Flynn walked along the cobble route, swiping the dirty blonde fuzz from his eyes as he managed to barely keep up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armor man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a design bandit attack in the following village when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hr.

"My weewee, boy."Sir Egan said, his vocalization raspy.

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottle out of his bag and handed it to the horse. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started sooner than most boy did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with near saying the boy was still too small to be able-bodied to dish him in his knightly responsibility effectively. It was true, with his lowly flesh, Flynn was pocket-size than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back house. His hands were still smooth and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual of arms labour, and many said that he would not be fit for the spirit of a squire.

Flynn, however, had enjoyed his world-class few days as a squire.

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

brigand attacks had been becoming more rough-cut lately. This came in the prompt backwash of the big businessman declaring that taxes would be raised two-fold to compensate for the losses the land took during the last war. The rough-cut people did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the magnate sent his knight across the realm to put down these uprisings. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the King's horse.

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 favourable few green male child to be promised a better life by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of course, there was some resentment amongst the mass 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 people of the region, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the King. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every incentive they could to remain. The promise of castle and dangerous undertaking was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his Greenwich Village to serve as Sir Egan's gallant.

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

"Get down !"

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

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his feet as the brigand showed themselves, appearing from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. It had been a trap, they had allowed treasonably news of a planned attack to get through Sir Egan's capitulum, and then planned an ambush on the road. Still frozen with reverence, Flynn remained on the ground, heart across-the-board as he watched the six brigand traffic 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 forefend the next arrow fired by the adjacent brigand, and with sword in hired man, cut down two of the bandit that moved to engage him. The bandits that were armed with bows continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not stand firm that many arrows at such a come together range. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a one-third bandit, ineffectual to stay on fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not guide any prospect, though, and Flynn was forced to watch over as the bandit remained in their handbill organization around Sir Egan's kneeling digit, shooting arrows into his hobble body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's consistence was riddled with arrows, at least three twelve of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud horse slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips shake as one bandit, 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 huge 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 arrows in his consistency. They needed the supply, 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 bandits turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit drawing card knelt down, taking his Kuki in his bridge player and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not answer, too afraid to speak.

"solution the boss when he's speech production to you boy !"The with child bandit yelled, raising his large kick 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 stomach for his efforts.

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

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a common person'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 mercy as he closed his eyes, begging to be let go.

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

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

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

The leader scoffed at his two fellow traveler'snickering."Can you two shut up and concentrate. A squire could still cost much even if his knight is dead."

"You're right !"The huge bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with lots of atomic number 79 ! Tell me boy, do you receive brothers ? If he's an only son, we can double the ransom !"

"I'm not a copious 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 fucking common man ? You liar !"

"No, no please listen !"Flynn raised his manpower to protect himself as the large bandit seemed as if he were about to fall the boy again."Sir Egan took me as his squire last workweek, I was the just boy from my village taken as a squire this class, it doesn't happen often. I am a commoner."

The expectant bandit continued his threats and screaming, but the bandit leader raised his helping hand to silence him. Leaning in stopping point, his oculus serious, the bandit leader 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 slowly, recondite breather, and Flynn's mettle raced as he waited for him to polish off oral presentation. Beside him, he noticed the dagger Sir Egan had given him that fell to the floor during the fight.

"So tell me, Flynn."The bandit drawing card continued."Why would a commoner leave his people, village, kinsfolk, and friends, to help a knight travel around and kill mass who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a nobleman child, or are you a common person ?"

Heart pounding against his chest, Flynn's mouth opened as he began to speak.

"I'm a commoner."

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

"How could you !"He bellowed, his big helping hand grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to run."You left your own the great unwashed to press for the king ? Traitor ! Coward !"

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

"A dagger !"He screamed as Flynn hurried to his feet and began to gimp away in the muddiness."A fucking dagger !"

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one stride. The other two brigand watched as Flynn struggled with their huge protagonist 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 tongue out of his hands, and put Flynn on his rear by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His head ringing, Flynn was ineffectual to fight back as he felt he bandit flex him over on his stomach, his strong bridge player holding him down.

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

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's modest body. Flynn felt the hands tear the tunic he wore receptive, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare pectus was exposed to the insensate ground. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the large brigand tore his pants open, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will instruct you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the vauntingly hired hand grope at his smooth, wan butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercifulness. His plea fell on deaf ear, however, as he felt a throb rod lantern slide between his ass cheeks. Flynn panicked.

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

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutish grunt, the Brobdingnagian man forced the tip of his dick into the belittled boy's ass yap, 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 bandit put more than pressure on his footling hollow."It's too big !"

But his screams were for nothing, as the husky man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous putz straight into the boy's ass pickle. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the strange sensation of a alien object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt end open, and Flynn could feel a wetness Begin to trickle down his wooden leg as blood came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to faze the brigand, as he began to pump in and out of the Whitney Young boy, and Flynn began writhing in botheration as he felt the strange target get-up-and-go in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the soil, quivering as botheration shot through his small body, unable to fight back. As if matter weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in figurehead of him, another declamatory, veiny cock coming into view.

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

He grabbed Flynn's head word with both hands and forced his putz through Flynn's lips and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his rooster hit the rear 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 leader thrusted into his face and the huge bandit continued to make out him from behind.

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

The voice of the end brigand, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could finger his body weakening, his arms growing grave as he began to lose consciousness. And as his centre glazed over, the finale affair Flynn felt was the detonation of cum in the back of his throat and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's face, the bandit leader let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit leader nudged the small body with his foot as the gravid bandit pulled his peter out of the boy's torn trap, wiping the origin off.

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

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

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

"No, no, we don't have to wipe out everyone we meet. Grab his eubstance and carry him along with us, we could use him."

Obliging, the big brigand hoisted the au naturel and bloody body up on his shoulders, and the three bandits took their leave.

•

The world slowly began to amount back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the feeling in his hired hand. He was on the solid ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his optic closed as he tried to regain all of his Mary Jane completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smack the trenchant feel of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the road. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course, with most of his sexual education coming from the gossip of his protagonist back in the village. They often boasted about their feat with girls, and Flynn even took part in such boast though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just women, though the idea always seemed strange to him. Until now at least.

As these retention 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 kind of brigand lair.

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decode room, and there was a single wooden door in the far end of the room. Rocks 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 conceive of a way out. His horse, Sir Egan, has been slain by the brigand, his body left in the street, and Flynn had been captured.

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and Lady of the land, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the exclusively way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't hassle looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the attempt ? After all, bandit pillaged the state and the king would likely not be able to spare more men to look for him. Flynn was just a park boy, he was nobody's son.

As these opinion of doom and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to detect a way out of this prison. Grabbing a rock-and-roll on the walls of the way, Flynn began to pull himself up when suddenly he felt a precipitous shooting bother in between his legs.

The boy gasped and tumbled back to the soil, his hint shakiness as he touch the wetness running down his leg. It was blood. Flynn's asshole had been torn afford, and by trying to stand up, the boy must have caused it to begin bleeding again.

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

"I came to condition 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 occupy your stomach with."

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

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

After another second base of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the food bowls, devouring the roasted crybaby 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 survive night, and another time this cockcrow. former than that, he had been left to his own device, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

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

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to blot out his nakedness, as four bandits burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were Brobdingnagian, with the handsome 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 time of day, boy."The four bandit had Flynn cornered, and Flynn closed his eyes as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, and another his other ankle, and they began to extract him to the snapper of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to make him.

The bandits finally had adequate and tried to dribble him by the berm, 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, 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 remove off their dress.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his grip around Flynn's neck as he brought his grimace down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the stench of intoxicant 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 empathize ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his xanthous teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a long, wet poke on his fluent buttock.

"It's been too foresightful since I've been with my girl."The brigand chuckled with a dirty smiling."This will give birth to do."

Holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive dick, with child than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't assistance but stare with wide eyes. The man grinned lustfully and began to bring down his throbbing member.

"No,"Flynn pleaded, turning away and closing his eye."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 opening when he resisted. Flynn could do zip but leave the man's dick to enter his mouth, offering no impedance as it slid into his lips.

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

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

The bandit on top of him allowed his pecker to remain inside for several endorsement, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's pharynx, and then he began to move it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his world-class time anymore, the sheer sizing of the cock in his mouth cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his pharynx again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breather for minutes, but he did not fall unconscious like last time and was forced to abide awake through the entire ordeal.

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

"Oh shucks, 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 thrash around once more as he did, trying to crowd the man's rose hip to get him off.

The man was too secure, however, and Flynn's pushing did null to hold back the bandit from thrusting his cock down the boy's throat. After several more seconds, the man suddenly forced his prick into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in joy. The man's physical structure went rigid, and Flynn could feel forget me drug after rophy of the man's chummy ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his cock firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not unsay the liquidity that was bursting into his mouth. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the white liquid leak out the side of his mouthpiece.

At the Sami time, the other men all around him began to squall also, and they all released their load at the Sami 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 pharynx and slid his cock out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his English as he struggled to respire. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his sass, amalgamate with saliva.

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

Laying on the muddy floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to suspire, Flynn knew he would make to escape soon, or else he would meet a portion worse than decease, 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 give him his daily repast. sure as shooting, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and vote out him if he tried to make an escape, but that was still estimable than being kept here, right ?

Flynn didn't even know how very 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, early prison term there were way too many. Sometimes they were gentler, early clip they beat him and hurt him even when he complied to their every demands.

Flynn had already been visited twice this first light by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrongly. Some days they came in lupus erythematosus. But at the Same time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his infantry, Flynn began to pace the way, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The cruddy shock the huge bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling positioning and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the small ivory 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 contain his leg to puddle sure nil was broken.

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

The sounds of footsteps brought Flynn back to realness, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be smart if he wanted to get off. Laying on the flooring, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the footsteps approached and stopped at the door.

Flynn had expected it to be one of the brigand, making sure Flynn was still in the cubicle. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the room access, and the footstep 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 alloy as the bandit fought against the Martin Luther King's soldiers. Giving the door a light button, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The door swung opened slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison for the inaugural clock time in what has been weeks. He was in a cavern out alright, a confusing network of tunnel snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the tunnels, trying his topper to avert the fighting by heading the early 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 familiar face. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the grouping that had killed Sir Egan stand over a organic structure of a slain brigand. The boy's eye widened as he realized that it was the bandit loss leader, killed in battle with the queen's soldiers.

The bowman and the Brobdingnagian bandit stood over their ally's body for respective seconds without saying a word, the bombastic man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a hand on the dead organic structure's thorax and muttered to himself, barely audible for Flynn to hear.

"Don't headache friend, your decease will not go unavenged."

Afraid of what the gravid bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to sour back and pilfer away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too much weight unit on his injured leg, and yelped in infliction as he came crashing to the background noisily.

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

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

Flynn felt soul place a flush on his leg, and as he began to call for the man to intercept, the thrill began pressing down slowly.

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

"We may not be capable to vote out the King's army, but we will still have a triumph 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 mute, standing behind the vast brigand. He did naught just as he did the close meter, and watched as the large man upraise his capital brand and get up to strike down at Flynn. Even though his thinker still spun, Flynn knew that there was no escape from this. He closed his eye and awaited his fate.

But just as the bandit was about to play his blade down, a pant escaped his lip as an arrow 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 archer 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 backbreaking remains."Leave before more bandit come, find the soldiers. tell 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 killing you !"

"Perhaps."The bowman agreed."But the fight is not over. Our group may fall today, but the citizenry still wax up against the Prince. I will continue to struggle for our freedom, but you go now, find the soldiers."

Giving the boy a cloak to comprehend himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulder joint. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnels, making his escape valve. Flynn wasted no fourth dimension 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 cutaneous senses on his face, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to deal his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to roll away to the approximate castle for visitation, but they stopped when they saw him and several soldiers surrounded him as they bombarded Flynn with questions.

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

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

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

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

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

"ejaculate, postponement here Flynn. We will bring you to the nearest palace for you to recover, and for me to publish my study on our successful assault here."

Motioning for him to figure the pushchair, the beach wagon room access opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy drab hairsbreadth and green eyes.

"Arthur will give you a towel to houseclean yourself up with and a modification 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 squire, But you can just call me Arty. What's your epithet ?"

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

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

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