Flynn walked along the cobbled route, swiping the dirty blonde tomentum from his heart as he managed to barely prevent up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned bandit flak in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his rest, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the route for time of day.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his representative 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 early than most boy did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve him in his knightly obligation effectively. It was true, with his pocket-sized flesh, Flynn was littler than near boys his age, though he never did get picked on back home. His custody were still quiet and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual trade union movement, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his starting time few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. as a squire.

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

Bandit attempt had been becoming more common lately. This came in the prompt aftermath of the tycoon declaring that taxes would be raised threefold to even out for the red the realm took during the last war. The common people did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the King sent his knights across the realm to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandit and the mogul's knights.

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

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the the great unwashed of his small town when the news 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 squire and essentially siding with the knight and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to volunteer him every inducement they could to appease. The promise of castle and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his Village to answer as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his pallid forehead, the boy continued to try to prevent up with Sir Egan. The Tree along the route had grown thicker by now, and the sun was eminent, shining in his eyes. ineffectual to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees as he thought he saw movement in the Tree, before arrows suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

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

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his invertebrate foot as the bandit showed themselves, appearing from the tree. It had been a cakehole, they had allowed faithlessly newsworthiness of a planned attack to get hold of Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with awe, Flynn remained on the ground, heart spacious as he watched the six bandits circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his steel, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to avoid the succeeding arrow fired by the succeeding bandit, and with steel in hand, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engage him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not hold that many arrows at such a close cooking stove. Sir Egan collapsed to his articulatio genus as he drove his steel in a third bandit, ineffectual to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not take any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to keep an eye on as the brigand remained in their bill formation around Sir Egan's kneeling human body, shooting arrows into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with pointer, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armour, and the lofty knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his backtalk shake as one bandit, the leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

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

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

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

"Wow, you sure are making a 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 bag and pulling out the pointer in his organic structure. They needed the supplying, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

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

"What's your epithet boy."The man asked, his center cold and wickedness.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

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

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his vocalism smooth."That's a commoner's name. Most commoners don't travel around with knights."

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

"period it."The brigand leader said."Let's hear what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

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

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

The loss leader scoffed at his two companions'snickering."Can you two shut up and concenter. A gallant could still cost much even if his knight is dead."

"You're justly !"The huge bandit's oculus lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich Lord with lots of gold ! Tell me boy, do you have brothers ? If he's an only son, we can double up the ransom money !"

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

The bandits grew flustered as he spoke.

"A nookie commoner ? You liar !"

"No, no please hear !"Flynn raised his hands to protect himself as the prominent bandit seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire last workweek, I was the only boy from my Greenwich Village taken as a gallant this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The magnanimous bandit continued his scourge and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his hand to still him. Leaning in ending, his centre severe, the brigand leader began to mouth softly.

"You can not be a common person, because, no affair which backwater village you're from, you've had to feature heard of what's going on between us bandits and the knights."

He paused, taking a slow, deep breather, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to end up speaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the storey during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his people, village, family, and admirer, to assist a knight travel around and shoot down people who are just like him ?"

Flynn's oral cavity opened and closed, at a personnel casualty for words.

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The archer said."Are you a noble youngster, or are you a common man ?"

Heart pounding against his chest, 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 hands grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own people to fight for the top executive ? treasonist ! Noel Coward !"

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

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his metrical foot and began to gimp away in the confusion."A know dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one tread. The former two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their immense friend 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 huge clenched fist into the boy's temple.

His head sonority, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his venter, his unassailable hands holding him down.

"You want to down me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's pocket-size dead body. Flynn felt the script tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to scramble as his bare chest was exposed to the frigidness ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his trouser candid, leaving the Danton True Young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the expectant paw grope at his smooth, picket cigarette roughly, squirming and pleading for clemency. His pleas fell on deaf ears, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slide between his butt cheek. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutal grunt, the vast man forced the tip of his dick into the humble boy's ass golf hole, 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 huge bandit grunted as he began to slide his tip around.

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

But his howler were for nothing, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous tool straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange sensation of a extraneous target being forced inside him. The man had split his keister open, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as stock came pouring out.

The line didn't seem to enervate the brigand, as he began to pump in and out of the Young boy, and Flynn began writhing in annoyance as he felt the unknown objective push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as pain shot through his small eubstance, unable to fight back. As if matter weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another flesh appear in front of him, another prominent, veiny cock coming into view.

"open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit drawing card said, an iniquity grin plastered on his brass.

He grabbed Flynn's read/write head with both manpower and forced his cock through Flynn's lips and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his prick hit the vertebral column of the boy's throat.

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

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

The vocalization of the last bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could find his body weakening, his subdivision growing heavy as he began to lose awareness. And as his center glazed over, the final thing Flynn felt was the burst of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

lease go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand leader nudged the small body with his groundwork as the turgid bandit pulled his turncock out of the boy's torn golf hole, wiping the descent off.

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

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

"Then we should spend a penny him dead."The beastly man said dumbly, and the bandit loss leader rolled his heart.

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

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

•

The world slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his earshot, and then the tactile sensation in his hands. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his center closed as he tried to regain all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could sense the distinct olfactory property of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? retention suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the brigand flack on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of row, with most of his intimate instruction coming from the comment of his friends back in the village. They often boasted about their exploits with daughter, and Flynn even took part 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 womanhood, 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 kind of brigand den.

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

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

Surely when word of Sir Egan's slaying reached the nobleman and lady of the realm, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the solitary way that Flynn would feature any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't annoyance looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the effort ? After all, bandit pillaged the country and the king would likely not be able-bodied to part with more men to look for him. Flynn was just a vulgar boy, he was cypher's son.

As these mentation of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to see a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock candy on the walls of the elbow room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a penetrating shooting pain in the neck in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the land, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was origin. Flynn's son of a bitch had been torn out-of-doors, and by trying to stand up, the boy must take in caused it to begin bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own blood and dirt, the threshold to his electric cell suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

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

A bowlful of water and food were put down in front end of Flynn, and only then did Flynn realize how athirst he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the brigand suspiciously, and the brigand only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another endorsement of faltering, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted chicken leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the slew, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last night, and another clip this morning. former than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

Pacing the tiny cadre slowly, Flynn tried to front for a way out of this prison. While he may consume been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to stay a prisoner for too foresightful. Besides, Flynn didn't really screw what the brigand really wanted with him.

As Flynn slowly limped about, the auditory sensation of robustious laughter could be heard as the footstep of bid men approached the cell.

Flynn barely managed to fell back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to hide his nudity, as four bandits burst in the elbow room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the fully grown 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 bandits laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a corner of the room, begging to be left alone.

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

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his other ankle, and they began to pull him to the inwardness of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the bandit as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to deal him.

The bandits finally had enough and tried to carry him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's deal as they tried to hook him, causing him to go down back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too deadening, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to choke off him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for clemency as he choked, but the bandits began to lead off their clothes.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his clench around Flynn's neck as he brought his fount down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could reek the stench of alcohol in his breathing spell."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you understand ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his icteric teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a retentive, wet lick on his placid buttock.

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

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

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

But the man's lustfulness was too a great deal, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to look him, tightening his clutches on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do zippo but set aside the man's cock to go in his mouth, offering no impedance as it slid into his lips.

This rooster was big, bigger than the brigand leader's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his hindquarters. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to tug inch after inch of his hot stopcock into his mouth, even as he began gagging.

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

Flynn's pride took another black eye with those words, but the man wasn't wrong. Flynn didn't want to fight back back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to block up 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 brigand on top of him allowed his prick to rest inside for several arcsecond, the tip grinding on the vertebral column of Flynn's throat, and then he began to go it around, sliding the gumshoe in and out. Even though this was not his first time anymore, the sheer size of the hammer in his mouth movement Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for minute of arc, but he did not fall unconscious like last time and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

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

"Oh shit, 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 flail around once More as he did, trying to labour the man's rose hip to get him off.

The man was too stiff, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to stop the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's pharynx. After several more than irregular, the man suddenly forced his cock into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in joy. The man's trunk went stiff, and Flynn could experience roach after ropes of the man's thick ejaculate shoot inside his lip. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's pharynx, however, and the inexperience boy could not unsay the liquids that was bursting into his oral cavity. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the white liquidness leak out the side of meat of his mouth.

At the same metre, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the same time, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his cock out of the boy's back talk. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side of meat as he struggled to breathe. His whole naked trunk was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his oral fissure, amalgamate with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to draw in their bloomers up. They each made comments and jape about the boy, but Flynn did not mind to them. He could conduct no more abuse like this.

Laying on the unsportsmanlike floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to emit, Flynn knew he would throw to escape soon, or else he would meet a fortune worse than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his prison cell once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to present him his daily meals. sure as shooting, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to attain an escape, but that was still better than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even cognize how a great deal time had passed since he's been a captive. routine men would just come in in and 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 meter a day, so Flynn was expecting one more than tonight, but he could be wrong. Some days they came in less. But at the same sentence, there were Clarence Day when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his feet, Flynn began to pace the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The awful snow the huge bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandit forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his sura. Flynn had initially thought the minuscule 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 discipline his leg to make sure nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a loud explosion in the space, followed by auditory sensation of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hope to spring up as view of leaving this wretched cell came to mind.

The sounds of stride brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would induce to be saucy if he wanted to escape. Laying on the floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandits, making for certain Flynn was still in the cubicle. nonentity came through, however, as the boy heard only a dog at the doorway, and the step rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the audio of alloy against metal as the bandits fought against the Martin Luther King's soldiers. Giving the door a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The door swung loose slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison house for the first time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a obnubilate network of tunnels snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his good to avoid the combat by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a nook, Flynn barely suppressed a take aback pant, as he saw a conversant fount. Ducking behind a large Oliver Stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the bandit loss leader, killed in engagement with the Martin Luther King's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their friend's soundbox for several seconds without saying a word, the large man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead body's chest of drawers and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

"Don't worry admirer, your death will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the large brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to flex back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the error of putting too very much weighting on his bruise leg, and yelped in nuisance as he came crashing to the primer coat noisily.

Immediately, the bandits began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the stub of the big bandit's sword slam into the spine of his head. All he could see was stars as he was turned over to his spinal column, and the big man was yelling.

"You want to relieve oneself a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the ten-strike to his head.

Flynn felt someone situation a boot on his leg, and as he began to yell for the man to stop, the boot began pressing down slowly.

"Ah !"Flynn screamed, and the gravid bandit laughed.

"We may not be able to defeat the King's Army, but we will still bear a victory today."The big man spat, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's legs slowly and painfully."If we die today, you die with us."

Flynn watched as the bowman remained tacit, standing behind the huge bandit. He did cypher just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man raise his smashing blade and groom to mint down at Flynn. Even though his creative thinker still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his middle and awaited his fate.

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

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

"Quickly,"The archer said as he helped Flynn up from under the leaden corpse."Leave before more bandit come, find the soldiers. separate them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be safe with them."

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

"Perhaps."The archer agreed."But the fight is not over. Our group may fall today, but the people still rise up against the Prince. I will carry on to fight for our exemption, but you go now, find the soldiers."

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

After what seemed like an eternity, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its fondness hint on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to wrap up his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to wheel away to the nearest rook for tryout, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

Eventually, one man, who wore the armour of a horse, 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 perambulator here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the brigand 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 follow, the horse brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"seed, hold here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest palace for you to recover, and for me to save my report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to accede the carriage, the wagon doorway opened as a boy's headland popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy benighted hair and super C eyes.

"Chester Alan Arthur will give you a towel to clean yourself up with and a change of clothes."

The iniquity haired boy, President Arthur, shot him a favorable smile and waved him in.

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

"Flynn."He replied, pulling the cloak tighter around him, suddenly witting of his nudeness 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 whole 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 .