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“I’m with you!” Jiron cries out as he follows through with his second knife, narrowly missing the man’s stomach.

Suddenly, one of the men facing the Parvati cries out as Fifer’s sword takes him through the side. The remaining man facing the Parvati hacks down with all his might. Using his longsword, the Parvati knocks the attacking blade to the side and then follows through with his short sword, sinking it to the hilt between the man’s ribs. Wedged in tightly, the sword is pulled from his hands as the man falls to the ground.

Jiron, now fighting the sole remaining man, captures his sword between his knives and kicks out, catching him in the groin. With a groan the man’s strength leaves him for but a moment which is all the time Jiron needs. A quick twist of his knives and the sword is wrenched out of the man’s hands and sent flying across the courtyard.

Jiron steps back from him just as a longsword strikes out, taking the man’s head from his shoulders. Glancing to the side, he sees the Parvati move to where his shortsword is still embedded in the dead man’s chest. Placing a foot on the dead man, he draws out his sword. Wiping both swords clean on his opponent’s clothes, he turns to see Jiron staring at him.

“Thank you my friend,” the Parvati says.

Jiron only nods as Fifer comes to him and says, “We’ve got to get out of here!”

From around them they can hear the shouts and running of feet as the city guard races into the courtyard. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the man with which he made the bet on the outcome of the fight. Running over to him, he asks, “Where’s my money!”

“What money?” the man asks.

“I won so where’s the money you owe me?” he demands.

Giving him a sardonic smile, the man says, “Your winning the bet was contingent on you winning the fight.” Nodding to the approaching Parvati, he adds, “He’s still alive so you didn’t win.”

“But…” he begins when Fifer grabs his arm. “We can’t stay here!” As Fifer drags him away, the man’s laughter follows him.

Suddenly from across the courtyard, men of the city guard begin pouring in from a side alley. “Guards!” cries out Fifer as all three of them bolt for an alleyway on the opposite side of the courtyard.

“Just a second!” he says as he alters his course slightly and heads over to the pavilion.

“What are you doing?” yells Fifer. The guards are coming fast toward them, one of them yells, “Halt! Stay where you are!”

Jiron reaches the pavilion and grabs something off the ground before turning to head for the alleyway where Fifer and the Parvati are waiting for him. With a quick glance back at the approaching guards, he enters the alley. Racing down to the other side, they pray they can prevent being caught.

Chapter Eight

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

Startled out of a deep sleep, James sits up in the dark. At first not sure just what awoke him.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Again the incessant knocking upon his door thunders through the night. Getting out of bed, he notices the knocking hasn’t bothered his friend Dave who is still snoring blissfully. Dave always had been a deep sleeper. In a sleepy haze, he makes his way over to the door.

He snaps completely awake when on the other side of the door he finds a squad of the castle guard standing in the hallway. “Are you James?” the officer in charge asks.

“Yes,” he replies.

“You’re under arrest,” he says.

“What?” he exclaims in disbelief. “What for?”

“I wasn’t told that,” the officer replies. “Now, please come with us.”

“Let me at least get dressed first,” he says.

The officer glances at him standing there in his small clothes and nods. As James begins closing the door, the officer pushes it back open with his hand and enters. Several of his guards come in as well.

“What’s going on,” a groggy Dave asks from where he just woke up.

“I’m being arrested!” states James as he begins dressing.

“Arrested?” asks Dave, coming full awake. “Why in the hell are they arresting you?”

“I don’t know,” he says.

A commotion begins out in the hallway and then