing the branches and leaves on the forest floor, he slid almost like a cat.
But beneath all this apparent serenity, his heart pounded like a smith on his anvil. He could swear that anyone within a thousands leagues had to be able to hear him. Apparently no one did though, since he was still alone and not a shout or a word was uttered at him. One more tree, one more passing cleared. Almost there now, almost done with what he had to do.
Almost a clearing, almost a mission accomplished.
The barge lay on the shore as it was supposed to, gently rocking in the calm spring breeze. He quietly went into the still cold waters of Lady Lake and with a few swim-strokes, got to where he was heading. He quietly levered himself onto the barge, snuck towards a nearby door, opened it and stepped through.
“Nobody there”, he thought as he stepped towards the far corner of the room. But as he almost felt secure a voice very well known to him startled him:
“And where have you been, my dear knabe? Have you been off with that Neuvolk girl again? Do you not know that she is no good for you?”
With a sigh the young man, still wet from top to toe, sat on his bed and sighed:
“Yes mutti, I know...”
But beneath all this apparent serenity, his heart pounded like a smith on his anvil. He could swear that anyone within a thousands leagues had to be able to hear him. Apparently no one did though, since he was still alone and not a shout or a word was uttered at him. One more tree, one more passing cleared. Almost there now, almost done with what he had to do.
Almost a clearing, almost a mission accomplished.
The barge lay on the shore as it was supposed to, gently rocking in the calm spring breeze. He quietly went into the still cold waters of Lady Lake and with a few swim-strokes, got to where he was heading. He quietly levered himself onto the barge, snuck towards a nearby door, opened it and stepped through.
“Nobody there”, he thought as he stepped towards the far corner of the room. But as he almost felt secure a voice very well known to him startled him:
“And where have you been, my dear knabe? Have you been off with that Neuvolk girl again? Do you not know that she is no good for you?”
With a sigh the young man, still wet from top to toe, sat on his bed and sighed:
“Yes mutti, I know...”
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