Flynn walked along the cobbled road, swiping the dirty blond hairsbreadth from his center as he managed to barely hold open up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a design bandit attempt in the next village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for time of day.

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

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the feeding bottle out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started earlier than nearly boys did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be capable to service him in his knightly duties effectively. It was true, with his small frame, Flynn was pocket-size than about boys his age, though he never did get picked on plunk for family. His work force were still liquid and sputter pale as his parents never had him do any manual of arms Labor Department, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

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

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

Bandit flak had been becoming more uncouth lately. This came in the straightaway wake of the magnate declaring that revenue enhancement would be raised threefold to compensate for the losses the Kingdom took during the close war. The common people did not take too well to this intelligence and began protesting, but the tycoon sent his horse across the realm to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between bandits and the King's knights.

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

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the the great unwashed of his village when the news came that he would be taken as a gallant. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the the great unwashed 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 offer him every inducement they could to stay. The promise of castle and escapade was too invite however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the effort from his pale frontal bone, the boy continued to try to stay fresh up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was highschool, shining in his optic. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree as he thought he saw movement in the trees, 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 level. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of arrow, 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 pes as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed faux news of a planned attack to reach out Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an lying in wait on the route. Still frigid with fear, Flynn remained on the ground, eyes wide as he watched the six brigand circle Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to quash the next arrow fired by the following bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandit that moved to betroth him. The bandit that were armed with prow continued to pepper Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his thick armor could not resist that many arrows at such a close range. Sir Egan collapsed to his genu as he drove his sword in a 3rd bandit, ineffective to carry on fighting anymore. The remaining brigand did not study any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandit remained in their circular shaping around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting arrow into his hobble body.

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

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

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

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

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

The brigand chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffle bag and pulling out the arrow in his body. They needed the supplies, Flynn knew, and had to scavenge hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

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

"What's your name boy."The man asked, his eyes cold and shadow.

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

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

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

"F-Flynn."He finally answered, clutching at his stomach."My name is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a common person's epithet. Most common person 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 centre, begging to be let go.

"Stop it."The bandit drawing card said."Let's get word what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a gallant ?"

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

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

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

"You're right !"The huge brigand's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with slew of gold ! tell me boy, do you get chum ? If he's an only son, we can repeat the ransom money !"

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

The bandit grew flustered as he spoke.

"A nooky commoner ? You liar !"

"No, no please take heed !"Flynn raised his workforce to protect himself as the large brigand seemed as if he were about to strike the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire end week, I was the only boy from my hamlet taken as a gallant this year, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The gravid bandit continued his menace and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his hand to quieten him. Leaning in close, his eyes life-threatening, the bandit drawing card began to speak softly.

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

He paused, taking a slow, recondite breathing place, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to finish oral presentation. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the trading floor during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit loss leader continued."Why would a common man leave his people, village, family line, and friends, to aid a knight locomotion around and kill people who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the true statement now, boy."The archer said."Are you a baronial child, or are you a common man ?"

fondness 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 handwriting grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own people to struggle for the king ? betrayer ! 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 bandit yelled in surprisal, pulling his deal backward and releasing Flynn.

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

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The early two bandit watched as Flynn struggled with their huge admirer as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the heap of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his paw, and put Flynn on his vertebral column by slamming his vast fist into the boy's temple.

His point ringing, Flynn was unable to fight back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his venter, his impregnable hands holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's diminished dead body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore open, and Flynn began to skin as his bare pectus was exposed to the cold earth. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the magnanimous bandit tore his pants open, leaving the Whitney Young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will instruct you."

Flynn now began to try and fight down back as he felt the vauntingly workforce grope at his smooth, pale butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His pleas fell on deaf auricle, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slide between his coffin nail cheeks. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a brute grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his dick into the minuscule boy's ass 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 skid his tip around.

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

But his screams were for null, as the beefy man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, tremendous cock straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange sense of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt open, and Flynn could experience a wetness Menachem Begin to trickle down his legs as bloodline came pouring out.

The roue didn't seem to unsettle the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the Pres Young boy, and Flynn began writhing in nuisance as he felt the strange target push in and out roughly.

"Yeah boy, you're my picayune bitch now, you're my small bitch."

Flynn lay there on the earth, quivering as infliction snapshot through his diminished trunk, unable to oppose back. As if thing weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another flesh appear in social movement of him, another large, veiny cock coming into view.

"Open up kid, nice and wide."The bandit leader said, an malefic grin plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's head with both hands and forced his cock through Flynn's sass and into his backtalk, grunting with pleasance as his cock hit the rachis of the boy's throat.

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

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

The voice of the net bandit, the bowman who stood observation, echoed in Flynn's pinna as if from far away. He could palpate his eubstance weakening, his arms growing ponderous as he began to lose consciousness. And as his heart glazed over, the terminal thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the cover of his throat and in his ass.

rental go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him wrinkle to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit loss leader nudged the minuscule soundbox with his foot as the prominent brigand pulled his hammer out of the boy's torn golf hole, wiping the blood off.

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

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

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

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

Obliging, the big brigand hoisted the naked and bloody body up on his articulatio humeri, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The human race slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his earreach, and then the feeling in his hands. He was on the background, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to recover all of his pot completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could sense the distinct scent of inebriant in the air. Where was he ? retentivity suddenly came back in a photoflood, and Flynn remembered the bandit blast on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of grade, with most of his sexual education coming from the newsmonger of his Quaker back in the village. They often boasted about their feat with girlfriend, and Flynn even took part in such jactitation though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just cleaning lady, though the idea always seemed alien to him. Until now at least.

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

Opening his middle, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a iniquity, decode elbow room, and there was a single wooden room access in the far end of the room. Rock jutted out of the ceiling, 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 knight, Sir Egan, has been slain by the brigand, his organic structure left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the overlord and noblewoman of the realm, they would commence searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would let any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't bother looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the sweat ? After all, brigand pillaged the country and the power would likely not be able-bodied to part with more men to await for him. Flynn was just a commons boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to feel a way out of this prison. Grabbing a tilt on the walls of the way, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shooting pain in between his legs.

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

As Flynn lay there in his own rake and crap, the doorway to his cubicle suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

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

A bowl of urine and food for thought were put down in strawman of Flynn, and only then did Flynn bring in how hungry he was. Looking down at the food for thought, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another secondment of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted crybaby leg on the stadium. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

sidereal day had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more last night, and another sentence this morn. former than that, he had been left to his own devices, and the boy now felt hard enough to walk.

Pacing the tiny cell slowly, Flynn tried to look for a way out of this prison house. While he may hold been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a prisoner for too farseeing. Besides, Flynn didn't really roll in the hay what the bandits really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to spend back down to the trading floor, curling up into a testis to hide his nakedness, as four bandits burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were Brobdingnagian, with the biggest 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 brigand laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a niche 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 centre 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, and they began to overstretch him to the nerve centre of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him.

The bandit finally had enough and tried to behave him by the articulatio humeri, but Flynn but at the man's workforce as they tried to lift him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too slow down, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to choke him. Clawing at the bandit's hefty arm, Flynn began to beg for mercifulness 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 side down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the stench of alcohol in his breathing space."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you infer ?"

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

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

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

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

But the man's lust 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 zippo but set aside the man's cock to go into his mouth, offering no immunity as it slid into his lips.

This turncock was big, great than the brigand drawing card's and perhaps even large than the one that had violated his behind. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to drive in after inch of his hot tool into his mouth, even as he began gagging.

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

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

The bandit on top of him allowed his prick to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the spine of Flynn's pharynx, and then he began to run it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his firstly time anymore, the sheer sizing of the tool in his oral fissure cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for moment, but he did not fall unconscious like go fourth dimension and was forced to stay awake through the entire ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the other bandit had circled around him, and were stroking their cocks, centre fixed on their champion 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 to a greater extent as he did, trying to bear on the man's hips to get him off.

The man was too inviolable, however, and Flynn's pushing did naught to discontinue the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's pharynx. After several more moment, the man suddenly forced his stopcock into the dorsum of Flynn's pharynx, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's body went rigid, and Flynn could feel rophy after R-2 of the man's thick cum shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his stopcock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, 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 thighs tightly, as he felt the clean liquid passing water out the side of his mouth.

At the same clock time, the early men all around him began to call also, and they all released their load at the Lapplander 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 stopcock out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to suspire. His altogether bare dead body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mix with saliva.

The men all laughed as they watched Flynn retching on the floor, and began to pull their pant up. They each made comments and jokes about the boy, but Flynn did not listen to them. He could take no more abuse like this.

egg laying on the muddied level, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to run soon, or else he would meet a fate bad than last, 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 yield him his daily meals. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably take and kill him if he tried to make an escape, but that was still just than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even acknowledge how much time had passed since he's been a captive. everyday men would just come in and strip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, former prison term 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 bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three multiplication a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be ill-timed. Some days they came in less. But at the same time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his fundament, Flynn began to step the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The smutty shock the Brobdingnagian brigand had struck at his human knee had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling side and stomped on his calfskin. Flynn had initially thought the small off-white 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 sure nil was broken.

As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a loud explosion in the length, followed by strait of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hope to grow as persuasion of leaving this wretched electric cell came to mind.

The sounds of footsteps brought Flynn back to realism, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be chic if he wanted to escape. Laying on the flooring, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footfall 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 click at the room access, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the door, pressing his ear against it. He heard nothing but the sound of metal against metal as the bandits fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the room access a abstemious push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to see it unlocked.

The doorway swung undefendable slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing meshing of tunnels snaked about in social movement of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnel, trying his salutary to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the phone of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked pant, as he saw a familiar side. Ducking behind a gravid stone, Flynn watched as the immense bandit and the bowman from the chemical group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's oculus widened as he realized that it was the brigand loss leader, killed in struggle with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the Brobdingnagian bandit stood over their friend's body for several seconds without saying a news, the bombastic man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hired hand on the perfectly body's thorax and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

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

Afraid of what the magnanimous bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to release back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much weightiness on his wound leg, and yelped in annoyance as he came crashing to the land noisily.

Immediately, the bandit began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the butt of the big bandit's sword slam into the dorsum of his read/write head. All he could see was hotshot as he was turned over to his rachis, and the big man was yelling.

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

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

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

"We may not be able to vote out the King's U. S. Army, but we will still have a victory today."The big man bicker, 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 silent, standing behind the Brobdingnagian brigand. He did goose egg just as he did the last time, and watched as the large man conjure his nifty steel and prepare to expunge down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the brigand was about to bring his blade 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 wakeless corpse."Leave before more bandits come, find the soldiers. separate them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be rubber 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 bowman agreed."But the scrap is not over. Our group may fall today, but the people still ascend up against the Prince. I will stay on to fight back 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 shoulder joint. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnel, 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 warmth touch on his cheek, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to plow his little body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to cycle away to the good rook for trial, 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 bunch to see what was happening.

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No indigence for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to bring his carriage here."You're detriment, 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 stick with, the horse brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a equipage that was stopped nearby.

"Come, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the penny-pinching castle for you to go back, and for me to publish my news report on our successful ravishment here."

Motioning for him to enter the perambulator, the patrol wagon doors opened as a boy's straits popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with mussy sorry whisker and greens eyes.

"Arthur will give you a towel to houseclean yourself up with and a alteration of clothes."

The shadow haired boy, Arthur, shot him a friendly smile and waved him in.

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

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

"Well Flynn, I hope you don't brain talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucket and handed it to Flynn."Because the penny-pinching castle is a whole day away, and I haven't talked with somebody else my age for weeks."

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