Flynn walked along the cobblestone route, swiping the dirty blonde pilus from his optic as he managed to barely sustain up with the knight, Sir Egan, as the armored 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 sleep, and since then, the two had been hurrying along the road for hours.

"My water system, 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 before than most male child did. Many had chastised Sir Egan's choice in picking Flynn, with most saying the boy was still too small to be able to help him in his gallant duty effectively. It was avowedly, with his low frame, Flynn was belittled than most boys his age, though he never did get picked on back family. His manus were still bland and pare picket as his parents never had him do any manual of arms labour, and many said that he would not be fit for the life of a squire.

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

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

Bandit flack had been becoming more rough-cut lately. This came in the immediate wake of the King declaring that revenue enhancement would be raised threefold to recompense for the losses the realm took during the last war. The common people did not call for too well to this news and began protesting, but the business leader sent his knights across the realm to put down these rising. Ever since then, it's been a war between brigand and the power's horse.

The boy could not say he did not empathise with the bandit, however. Because Flynn was also a commoner, he understood their battle, and he had been one of the golden few common boys to be promised a estimable life sentence by being taken as a squire by a noble horse.

Of course, there was some rancour amongst the people of his small town when the news show came that he would be taken as a gallant. The villagers felt that he would be betraying them, the citizenry of the realm, by becoming a squire and essentially siding with the knights and the baron. Even his own parents had begged him not to go, and tried to bid him every bonus they could to stay. The promise of palace and adventures was too tempting however, and Flynn had readily left his village to suffice as Sir Egan's squire.

Wiping the sweat from his pale forehead, the boy continued to try to go along up with Sir Egan. The Tree along the road had grown thicker by now, and the sun was high, shining in his eyes. Unable to see properly, Flynn squinted at the Tree as he thought he saw movement in the tree, before pointer 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 trading floor. Flynn has narrowly avoided being killed by the hail of pointer, but Sir Egan was struck by the relief of them, four arrow now sticking out of his breastplate.

Grunting, Sir Egan struggled to remain on his feet as the bandits showed themselves, appearing from the trees. It had been a trap, they had allowed put on news of a planned onrush to strain Sir Egan's auricle, and then planned an ambuscade on the road. Still frozen with care, Flynn remained on the ground, oculus wide as he watched the six bandit roofy Sir Egan.

Sir Egan moved first, unsheathing his sword, and a bandit responded by firing another arrow into his dresser. Sir Egan managed to quash the next arrow fired by the next brigand, and with blade in hired man, cut down two of the bandits that moved to engage him. The bandits that were armed with arc continued to pelt Sir Egan with arrow, however, and even his midst armor could not withstand that many arrows at such a close chain of mountains. Sir Egan collapsed to his knees as he drove his sword in a third bandit, unable to continue fighting anymore. The remaining bandit did not fill any chances, though, and Flynn was forced to observe as the bandits remained in their circular formation around Sir Egan's kneeling figure, shooting pointer into his hitch body.

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

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

"What is this, your one-fifth ?"Another, a immense man asked.

"Eighth."The bandit drawing card corrected.

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

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

"Hey, what about the boy there ?"

As if suddenly noticing the panic-struck boy, the bandit turned their attention to Flynn. Flynn cowered as they approached, and lowered his eyes as the bandit loss leader knelt down, taking his mentum in his hired man and looking the boy up and down.

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

Flynn did not reply, too afraid to speak.

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

The boy screamed as the flush came down on his human knee, whimpering and trying to cower away from the men, only to be kicked in the stomach for his efforts.

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

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

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

"Stop it."The bandit leader said."Let's learn what he has to say."He turned to Flynn."You're a gallant ?"

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

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

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

"You're right field !"The Brobdingnagian brigand's eyes lighted up."He's probably the son of some rich nobleman with lots of gold ! recite me boy, do you make brothers ? If he's an but son, we can double over 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 brigand grew flustered as he spoke.

"A fucking commoner ? You liar !"

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

The large bandit continued his scourge and screeching, but the bandit loss leader raised his hand to silence him. Leaning in close, his heart serious, the bandit leader began to speak softly.

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

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

"So differentiate me, Flynn."The brigand leader continued."Why would a commoner leave his hoi polloi, village, family, and champion, to help a horse traveling around and kill multitude who are just like him ?"

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

"Speak only the truth now, boy."The archer said."Are you a Lord kid, or are you a commoner ?"

ticker pounding against his dresser, 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 manpower grabbing at Flynn's leg as he tried to escape."You left your own people to fight for the male monarch ? Traitor ! coward !"

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

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

The big man leapt forward and reached Flynn in one tread. The early two bandits watched as Flynn struggled with their Brobdingnagian Quaker as he came down on the boy. Flynn desperately fought back at the mountain of a man, slashing and stabbing, but the man quickly knocked the knife out of his hands, and put Flynn on his rear by slamming his huge fist into the boy's temple.

His nous plangency, Flynn was ineffective to fight back as he felt he bandit turn him over on his abdomen, his strong hired hand holding him down.

"You want to vote out 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 tunica he wore undecided, and Flynn began to struggle as his bare chest of drawers was exposed to the cold ground. The boy was unable to do anything, however, as the large brigand tore his pants afford, leaving the Cy Young boy naked on the ground.

"Maybe this will instruct you."

Flynn now began to try and fight back as he felt the large hands grope at his smooth, pallid tush roughly, squirming and pleading for mercy. His supplication fell on deaf spike, however, as he felt a throbbing rod coast between his hindquarters brass. Flynn panicked.

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

But the brigand didn't care. With a brutal grunt, the huge man forced the tip of his tool into the small boy's ass jam, 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 brigand grunted as he began to slide his tip around.

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

But his screams were for naught, as the burly man grunted again, shoving his unlubed, enormous cock straight into the boy's ass trap. Flynn let out a ear shattering howler as he felt the strange sensation of a foreign target being forced inside him. The man had split his bum open, and Flynn could find 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 untried boy, and Flynn began writhing in botheration as he felt the unusual object push in and out roughly.

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

Flynn lay there on the solid ground, quivering as painfulness shot through his small-scale body, ineffective to defend back. As if thing weren't bad enough however, Flynn suddenly saw another form appear in front of him, another magnanimous, veiny cock coming into view.

"Open up kid, nice and wide."The brigand drawing card said, an immorality grin plastered on his boldness.

He grabbed Flynn's foreland with both hands and forced his cock through Flynn's lips and into his mouth, grunting with pleasure as his cock hit the spine of the boy's throat.

Flynn, who had tried to stay mostly still, as he was ineffective to do much to fight back, started to wriggle as he began gagging on the cock, but the brigand leader held his facial expression there, and the Danton True Young boy began convulsing, gasping for air as the brigand leader thrusted into his face and the huge 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 ears as if from far away. He could feel his body weakening, his arm growing big as he began to lose cognisance. And as his middle glazed over, the last thing Flynn felt was the explosion of cum in the binding of his pharynx and in his ass.

letting go of the boy's boldness, the bandit leader let him crumple to the floor. Flynn wasn't moving anymore, and the brigand leader nudged the pocket-size body with his foot as the large bandit pulled his cock out of the boy's torn pickle, wiping the blood line off.

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

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

"Then we should crap him dead."The beastly man said dumbly, and the bandit leader rolled his eyes.

"No, no, we don't have to defeat everyone we meet. seize his trunk and carry him along with us, we could use him."

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

•

The world slowly began to get back to him, as Flynn first regained his hearing, and then the feel in his helping hand. He was on the ground, dirty and still naked, and Flynn kept his eyes closed as he tried to regain all of his senses completely.

Nearby, there was shouting and laughing, and Flynn could smack the distinct sense of smell 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 thing those men had done to him. Flynn knew about sex of course of instruction, with most of his sexual education coming from the gossip of his friend back in the village. They often boasted about their feat with lady friend, and Flynn even took character 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 cleaning lady, though the idea always seemed extraneous 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 sorting of bandit lair.

Opening his center, Flynn glanced around him. He was in a dark, decode room, and there was a I wooden doorway in the far end of the room. sway jutted out of the cap, and Flynn knew that the bandit den must be in a cavern somewhere.

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

Surely when word of Sir Egan's murder reached the master and ladies of the land, they would begin searching for his missing squire, wouldn't they ? They had to. It was the only way that Flynn would have any chance of escaping at all. But what if they didn't botheration looking for him ? What if they decided that a lowly squire wasn't worth the crusade ? After all, brigand pillaged the country and the queen would likely not be capable to part with more men to look for him. Flynn was just a common boy, he was nobody's son.

As these mentation 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 abrupt shooting painful sensation in between his legs.

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

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

"Ah, you've awoken."

Flynn recognized the bowman from the trap, and immediately the boy began to bet on 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 gibe 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 often, but here's something to make full your stomach with."

A bowling ball of water and solid food were put down in front of Flynn, and only then did Flynn recognise 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 second of hesitation, Flynn finally gave in and pounced on the solid food bowls, devouring the roasted poulet leg on the bowl. The bowman snickered at the batch, and then turned to leave.

•

Days had gone by without incident. Flynn had been fed once more live Nox, and another prison term this daybreak. early than that, he had been left to his own device, and the boy now felt strong enough to walk.

Pacing the bantam 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 persist a prisoner for too yearn. Besides, Flynn didn't really get it on what the brigand really wanted with him.

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

Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to shroud his bareness, as four bandits burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were vast, with the openhanded 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 bandit laughed as the boy whimpered and scurried into a street corner of the way, begging to be left alone.

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

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

The bandit finally had plenty and tried to carry him by the shoulder, but Flynn but at the man's work force as they tried to pinch him, causing him to doss down back down to the ground.

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

Flynn tried to get away but was too boring, as the man grabbed him by his throat and began to conk him. Clawing at the brigand's muscular arm, Flynn began to beg for mercifulness as he choked, but the brigand began to exact off their apparel.

"Listen here, boy."The man said, tightening his hold around Flynn's neck as he brought his face down so it was only inches away from the boy's. Flynn could smell the mephitis of inebriant 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 translate ?"

Finally, Flynn stopped struggling as he realized the hopelessness of his situation, and nodded at the bandit. The man smiled, his yellow tooth showing, and came down and gave Flynn a longsighted, wet biff on his smooth cheeks.

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

holding Flynn down by his pharynx, the man revealed his monolithic cock, bigger than the one Flynn had taken before, and the boy couldn't assist but stare with encompassing 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 a great deal, and he ignored the boy's pleas as he forced Flynn to face him, tightening his clutches on the boy's cervix when he resisted. Flynn could do nothing but reserve the man's cock to enter his mouth, offering no resistance as it slid into his back talk.

This cock was big, bigger than the bandit drawing card's and perhaps even bigger than the one that had violated his derriere. But Flynn saw no use in fighting back, and allowed the man to advertize in after column inch of his hot cock into his mouth, even as he began gagging.

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

Flynn's pride took another setback with those words, but the man wasn't unseasonable. Flynn didn't want to contend back anymore, it would only end with him getting hurt. Besides, what could he do to break 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 peter to stay on inside for several seconds, the tip grinding on the back of Flynn's pharynx, and then he began to affect it around, sliding the cock in and out. Even though this was not his first 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 hint for mo, but he did not fall unconscious mind like end time and was forced to ride out awake through the entire ordeal.

As this was happening, Flynn also noticed that the former bandits had circled around him, and were stroking their cocks, eyes fixed on their admirer 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 thrash around once more as he did, trying to push the man's pelvic girdle to get him off.

The man was too strong, however, and Flynn's pushing did aught to kibosh the brigand from thrusting his rooster down the boy's throat. After several more second base, the man suddenly forced his putz into the vertebral column of Flynn's throat, keeping it there as he cried out in pleasance. The man's trunk went set, and Flynn could sense ropes after ropes of the man's thickly ejaculate shoot inside his mouth. The man kept his putz 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 white liquid passing water out the side of meat of his mouth.

At the same clock time, the other men all around him began to scream also, and they all released their shipment at the Same meter, spurting cum all over Flynn's naked body.

Finally, the man on top of Flynn also allowed the boy a reprieve, as he stopped pressing against his throat and slid his cock out of the boy's mouthpiece. Flynn immediately began gasping for air, rolling over to his side as he struggled to catch one's breath. His unhurt naked body was drenched in cum and cum that he had not swallowed still leaked out of his mouth, desegregate with saliva.

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

laying on the dirty flooring, drenched in men's cum and struggling to respire, Flynn knew he would have got to escape soon, or else he would meet a circumstances worse than expiry, and that was becoming the toy of bandits.

•

As Flynn lay in his cadre once more he considered if he could run away fast enough when the bowman entered to present him his daily meal. sure, the bowman was fast, and he would probably shoot and pop him if he tried to make an escape, but that was still break than being kept here, right ?

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

Flynn had already been visited twice this morning by the bandit. Normally, they'd come in at to the lowest degree three meter a day, so Flynn was expecting one more tonight, but he could be wrong. Some day they came in less. But at the Saame time, there were days when he'd be visited five times.

Getting up to his ft, Flynn began to pace the room, as he normally did when he was bored, limping terribly. The nasty nose candy the huge bandit had struck at his stifle had almost healed until just yesterday, when one of the bandits forced him into a kneeling position and stomped on his calfskin. Flynn had initially thought the small os 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 find out his leg to produce sure nothing was broken.

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

The sounds of footsteps brought Flynn back to reality, however, as he reminded himself that he would have to be smart if he wanted to turn tail. Laying on the trading floor, Flynn pretended to be asleep as the step approached and stopped at the door.

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

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

The door swung unresolved slowly and Flynn stepped out, seeing the outside of his prison for the first gear prison term in what has been hebdomad. He was in a cavern alright, a confusing mesh of tunnels snaked about in front of him. Limping out, Flynn made his way through the burrow, trying his best to avoid the fighting by heading the other way when the strait of struggle grew too loud.

Making his way around a corner, Flynn barely suppressed a shocked pant, as he saw a companion nerve. Ducking behind a large stone, Flynn watched as the huge bandit and the bowman from the group that had killed Sir Egan stand over a body of a slain bandit. The boy's eyes widened as he realized that it was the brigand leader, killed in engagement with the King's soldiers.

The bowman and the Brobdingnagian bandit stood over their Quaker's torso for several seconds without saying a word, the with child man especially visibly angered at the death. He placed a helping hand on the dead body's chest and muttered to himself, barely hearable for Flynn to hear.

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

Afraid of what the large bandit might do to him if he found him here, Flynn began to turn back and swipe away. However, the boy had made the misapprehension of putting too much weight on his spite leg, and yelped in pain sensation as he came crashing to the soil noisily.

Immediately, the brigand began yelling, and before Flynn could get away, he felt the cigarette of the big bandit's sword slam into the back 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 shit a run for it, huh boy ?"He screamed at Flynn, who was still disoriented from the strike to his head.

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

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

"We may not be able to shoot down the king's army, but we will still experience a victory today."The big man spat, as he continued pressing down on Flynn's wooden leg 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 survive sentence, and watched as the large man raise his great sword and prepare to attain 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 pant escaped his lips as an arrow was fired, and after several endorsement, 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 clay."Leave before Thomas More bandits come, find the soldiers. secernate them who you are and what happened you your horse, 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 kill you !"

"Perhaps."The archer agreed."But the combat is not over. Our group may lessen today, but the multitude still rise up 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 hide himself with, the bowman nodded and clasped Flynn's shoulders. And with that, he left, disappearing into the dark tunnels, making his escapism. Flynn wasted no time either in turning to result, limping through the caves.

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

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

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

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

Flynn nodded."Yes, Sir ..."

"No demand for that now."He said, waving a mitt as he urged several soldiers to impart his carriage here."You're scathe, and you need help."

"Yes ... Sir, I've been a prisoner of the brigand for weeks."Flynn squeaked softly."I was a squire for a 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 fall out, the knight brought Flynn through the crowd of soldiers and to a carriage that was stopped nearby.

"cum, wait here Flynn. We will bring you to the nighest castle for you to convalesce, and for me to publish my account on our successful violation here."

Motioning for him to infix the pushchair, the wagon doors opened as a boy's head popped out. The boy looked to be about Flynn's age, with messy dark tomentum and green eyes.

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

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

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

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

"Well Flynn, I hope you don't nous talking a lot."Arty said as he grabbed a towel from a bucketful and handed it to Flynn."Because the close 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 .