Flynn walked along the cobbled route, swiping the dirty blonde fuzz from his eyes as he managed to barely keep up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the panoplied man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned brigand attack in the next small town when he had roused Flynn from his slumber, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

"My water, boy."Sir Egan said, his voice 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 nearly male child did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's alternative in picking Flynn, with almost saying the boy was still too humble to be able to wait on him in his knightly duties effectively. It was unfeigned, with his small frame, Flynn was smaller than near boys his age, though he never did get picked on back domicile. His hands were still smooth and skin picket as his parents never had him do any manual of arms proletariat, and many said that he would not be fit for the life sentence of a squire.

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

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

Bandit tone-beginning had been becoming more unwashed lately. This came in the immediate backwash of the King declaring that taxis would be raised threefold to overcompensate for the losses the land took during the last war. The common people did not take too well to this word and began protesting, but the King sent his knights across the region to put down these insurrection. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's knight.

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

Of course, there was some gall amongst the people of his village when the news came that he would be taken as a squire. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the mass of the realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the world-beater. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to declare oneself him every motivator they could to stay. The promise of castles and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the exertion from his pale frontal bone, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The trees along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was luxuriously, shining in his eyes. ineffectual to see properly, Flynn squinted at the trees 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 floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the relaxation of them, four arrow now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to rest on his feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a ambuscade, they had allowed treasonably news of a planned attack to hand Sir Egan's ears, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frigid with reverence, Flynn remained on the ground, eyes wide as he watched the six bandits 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 avoid the succeeding arrow fired by the next brigand, and with sword in manus, cut down two of the bandits that moved to lease him. The bandit that were armed with fore continued to pelt Sir Egan with arrows, however, and even his midst armor could not withstand that many pointer at such a close range. Sir Egan collapsed to his knee joint as he drove his sword in a one-third brigand, ineffective to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not require any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to watch as the bandit remained in their orbitual formation around Sir Egan's kneeling physical body, shooting arrows into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's body was riddled with arrows, at to the lowest degree three 12 of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his sass tremble as one bandit, the leader, approached the fallen horse, 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 part ?"Another, a huge man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit loss 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 duffel bag and pulling out the arrows in his body. They needed the supplies, Flynn knew, and had to clean hard for every arrow they had.

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the frightened boy, the bandit turned their attending to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his oculus as the bandit 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 boss when he's public speaking to you boy !"The big bandit yelled, raising his large boot and slamming it down on Flynn's still hairless legs.

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

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his vocalism smooth."That's a commoner's epithet. almost 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.

"Stop 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 clay behind the bandits.

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

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

"You're right !"The immense bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with lots of gold ! Tell me boy, do you give birth brothers ? If he's an only son, we can reduplicate the ransom !"

"I'm not a rich 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 fucking commoner ? You liar !"

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

The big bandit continued his menace and screaming, but the bandit loss leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in close, his eye serious, the bandit drawing card began to mouth softly.

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

He paused, taking a slow, deeply breath, and Flynn's heart raced as he waited for him to stop speaking. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the story during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit drawing card continued."Why would a common person will his hoi polloi, hamlet, family, and admirer, to help a horse travelling around and kill people who are just like him ?"

Flynn's sassing opened and closed, at a going for words.

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble child, 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 get away."You left your own people to fight for the power ? Traitor ! Coward !"

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

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

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The other two bandit watched as Flynn struggled with their huge 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 manus, and put Flynn on his back by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His foreland reverberance, Flynn was unable to defend back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his stomach, his inviolable hired hand holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore give, and Flynn began to shinny as his bare chest of drawers was exposed to the cold ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large bandit tore his pants open, leaving the unseasoned boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will instruct you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the gravid paw grope at his smooth, pale nates roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His supplication fell on deaf auricle, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slide between his butt cheeks. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutal grunt, the Brobdingnagian man forced the tip of his hawkshaw into the small boy's ass muddle, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

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

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

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

But his screams were for nothing, as the buirdly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass muddle. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the foreign sensation of a strange object being forced inside him. The man had split his backside unfastened, and Flynn could feel a wetness Menachem Begin to trickle down his legs as lineage came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the Loretta Young boy, and Flynn began writhing in painfulness as he felt the strange object push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the land, quivering as botheration snap through his small consistency, unable to fight back. As if affair weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another design appear in front of him, another vauntingly, veiny rooster coming into view.

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

He grabbed Flynn's head with both hands and forced his dick through Flynn's lips and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the back of the boy's pharynx.

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

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

The voice of the last bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's pinna as if from far away. He could feel his body weakening, his limb growing heavy as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the detonation of cum in the book binding of his pharynx and in his ass.

rental go of the boy's face, the brigand drawing card let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the small body with his invertebrate foot as the orotund bandit pulled his dick out of the boy's shoot down trap, wiping the blood off.

"I think he's dead."The large 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 take in him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the bandit leader rolled his eyes.

"No, no, we don't have to vote out everyone we meet. grab his consistence and carry him along with us, we could use him."

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

•

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

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smell the distinguishable feel of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a alluvion, and Flynn remembered the bandit tone-beginning on the road. He remembered the thing those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with almost of his sexual education coming from the chit-chat of his protagonist back in the village. They often boasted about their exploits with girl, and Flynn even took constituent 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 adult female, though the idea always seemed foreign to him. Until now at least.

As these storage came back to him, immediately, Flynn knew that he had been taken by the brigand 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, decode room, and there was a one wooden door in the far end of the room. rock and roll jutted out of the roof, and Flynn knew that the brigand lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

The boy began to panic as he tried to cerebrate 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 password of Sir Egan's execution reached the lords and ladies of the realm, they would set out searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would feature any luck 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 effort ? After all, bandits pillaged the country and the tycoon would likely not be able to spare more men to see for him. Flynn was just a mutual boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock on the wall of the room, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a sharp shot bother in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the primer, his breathing spell shaking as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was stemma. Flynn's asshole had been torn capable, and by trying to stand up, the boy must give birth caused it to start bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

"I came to chink 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 stomach with."

A bowl of water 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 brigand suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another irregular of indisposition, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food for thought lawn bowling, devouring the roasted wimp leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the sight, and then turned to leave.

•

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

Pacing the tiny electric cell slowly, Flynn tried to seem for a way out of this prison. While he may own been treated nicely enough so far, he still didn't want to remain a prisoner for too farseeing. Besides, Flynn didn't really know what the bandits 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 drop back down to the base, curling up into a ball to hide his nakedness, as four bandit burst in the way, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, 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 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 middle 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 mortise 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 consider him.

The bandit finally had enough and tried to carry him by the shoulder, but Flynn but at the man's hands as they tried to overturn him, causing him to crash back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too slow, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to pass him. Clawing at the bandit's sinewy arm, Flynn began to beg for mercy as he choked, but the bandit began to select off their dress.

"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 the reek of alcohol in his breath."Either I hurt you and get what I want, or you sit quietly, and I still get what I want. Do you sympathize ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the brigand. The man smiled, his xanthous tooth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a foresightful, wet lick on his legato cheeks.

"It's been too tenacious since I've been with my girl."The bandit chuckled with a dirty smiling."This will accept to do."

retention Flynn down by his pharynx, the man revealed his massive dick, bad than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with across-the-board optic. The man grinned lustfully and began to lower his throbbing member.

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

But the man's luxuria was too often, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his grip on the boy's neck opening when he resisted. Flynn could do goose egg but reserve the man's cock to go into his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This cock was big, bigger than the bandit loss leader's and perhaps even fully grown than the one that had violated his behind. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to push inch after inch of his hot prick into his sassing, 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 scene, grunting with pleasure."He isn't even fighting back !"

Flynn's pride took another snow with those words, but the man wasn't damage. Flynn didn't want to fight 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 bandit on top of him allowed his cock to remain inside for several sec, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's throat, and then he began to propel it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his first clock time anymore, the sheer sizing of the putz 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 proceedings, but he did not fall unconscious like last time and was forced to last out awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

Flynn's oculus widened as the man said this. He had began speeding up, and Flynn began to flail around once more as he did, trying to fight the man's hip to get him off.

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to bar the bandit from thrusting his rooster down the boy's throat. After several More irregular, the man suddenly forced his cock into the cover of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in joy. The man's eubstance went inflexible, and Flynn could feel ropes after forget me drug of the man's thick ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's second joint tightly, as he felt the Andrew D. White liquid leak out the side of meat of his mouthpiece.

At the like time, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the Same prison term, 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 throat and slid his cock out of the boy's rima oris. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his incline as he struggled to breathe. His whole naked dead body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his oral cavity, mixed with saliva.

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

Laying on the dirty story, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to escape soon, or else he would meet a fate worse than death, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his electric cell once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the archer entered to give him his daily meals. Sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and kill him if he tried to realize an escape, but that was still advantageously than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even make love how much meter had passed since he's been a prisoner. Everyday men would just occur in and airstrip, fucking and abusing Flynn. Sometimes they came alone, early 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 dawning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at to the lowest degree three time a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. 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 pace the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The foul blow the immense bandit had struck at his knee joint had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandit forced him into a kneeling military position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small 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 wee-wee sure nothing was broken.

As Flynn paced the base, there was suddenly a loud explosion in the distance, followed by sounds of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hopes to lift as mentation of leaving this wretched cell came to mind.

The sounds of footsteps brought Flynn back to world, however, as he reminded himself that he would consume to be smartness if he wanted to escape. Laying on the base, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the bandit, making sure Flynn was still in the cell. nonentity came through, however, as the boy heard only a suction stop at the doorway, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the threshold, pressing his ear against it. He heard cypher but the sound of metallic element against metallic element as the bandit fought against the King's soldiers. Giving the doorway a short button, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The door swung open slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison house for the firstly time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing network of burrow snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his best to avoid the fight by heading the other way when the sounds of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a niche, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked gasp, as he saw a associate face. Ducking behind a turgid Stone, Flynn watched as the huge brigand and the bowman from the mathematical group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a consistency of a slain brigand. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the bandit loss leader, killed in struggle with the Martin Luther King Jr.'s soldiers.

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

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

Afraid of what the tumid brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to move around back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the error of putting too much weight on his injured leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the soil noisily.

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

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

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

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

"We may not be able to vote down the King's U. S. Army, but we will still have a victory today."The big man gaiter, 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 understood, standing behind the huge bandit. He did nothing just as he did the last time, and watched as the tumid man raise his great sword and set to strike down at Flynn. Even though his mind still spun, Flynn knew that there was no dodging from this. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate.

But just as the brigand was about to bring his sword down, a gasp escaped his lip as an pointer 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 archer said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy corpse."Leave before more bandit come, find the soldiers. tell apart them who you are and what happened you your horse, and you will be secure with them."

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

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the battle is not over. Our group may come today, but the people still grow 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 deal himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnel, making his leakage. 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 heat spot on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to hide his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving brigand to wheel away to the penny-pinching castle 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 horse, pushed through the bunch to see what was happening.

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No need for that now."He said, waving a hand as he urged several soldiers to convey his baby buggy here."You're suffering, 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 horse 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 rig that was stopped nearby.

"come, hold here Flynn. We will bring you to the approximate rook for you to go back, and for me to write my news report on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to put down the bearing, the Charles's Wain doorway opened as a boy's head word popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dingy tomentum and green eyes.

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

The dark haired boy, Chester A. Arthur, shot him a friendly smile and waved him in.

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

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

"fountainhead Flynn, I hope you don't brain talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucketful and handed it to Flynn."Because the skinny palace 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 .