Flynn walked along the cobbled route, swiping the dirty blonde hair from his eyes as he managed to barely continue up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armor man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a be after brigand approach in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route for hours.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his vocalisation raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than well-nigh son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too low to be able to serve him in his chivalrous duties effectively. It was true, with his belittled human body, Flynn was small-scale than about boys his age, though he never did get picked on back household. His hands were still fluid and cutis picket as his parents never had him do any manual labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his 1st few days as a squire.

"We have to hurry."Sir Egan said as he handed the water back to Flynn."We should arrive at the adjacent village shortly. We don't want to be too late."

Bandit tone-beginning had been becoming more common lately. This came in the immediate aftermath of the Martin Luther King declaring that taxis would be raised threefold to even out for the going the kingdom took during the last war. The usual people did not require too well to this news and began protesting, but the mogul sent his knights across the realm to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandit and the Riley B King's knights.

The boy could not say he did not sympathize with the brigand, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their conflict, and he had been one of the lucky few common boys to be promised a better life by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the citizenry of his small town when the news program came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the people of the realm, by becoming a gallant and essentially siding with the horse and the world-beater. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every bonus they could to stay. The promise of rook and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his pale forehead, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The Tree along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his optic. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees as he thought he saw bm in the trees, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

Flynn froze as half a dozen pointer came hurtling through the air, but Sir Egan had reacted quickly, throwing the boy to the floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the rest of them, four arrow now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his feet as the bandit showed themselves, appearing from the tree. It had been a snare, they had allowed sham newsworthiness of a planned attack to reach Sir Egan's spike, and then planned an trap on the road. Still stock-still with fear, Flynn remained on the ground, eyes wide as he watched the six bandits lot Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another pointer into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avoid the next arrow fired by the future bandit, and with sword in mitt, cut down two of the bandits that moved to employ him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pelt Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not withstand that many pointer at such a close down image. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his steel in a third bandit, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not need any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to catch as the brigand remained in their circular formation around Sir Egan's kneeling number, shooting arrow into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at to the lowest degree three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips tremble as one brigand, the leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

"Another knight to add to your collection."The bowman behind him said, slinging his bow over his shoulders.

"What is this, your fifth ?"Another, a huge man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit drawing card corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a public figure for yourself. Soon, they'll be calling you the knight-slayer."

The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrow in his body. They needed the supplying, Flynn knew, and had to clean hard for every pointer they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the scare boy, the bandits turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit loss leader knelt down, taking his chin in his workforce and looking the boy up and down.

"What's your public figure boy."The man asked, his middle cold and dark.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

"Answer the boss when he's speechmaking to you boy !"The big bandit yelled, raising his large iron boot and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

The boy screamed as the thrill came down on his knees, whimpering and trying to crawl away from the men, only to be kicked in the stomach for his efforts.

"F-Flynn."He finally answered, clutching at his venter."My epithet is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his spokesperson smooth."That's a common person's figure. near commoners don't travel around with knights."

"You lying to us boy ?"The big bandit said, threatening to wound Flynn again. Flynn could only plead for mercy as he closed his heart, begging to be let go.

"occlusion it."The bandit loss leader said."Let's see what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

Flynn nodded, glancing at Sir Egan's clay behind the bandits.

"Wrong."The bowman snickered."You were a squire, not anymore."

The leader scoffed at his two companions'snickering."Can you two shut up and center. A squire could still cost much even if his horse is dead."

"You're correct !"The huge bandit's centre lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with rafts of gold ! Tell me boy, do you give sidekick ? If he's an alone son, we can double the ransom !"

"I'm not a full-bodied man's son."Flynn muttered timidly, interrupting the bandit'conversation."I-I'm just another boy, a commoner."

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking common man ? You liar !"

"No, no please listen !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the prominent bandit seemed as if he were about to discover the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire final stage week, I was the just boy from my village taken as a squire this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The large bandit continued his scourge and screaming, but the brigand leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in ending, his eyes serious, the brigand loss leader began to speak softly.

"You can not be a commoner, because, no topic which backwater Greenwich Village you're from, you've had to cause heard of what's going on between us bandits and the knights."

He paused, taking a ho-hum, cryptical breath, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to finish public speaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the level during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The brigand leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his multitude, Greenwich Village, family, and admirer, to help a knight locomotion around and kill people who are just like him ?"

Flynn's mouth opened and closed, at a loss for words.

"Speak only the true statement now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble child, or are you a commoner ?"

centre pounding against his breast, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

Immediately, the big bandit roared, outraged, and Flynn cowered backward.

"How could you !"He bellowed, his big custody grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to lam."You left your own people to defend for the queen ? betrayer ! Coward !"

Flynn grasped blindly at where he saw the tongue before, and finally felt it in his hands, and screamed as he stabbed out at the Brobdingnagian bandit blindly. The brigand yelled in surprise, pulling his hired man backward and releasing Flynn.

"A obelisk !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his feet and began to limp away in the confusion."A bonk dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one tread. The early two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their huge booster as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the mountain of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his hands, and put Flynn on his back by slamming his Brobdingnagian clenched fist into the boy's temple.

His head tintinnabulation, Flynn was ineffective to fight down back as he felt he bandit ferment him over on his stomach, his potent hands holding him down.

"You want to stamp out me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's pocket-sized soundbox. Flynn felt the handwriting tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to skin as his bare chest was exposed to the frigid soil. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the heavy bandit tore his pants open, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the magnanimous hands grope at his smooth, pale butt roughly, squirming and pleading for clemency. His plea fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throbbing rod glide between his butt nerve. Flynn panicked.

"Wait, wait !"He screamed into the air.

But the bandit didn't caution. With a brutish grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the small boy's ass trap, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

"Please !"He clawed at the dirt."It hurts !"

"Oh I bet you like it, don't you boy ?"The Brobdingnagian bandit grunted as he began to slide his tip around.

"It's too big,"Flynn whined helplessly as he felt the bandit put More atmospheric pressure on his little hole."It's too big !"

But his screams were for nothing, as the beefy man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous putz straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange wiz of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his fundament overt, and Flynn could feel a wetness Menachem Begin to trickle down his peg as ancestry came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to unnerve the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the young boy, and Flynn began writhing in bother as he felt the strange objective push in and out roughly.

"Yeah boy, you're my little bitch now, you're my little bitch."

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as painful sensation stroke through his small physical structure, unable to fight back. As if things weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in battlefront of him, another magnanimous, veiny cock coming into view.

"Open up kid, overnice and wide."The bandit drawing card said, an evil grin plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's nous with both hands and forced his cock through Flynn's back talk and into his mouth, grunting with joy as his cock hit the rachis of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back, started to squirm as he began gagging on the cock, but the bandit loss leader held his typeface there, and the young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit drawing card thrusted into his look and the huge bandit continued to fuck him from behind.

"C'mon man, the boy can't breathe."

The voice of the utmost brigand, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could feel his body weakening, his weapon growing leaden as he began to recede consciousness. And as his heart glazed over, the last affair Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the backbone of his pharynx and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him tumble to the trading floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit drawing card nudged the small physical structure with his foot as the large bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's buck kettle of fish, wiping the rip off.

"I think he's dead."The large man snorted as he pulled his pants up.

"No he's not."The bandit leader said as he eyed the bowman.

"Then we should make him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the bandit loss leader rolled his centre.

"No, no, we don't have to down everyone we meet. catch his body and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big bandit hoisted the nude and bloody body up on his berm, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his earreach, and then the feeling in his hands. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his sentience completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the clear-cut olfactory property of intoxicant in the air. Where was he ? remembering suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit onset on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with virtually of his sexual education coming from the gossip of his booster back in the village. They often boasted about their exploits with girls, and Flynn even took region in such boasts though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just char, though the idea always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these memories came back to him, immediately, Flynn knew that he had been taken by the bandits after he passed out, and he must be in some sort of bandit lair.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decipher room, and there was a single wooden doorway in the far end of the room. Rocks jutted out of the roof, and Flynn knew that the bandit lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

The boy began to panic as he tried to think of a way out. His horse, Sir Egan, has been slain by the bandits, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when Bible of Sir Egan's slaying reached the lords and ladies of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only when way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly gallant wasn't worth the crusade ? After all, bandit pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able-bodied to spare more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was cypher's son.

As these mentation of doomsday and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to get hold a way out of this prison. Grabbing a Rock on the bulwark of the way, Flynn began to deplumate himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting pain sensation in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the background, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was blood. Flynn's asshole had been torn give, and by trying to stand up, the boy must have caused it to begin bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own bloodline and dirt, the door to his cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the trap, and immediately the boy began to back himself into the paries, afraid that the bandit would hurt him. But the bandit only laughed as he saw Flynn's reaction, and stepped forward.

"I came to stop on you, to see if you're awake."He said, and produced to bowls."I bet you must be really thirsty, after all that's happened. We don't have much, but here's something to make full your abdomen with."

A bowl of weewee and food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how hungry he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another instant of wavering, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted poulet leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

twenty-four hour period had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more net Night, and another time this aurora. Other than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

Pacing the tiny cell slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison. While he may possess been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to continue a captive for too long. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the bandit really wanted with him.

As Flynn slowly limped about, the sound of rambunctious laughter could be heard as the footsteps of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to flatten back down to the flooring, curling up into a nut to hide his nakedness, as four brigand burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were immense, with the cock-a-hoop one still being the man that hurt him on the road.

"Hey look, we finally found him."One said, as he started toward Flynn.

The bandit laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a street corner of the elbow room, begging to be left alone.

"We've been looking for you for over an hour, boy."The four bandits had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his eyes as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his other ankle joint, and they began to pull him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandits as they dragged him, making it unmanageable for them to take him.

The bandits finally had enough and tried to acquit him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to rustle him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

"The cunt bit me !"The man yelled, and lunged at Flynn.

Flynn tried to get away but was too wearisome, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to choke him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandits began to take off their apparel.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell out the stench of alcohol in his intimation."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you interpret ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his site, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellowness dentition showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet slug on his smooth cheeks.

"It's been too long since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty smile."This will ingest to do."

Holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive tool, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't assist but stare with encompassing eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his centre."It's too big, please."

But the man's lecherousness was too much, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but admit the man's turncock to introduce his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This cock was big, handsome than the bandit loss leader's and perhaps even big than the one that had violated his nates. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after inch of his hot cock into his mouth, even as he began gagging.

"You never told me this boy was such a whore."The man said to the huge brigand, who was stroking himself to the scene, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another blast with those words, but the man wasn't wrongfulness. Flynn didn't want to fight back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to stop these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their prisoner, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his pecker to remain inside for several s, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to move it around, sliding the pecker in and out. Even though this was not his number one time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his mouth cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for minutes, but he did not strike unconscious mind like lowest time and was forced to detain awake through the intact ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other bandits had circled around him, and were stroking their cocks, eyes fixed on their friend fucking his face.

"Oh dickhead, I'm gon na cum, I'm fucking cumming !"

Flynn's eyes widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to thresh around once more as he did, trying to push the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too solid, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his turncock down the boy's throat. After various more seconds, the man suddenly forced his tool into the back of Flynn's pharynx, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's dead body went rigid, and Flynn could feel Mexican valium after rophy of the man's thickset ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not take back the liquidity that was bursting into his sassing. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the Stanford White liquid leak out the side of his mouthpiece.

At the Saame meter, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the Sami sentence, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a suspension, as he stopped pressing against his pharynx and slid his putz out of the boy's oral cavity. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to breathe. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mixed with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to get out their pants up. They each made comment and antic about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could shoot no more abuse like this.

laying on the dirty story, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would let to get away soon, or else he would run across a circumstances risky than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cell once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to give him his casual meals. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably germinate and down him if he tried to reach an relief valve, but that was still easily than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even cognize how a good deal time had passed since he's been a prisoner. Everyday men would just hail in and landing strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, former times there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, other times they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandit. Normally, they'd come in at least three multiplication a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. Some days they came in less. But at the same sentence, there were Day when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his metrical foot, Flynn began to pace the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The foul blow the huge bandit had struck at his knee had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandit forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the belittled bones in his leg had been snapped in two, but he bandits continued on and ignored his screaming until they came. Only after that did they check his leg to make surely nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the trading floor, there was suddenly a loud detonation in the aloofness, followed by auditory sensation of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hopes to uprise as mentation of leaving this wretched cell came to mind.

The sounds of pace brought Flynn back to realism, however, as he reminded himself that he would ingest to be smart if he wanted to escape. Laying on the floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footstep approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making sure Flynn was still in the cell. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a clink at the door, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the room access, pressing his ear against it. He heard cipher but the strait of metal against alloy as the bandit fought against the magnate's soldiers. Giving the door a light-colored push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to retrieve it unlocked.

The door swung afford slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison for the first time in what has been hebdomad. He was in a cavern out alright, a blur web of burrow snaked about in straw man of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his best to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the sounds of struggle grew too loud.

Making his way around a quoin, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a familiar face. Ducking behind a tumid stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the archer from the grouping that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's heart widened as he realized that it was the bandit drawing card, killed in battle with the Billie Jean King's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their friend's body for several second gear without saying a word, the large man especially visibly angered at the end. He placed a hand on the abruptly body's chest and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

"Don't concern friend, your dying will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to flex back and pinch away. However, the boy had made the error of putting too often system of weights on his injure leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the basis noisily.

Immediately, the bandit began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the cigarette of the big bandit's brand slam into the vertebral column of his head. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his back, and the big man was yelling.

"You want to create a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the bang to his head.

Flynn felt person home a charge on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to intercept, the iron boot began pressing down slowly.

"Ah !"Flynn screamed, and the boastfully brigand laughed.

"We may not be able-bodied to defeat the King's army, but we will still have a triumph today."The big man gaiter, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's wooden leg slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained unsounded, standing behind the immense bandit. He did nothing just as he did the net time, and watched as the large man leaven his great steel and prepare to strike down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no evasion from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to institute his steel down, a gasp escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after several seconds, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow sticking out of his back.

Flynn looked up to the bowman to see him putting away his bow and arrow, and realized that the bowman had saved him.

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy clay."Leave before Thomas More bandit come, find the soldiers. Tell them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be prophylactic with them."

"B-But, what about you ?"Flynn stammered, still shocked at what had happened."If the soldiers catch you they'll killing you !"

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the competitiveness is not over. Our radical may pass today, but the the great unwashed still prove up against the Prince. I will continue to fight for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to cover himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnel, making his escape. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to exit, limping through the caves.

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its affectionateness cutaneous senses on his boldness, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his low body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandit to wheel away to the approximate castling for test, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

Eventually, one man, who wore the armor of a knight, pushed through the crowd to see what was happening.

"Are you alright, boy ?"The knight asked.

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to bring his rig here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the bandits for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a squire for a knight called Sir Egan, but they killed him and took me. My name is Flynn."

"So that's what happened to Sir Egan's squire."The knight said."We've been looking for you. But we didn't expect you here of all places."

Beckoning him to travel along, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a coach that was stopped nearby.

"Come, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the dear castle for you to recover, and for me to write my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to record the perambulator, the wagon doors opened as a boy's pass popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark hair and green eyes.

"Arthur will move over you a towel to clean yourself up with and a change of clothes."

The shadow haired boy, Arthur, shot him a well-disposed smiling and waved him in.

"Come, come."He said as Flynn entered and sat in the carriage beside the boy."I'm Sir Javid's gallant, But you can just call me Arty. What's your gens ?"

"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly witting of his nakedness as he sat alone with another boy his age.

"fountainhead Flynn, I hope you don't mind talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the nearest castle is a unit day away, and I haven't talked with someone else my age for weeks."

Flynn smiled as he took the towel. Maybe he'd found a new friend in this boy .