Flynn walked along the cobblestone road, swiping the dirty blonde haircloth from his optic as he managed to barely keep up with the horse, Sir Egan, as the armored man hurried forward. Sir Egan had said something about a planned brigand flack in the succeeding settlement when he had roused Flynn from his sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

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

Moving forward, Flynn dutifully took the bottleful out of his bag and handed it to the knight. Yes, Flynn was Sir Egan's squire, having started originally than most son did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to serve him in his chivalrous obligation effectively. It was unfeigned, with his small inning, Flynn was small-scale than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on rearwards home. His hands were still smooth and skin pale as his parents never had him do any manual of arms labor, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

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

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

bandit attacks had been becoming more common lately. This came in the quick consequence of the King declaring that taxes would be raised treble to pay for the losses the land took during the endure war. The common people did not take too well to this news and began protesting, but the big businessman sent his horse across the kingdom to put down these rising. 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 battle, and he had been one of the lucky few coarse boys to be promised a better life by being taken as a squire by a noble knight.

Of course, there was some rancor amongst the mass of his Greenwich 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 realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knight and the big businessman. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to offer him every incentive they could to stick around. The promise of palace and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his Greenwich Village to serve as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his pale os frontale, the boy continued to try to keep up with Sir Egan. The tree along the route had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his eyes. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the tree diagram as he thought he saw crusade in the trees, before pointer suddenly started whizzing through the air.

"Get down !"

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

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to rest on his feet as the brigand showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a snare, they had allowed false tidings of a planned attack to reach Sir Egan's capitulum, and then planned an ambush on the route. Still frozen with fear, Flynn remained on the flat coat, heart wide as he watched the six bandit roach Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his steel, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his chest. Sir Egan managed to debar the following arrow fired by the adjacent bandit, and with sword in hand, cut down two of the bandits that moved to take him. The bandits that were armed with bowknot continued to pepper Sir Egan with pointer, however, and even his thick armor could not hold up that many arrow at such a nigh range of a function. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his blade in a tierce bandit, ineffective to persist in fighting anymore. The remaining bandits did not adopt any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to look on as the bandit remained in their circular organisation around Sir Egan's kneeling name, shooting pointer into his limp body.

Eventually, Sir Egan's trunk was riddled with pointer, at least three dozen of them sticking out of his armor, and the proud knight slumped heavily forward, unmoving. Flynn felt his lips shiver as one brigand, the leader, approached the fallen knight, and removed his helmet.

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

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

"Eighth."The bandit leader corrected.

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

The bandits chuckled as they put Sir Egan's helmet into a duffel bag and pulling out the arrow in his body. They needed the provision, 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 bandit turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his middle as the bandit leader knelt down, taking his Kuki in his hands and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not respond, too afraid to speak.

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

The boy screamed as the kicking came down on his human 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 figure is Flynn."

"Flynn, huh ?"The bowman muttered, his voice smooth."That's a commoner's name. Most commoner 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 middle, begging to be let go.

"stoppage it."The bandit leader said."Let's pick up what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a squire ?"

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

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

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

"You're aright !"The immense bandit's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich Lord with hatful of gold ! differentiate me boy, do you experience brothers ? If he's an only son, we can reduplicate the ransom money !"

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

The brigand grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking commoner ? You liar !"

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

The expectant bandit continued his terror and screaming, but the brigand loss leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in close, his eyes sober, the brigand leader began to address softly.

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

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

"So severalise me, Flynn."The bandit leader continued."Why would a commoner leave behind his people, village, family, and friends, to serve a knight travel around and toss off mass who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the accuracy now, boy."The bowman said."Are you a noble tiddler, or are you a commoner ?"

inwardness pounding against his chest of drawers, 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 bridge player grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to scat."You left your own people to fight for the king ? treasonist ! Noel Coward !"

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

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

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 passel of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his men, and put Flynn on his back by slamming his huge clenched fist into the boy's temple.

His head ringing, Flynn was unable to press back as he felt he bandit sour him over on his venter, his strong men holding him down.

"You want to toss off me too, huh ? You traitor !"

The big man was on top of him, straddling the boy's small body. Flynn felt the work force tear the tunica he wore open, and Flynn began to clamber as his bare breast was exposed to the cold ground. The boy was ineffectual to do anything, however, as the prominent bandit tore his bloomers subject, leaving the young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will teach you."

Flynn now began to try and press back as he felt the large hands grope at his smooth, wan butt roughly, squirming and pleading for mercifulness. His supplication fell on deaf capitulum, however, as he felt a throbbing rod slide between his hindquarters cheeks. Flynn panicked.

"time lag, wait !"He screamed into the air.

But the bandit didn't care. With a brutish oink, the huge man forced the tip of his shaft into the pocket-size boy's ass muddle, and immediately Flynn knew that it wouldn't fit.

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

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

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

But his screams were for aught, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass hole. Flynn let out a ear shattering scream as he felt the foreign ace of a foreign object being forced inside him. The man had split his butt joint undefended, and Flynn could feel a wetness begin to trickle down his legs as blood came pouring out.

The blood didn't seem to faze the bandit, as he began to pump in and out of the untested boy, and Flynn began writhing in pain as he felt the foreign object push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the ground, quivering as pain guessing through his humble body, unable to crusade back. As if thing weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another figure appear in front of him, another large, veiny pecker coming into view.

"surface up kid, nice and wide."The bandit leader said, an evil grinning plastered on his face.

He grabbed Flynn's headway with both deal and forced his rooster through Flynn's lips and into his sassing, grunting with pleasure as his peter hit the back of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to remain mostly still, as he was unable to do much to fight back, started to worm as he began gagging on the rooster, but the bandit drawing card held his look there, and the Lester Willis Young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the bandit leader thrusted into his look and the huge brigand continued to get laid him from behind.

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

The voice of the go bandit, the bowman who stood watching, echoed in Flynn's ears as if from far away. He could feel his physical structure weakening, his arms growing heavy as he began to lose consciousness. And as his eyes glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the plosion of cum in the back of his pharynx and in his ass.

Letting go of the boy's nerve, the bandit loss leader let him crumble to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the bandit loss leader nudged the pocket-size organic structure with his foot as the magnanimous bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's displume jam, wiping the line off.

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

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

"Then we should wee him dead."The brutish man said dumbly, and the brigand leader rolled his eyes.

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

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

•

The humans slowly began to come back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the flavor in his hired man. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his centre closed as he tried to regain all of his sensation completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could reek the distinct smell of alcohol in the air. Where was he ? Memories suddenly came back in a flood, and Flynn remembered the bandit attack on the route. He remembered the things those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of form, with most of his intimate training coming from the rumormonger of his friends back in the hamlet. They often boasted about their exploits with girls, and Flynn even took piece in such boasts though he never actually did any of what he said. Flynn also vaguely knew that some men were attracted to more than just women, though the thought always seemed alien to him. Until now at least.

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

Opening his eyes, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a shadow, decode room, and there was a undivided wooden door in the far end of the room. rock and roll jutted out of the roof, and Flynn knew that the bandit lair must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the lords and noblewoman of the kingdom, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would induce any opportunity 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, brigand pillaged the country and the king would likely not be capable to save more men to look for him. Flynn was just a unwashed boy, he was nobody's son.

As these thoughts of doomsday and hopelessness barraged him, Flynn began trying to get up, hoping to find a way out of this prison house. Grabbing a rock 'n' roll on the bulwark of the room, 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 priming, his breath shaking as he touch the wetness running down his legs. It was stemma. Flynn's asshole had been torn open, and by trying to stand up, the boy must make caused it to begin bleeding again.

As Flynn lay there in his own blood and dirt, the doorway to his mobile phone suddenly opened.

"Ah, you've awoken."

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

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

A bowling ball of piddle and intellectual nourishment were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn actualise how hungry he was. Looking down at the food, the boy looked back up at the bandit suspiciously, and the bandit only laughed.

"Go ahead boy, eat your fill."

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

•

twenty-four hours had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more utmost night, and another time this sunrise. Other than that, he had been left to his own twist, and the boy now felt firm enough to walk.

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

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

Flynn barely managed to throw away back down to the flooring, curling up into a ball to veil his nakedness, as four brigand burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the expectant 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 quoin of the way, 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 eyes as they advanced on him."There were so many things that we wanted to do to you."

One of the men grabbed his ankle, and another his former ankle, and they began to overstretch him to the center of the room. Flynn struggled, kicking at the brigand as they dragged him, making it difficult for them to take him.

The brigand finally had enough and tried to carry him by the shoulders, but Flynn but at the man's handwriting as they tried to lift 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 slack, as the man grabbed him by his pharynx and began to choke him. Clawing at the bandit's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for clemency as he choked, but the brigand began to take off their clothes.

"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 smack the stink 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 understand ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his chicken teeth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a farsighted, wet lick on his fluent brass.

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

Holding Flynn down by his throat, the man revealed his massive pecker, grownup than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't help but stare with full 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 often, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his hairgrip on the boy's neck when he resisted. Flynn could do nada but allow the man's shaft to enrol his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his lips.

This cock was big, openhanded than the bandit leader's and perhaps even bountiful than the one that had violated his behind. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to labor column inch after in of his hot cock 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 pridefulness took another bump with those parole, 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 stop these men from doing as they pleased to him ? He was their prisoner, he might as well accept it until he found a way to escape.

The bandit on top of him allowed his tool to remain inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the rachis of Flynn's throat, and then he began to incite it around, sliding the dick in and out. Even though this was not his first clock time anymore, the sheer size of the cock in his mouth cause Flynn to gag as it was rammed down his throat again and again. The boy retched and gasped for breath for proceedings, but he did not go down unconscious like endure time and was forced to remain awake through the entire ordeal.

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

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

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

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did nothing to barricade the bandit from thrusting his dick down the boy's pharynx. After several to a greater extent indorsement, the man suddenly forced his cock into the back of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasure. The man's soundbox went strict, and Flynn could sense forget me drug after ropes of the man's thick cum shoot inside his back talk. The man kept his pecker firmly pressed against Flynn's throat, however, and the inexperience boy could not swallow the liquids that was bursting into his sass. Flynn began to gag and gripped the man's thighs tightly, as he felt the white liquid leak out the side of his lip.

At the same metre, the other men all around him began to yell also, and they all released their load at the Saami clip, 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 hammer out of the boy's mouth. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to rest. His whole naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, mixed with saliva.

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

Laying on the dirty floor, drenched in men's cum and struggling to breathe, Flynn knew he would have to break loose soon, or else he would meet a fortune worse than demise, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

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

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

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandits. Normally, they'd come in at least three times a day, so Flynn was expecting one more than tonight, but he could be awry. Some days they came in less. But at the Lapplander time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his ft, Flynn began to rate the elbow room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The awful gust the huge bandit had struck at his knees had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calf. Flynn had initially thought the humble bones in his leg had been snapped in two, but he bandits continued on and ignored his screaming until they came. Only after that did they check his leg to make sure nil was broken.

As Flynn paced the floor, there was suddenly a brassy explosion in the distance, followed by audio of fighting and men screaming. Was this it ? Would Flynn finally been rescued ? The boy allowed his hopes to turn out 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 own to be saucy if he wanted to run. 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 bandits, making trusted Flynn was still in the cell. Nobody came through, however, as the boy heard only a click at the threshold, and the footsteps rushing away.

Curious, Flynn slowly got up and checked the doorway, pressing his ear against it. He heard zero but the sound of metal against metal as the bandits fought against the top executive's soldiers. Giving the door a light push, Flynn was pleasantly surprised to find it unlocked.

The door swung give slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the exterior of his prison for the number one time in what has been hebdomad. He was in a cavern out alright, a confusing net of burrow snaked about in figurehead of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his in effect to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the speech sound of battle grew too loud.

Making his way around a recess, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked pant, as he saw a familiar human face. Ducking behind a orotund stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the archer from the chemical group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a torso of a slain bandit. The boy's heart widened as he realized that it was the bandit leader, killed in fight with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the huge bandit stood over their champion's body for respective instant without saying a word, the large man especially visibly angered at the Death. He placed a hand on the dead 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 large brigand might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to wrick back and sneak away. However, the boy had made the mistake of putting too a great deal free weight on his offend leg, and yelped in pain as he came crashing to the ground noisily.

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

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

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

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

Flynn watched as the archer remained silent, standing behind the Brobdingnagian brigand. He did zip just as he did the lastly time, and watched as the large man put up his nifty sword and prepare to strike 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 bandit was about to bring his sword down, a gasp escaped his lip as an pointer was fired, and after several second gear, the big man collapsed, falling on Flynn, with an arrow sticking out of his back.

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

"Quickly,"The bowman said as he helped Flynn up from under the heavy corpse."Leave before more brigand come, find the soldiers. Tell them who you are and what happened you your knight, and you will be good with them."

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

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

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

After what seemed like an timelessness, Flynn finally saw the sun again, and he shuddered as he felt its warmth jot on his look, emerging from the caves bloodied and limping with only a cloak to cover his small body.

The soldiers were just rounding up the surviving bandits to wheel away to the nearest castle for trial, but they stopped when they saw him and respective 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 pauperism for that now."He said, waving a hired hand as he urged several soldiers to bring his bearing here."You're hurt, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the bandits for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a squire for a 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 horse said."We've been looking for you. But we didn't expect you here of all places."

Beckoning him to take after, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"cum, wait here Flynn. We will bring in you to the penny-pinching castle for you to recuperate, and for me to save my news report on our successful violation here."

Motioning for him to enter the carriage, the wagon door opened as a boy's nous popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy morose hair and viridity eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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