The Story of a Scout

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ooo...boo papers...yay stories...yeah, i normally work on it during poly-sci, but he went really fast w/ notes today, so i couldn't...i'll try to fix and post more tomorrow!
 
“Pierre, you know that you’ve been betrothed to my daughter since her birth.”
“Yes, sir. And she is beautiful, but I am a knight. I cannot just marry anyone. I’ve had my eye on the Lady Claire. I just wanted to come to you and let you know that I can no longer marry your daughter.”
Renault had heard enough. He knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in!” Kate’s father bellowed.


sorry...that's all i have fixed for now...
 
Renault pushed the door open and took in the scene that awaited him. As a scout, he knew how to blend with surroundings; he saw Pierre in front of Kate’s father, trying to keep his composure as he watched Renault walk into their conversation. “What do you want?” Kate’s father asked through clenched teeth.
Renault bowed and made his request: “With all due respect, sir, Kate is not a piece of property to be bartered off. Shouldn’t she have some say in this choice?”
“And you have some sort of solution, do you?” Kate’s father asked, some of the gruffness in his voice diminishing into skepticism.
“As a matter of fact…” Renault began when he was interrupted by Pierre.
“What’s your interest here? You are not even a factor in this problem, Scout!”
“Didn’t you just say that you no longer want her? Well I do! Only not as property; as a friend, a wife.”
“What have you to say to that, Pierre?”
Pierre’s face went red. “I…I…Waste your time if you want!” And with that final word, Pierre stomped out and slammed the door.
Renault spoke to Kate’s father for about an hour, then went and told Kate the good news. Pierre became very distant from Renault, but began to be nice to Kate. Renault knew he would have to watch him carefully.
Two months after Renault and Kate announced their intentions to be married, her father was tragically killed in battle. From then on, Kate had been locked in a battle between Renault and Pierre. Though she always chose Renault over Pierre, Pierre did not seem to understand that it was really her choice. Because of her father’s death, Pierre had left her alone for a while. But he was always waiting on his chance to claim Kate as his own.
 
As Renault awoke groggily from his dreams, Pierre’s plan began to make sense. He knew the whole reason for Pierre’s betrayal was for a woman who did not love him, and would never do so. But Pierre would try to force the strong-willed Kate into a relationship with him, regardless of her feelings. She would resist, and he would get angry. Renault had sworn to protect Kate, and he knew if he died today, he would forfeit his promise. Yes, Renault told himself, I will escape alive.

Pierre continued to call for Kate. He was about to give up, and he even began walking out of the stable. But he had another idea: “Kate, it’s important information about Renault.” He let that settle in the air for a moment before finally walking out, a wry smile spreading across his mouth.
Kate finally began to breathe again. She knew Renault could be dead, but she did not want to find out from Pierre. She needed to get Euclid out of the stable so it would appear that she had fled. After that much of her plan, she was unsure of what to do. One thing was certain: she had to find out if Renault was still alive. She knew that if he was alive, he would have been captured by the barbarians. And if that was true, she also knew he didn’t have much time and would need help.
Resolved to return and find Renault, Kate put Euclid’s bridle on, as well as the rest of Sinbad’s tack. The sun had risen all the way above the horizon. She led both of them out of the stable, mounted Sinbad, and took off toward the mountains.
In a cave in the mountainside, Kate found the Queen of Kilowre. Because of her position, she had been forced to flee. Although she had been told to escape to Filot along with the other women, she had nobly insisted on staying near Kilowre. Leaving the horses outside by a tree, Kate, a long-time friend of the Queen (since childhood, I later found out), entered the cave, breathless from her long ride.
“Kate! It’s so good to see you!” said the Queen.
“I wish I could be as jovial as you, Elizabeth,” responded Kate. “But I have come only for a moment, and only to ask a favor of you.”
“Why, what’s wrong? Has something happened?”
“The barbarians reached the castle and began setting up for their siege yesterday. Renault went out as usual last night to see what he could find, and he has not returned. Pierre was acting strange yesterday too, like he was hiding something. And this morning, just before dawn, he came into the stable to look for me. He must have thought I was asleep, so he left. But on his way out, he said it was something important about Renault.”
“What do you want me to do?” asked the Queen.
“I need to leave Euclid here with you, and I need you to promise me that if anything happens, you’ll flee to Filot with him and look after him.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Go back to the fortress and find Renault. If he has returned, he will have left me a note or something.”
“And if he hasn’t?”
“I’ll fight.”
 
The minutes passed by slowly for Renault. It was now midmorning, and the sun had begun to warm him up slightly. If only I could get these ropes off my wrists, I would have a chance of escape, he thought. Oh, and a weapon would be nice, too. When he had been captured, the barbarians had removed his arrows and his dagger. Renault didn’t know where they had been left. He took in his surroundings in the daylight. From where he lay, he could see the forests on either side of the castle. He could also see a stream behind him, about a hundred yards away. He was closer to the forest to the left of the castle, though he still didn’t know how to get over to the forest. He thought he could roll to the bed of the stream, for once he was over the bank, the barbarians would not be able to see him. But there was one problem: his guard. He needed help, but from where? Or from whom?
 
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i need to fix a little bit more...i'm gonna bring in alexa (the prophetess) to help save renault somehow...which adds another character through the rest of the story...that should give you enough to go on for now, pina! :D
 
hay just saying i have read your updates and love it. will write more tomorow after school. and maybe a nap. and cookie dough. i want cookie dough:)
 
cookie dough sounds good...lol...i kinda wanna add the prophetess into the plot more when the fake scout first enters the stable...i think i'll try it and just post on here that that's why she's in the stable when she is...this should make more sense when i get around to it...lol
 
ok, this is gonna be confusing. it goes somewhere in the middle, just after Renault gets captured...i changed it up and added in alexa...if you need explanation, lemme know!


The horses reared and pawed in their stalls. They knew something was wrong. The man in the stable looked familiar, but they could sense a difference. No, it was not Renault. I snuck in just behind the stranger, ducking behind a wall with saddles on it. I continued to watch the horses’ reactions to this man. One horse in particular, Sinbad, acted as though he were wild. Fire kindled in his ebony eyes, and his jet-black coat shone with sweat. If the man entered Sinbad’s stall, the man would die a very painful death. And yet that was just the horse the man was instructed to take out of the stable. The stranger did have some sense, however, and did not enter the stall. Instead, he took in his surroundings and exited the stable. He planned on walking around the back of the castle to find its weaknesses.
Kate, the stable girl, was awakened from her uneasy sleep in the loft overlooking the stable. By the time she had thrown on black pants and a black shirt and descended her ladder, most of the horses had quieted down. Sinbad, though, was still in an uproar. Kate quickly entered his stall without fear; Renault had taught Sinbad that it was alright for Kate to be near him. Kate calmed the enormous black stallion with her voice first, then with her hand gently stroking his nose, just as Renault had shown her many times. Kate was unaware of what had upset the horses, but she knew it must have been very strange. Sinbad would not have reacted like that if it was someone he knew. Yes, he would have been nervous and acted defensively if anyone but Renault or herself had approached his stall, but nothing like this.
I witnessed all of this from behind a pile of straw. As the stable girl turned around to go back up to her loft, I stepped out and introduced myself.

“Hello, my name is Alexa Martin. I am a prophetess from another universe. I’m not quite sure how I arrived here, but I do know that your scout friend is in trouble and I’d like to help.”

“Uh, my name is Kate. Why should I believe you?”

“Because I saw some men hit the scout on the head and carry him away, just before a man in black clothing and heavy boots came in here. I followed him in, and watched as he looked over all of the horses. He was looking for one in particular; that big black one, I think.”

“That’s Sinbad, Renault’s horse.”

“Well, what’s your plan? Obviously, there’s someone in this castle that shouldn’t be, and someone else is missing.”

“Come on.” Kate led me up into her loft, where she gave me an apple for breakfast. As we sat there eating, she told me about Renault and how they had met and become engaged to be married. It was a beautiful story. In that same story, though, Kate told me of a horrible man named Pierre. She grew silent when she heard footsteps from the stairs to the rest of the castle.
“Well, speak of the devil,” Kate whispered, pulling me to the floor.
 
hay. i kinda just emailed you my comments on your story cuz this place hates me and wouldnt let me in so i emailed you then came back and it let me in so hi! hope you dont mind, but im not gonna redo my comments (unless you really really want me to!) soooooooo post mas!!!!! adios mi amiga!
 
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Pierre continued to call for Kate. He was about to give up, and he even began walking back out of the stable. But he had another idea: “Kate, it’s important information about Renault.” He let that settle in the air for a moment before finally walking back up the stairs from whence he came, a wry smile spreading across his mouth.
Kate finally began to breathe again. She knew Renault could be dead, but she did not want to find out from Pierre. She put her finger to her lips and signed to me to help her lower the ladder quietly. Once we were on the ground, she checked the entrances to the stable to be sure Pierre wasn’t lurking in the shadows.

“Can you ride? We need to get both my horse and Renault’s out of here.”

“I have a couple of horses back home, so yes, I can ride well enough.”

“You’ll take Euclid, the little bay gelding next to Sinbad. He needs to be gone so that it will appear that I have fled Kilowre. After that much of my plan, I’m not sure what I’ll do. But I have to find out if Renault is still alive.”

“Alright. We can think some more on the way to wherever we’re going.”
Resolved to return and find Renault, Kate gave me Euclid’s saddle and bridle while she put on Sinbad’s tack. The sun had risen all the way above the horizon. We led both of them out of the stable, mounted them, and took off toward the mountains. Although Sinbad was much bigger than Euclid, Euclid’s heart pushed him to be nearly as fast as the stallion. The rush of wind through my hair was exhilarating.
We slowed to a walk when we reached a mountain. Kate led us around to a cave in the mountainside hidden by bushes. Apparently, the Queen was inside. Because of her position, the Queen had been forced to flee. Although she had been told to escape to Filot along with the other women, she had nobly insisted on staying near Kilowre. Leaving the horses outside with me, Kate, a long-time friend of the Queen (since childhood, I later found out), entered the cave, breathless from our long ride.

“Kate! It’s so good to see you!” said the Queen.

“I wish I could be as jovial as you, Elizabeth,” responded Kate. “But I have come only for a moment, and only to ask a favor of you.”

“Why, what’s wrong? Has something happened?”

“The barbarians reached the castle and began setting up for their siege yesterday. Renault went out as usual last night to see what he could find, and he has not returned. Pierre was acting strange yesterday too, like he was hiding something. And this morning, just before dawn, he came into the stable to look for me. He must have thought I was asleep, so he left. But on his way out, he said it was something important about Renault. Oh, and some woman who calls herself a prophetess showed up, saying that she’s from another universe. She’s waiting outside with the horses.”

“Is she to be trusted?”

“Euclid and Sinbad are perfectly safe with her and calm around her, so yes, she’s trustworthy.”

“What do you want me to do?” asked the Queen.

“I need to be sure that Euclid and my new friend will be taken to Filot in case
I do not return here.”

“It will be done. What are you going to do?”

“Go back to the fortress and find Renault. If he has returned, he will have left me a note or something. Alexa may return with me if she wishes, but she will be instructed to return here if necessary. If this happens, Elizabeth, you must promise me that all of you will leave.”

“And what if Renault hasn’t returned? What will you do then?”

“I’ll fight.”
 
i know i already posted this section, but i'm trying to make it less confusing...just go in order from the corrections on...


The minutes passed by slowly for Renault. It was now midmorning, and the sun had begun to warm him up slightly. If only I could get these ropes off my wrists, I would have a chance of escape, he thought. Oh, and a weapon would be nice, too. When he had been captured, the barbarians had removed his arrows and his dagger. Renault didn’t know where they had been left. He took in his surroundings in the daylight. From where he lay, he could see the forests on either side of the castle. He could also see a stream behind him, about a hundred yards away. He was closer to the forest to the left of the castle, though he still didn’t know how to get over to the forest. He thought he could roll to the bed of the stream, for once he was over the bank, the barbarians would not be able to see him. But there was one problem: his guard. He needed help, but from where? Or from whom?
 
Kate came back out toward the horses and me.

“Do you want to come back to the castle with me?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s go then.” Kate grabbed Sinbad’s reigns from me and swung herself into the saddle. I jumped onto Euclid and we rode back toward the castle.
On the way back to the castle, Kate and I thought to ourselves about what we could do to help Renault if he wasn’t back.
After about twenty minutes of hard riding, we returned to the fortress. Leaving Sinbad, Euclid, and me outside, Kate quietly slipped into the stable, searching for any sign of Renault’s return. He should have left me something. Suddenly Kate stopped in her tracks. There was a ladder leading up to her loft. And was that a shadow? Ducking into a stall, she watched. Pierre! That wretch! Kate stepped out of the safety of the stall and began walking toward the loft. Pierre saw her and smiled. When she ascended the ladder, which he had brought with him into the stable, he extended his hand to help her up.

“What took you so long to come back?” he asked.

“What do you want, Pierre?” she said coldly.

“I just thought you might like a little warning about Renault’s death before you are unable to find him after this war. He won’t be back for you, Kate. I don’t care what he promised you.”
Kate sat down slowly on a hay bale in her loft. She would’ve welcomed tears, but they wouldn’t come. She had always been a tomboy and had never had been a very emotional person. She was, however, a hopeless romantic, and when Renault had come along and stolen her heart, it had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. Now Pierre was telling her that he was gone? She couldn’t, wouldn’t believe him.

“How could you know that?” Kate asked incredulously.

“I have an informant,” he answered all-to-quickly. “I just thought you might like to know so that you could escape to Filot without the burden of waiting on him. Because I would never want anything to happen to you.” With those last words, Pierre took a long look at her, took her hand and kissed it softly, and climbed down the ladder. “I really am sorry, Kate,” he said about halfway down the ladder. Then he took the ladder and left the stable with a smile playing on his lips.
When she was sure that Pierre was gone, Kate realized that she had to figure out a way to get down from her loft. She did have a rope, but she knew it wouldn’t reach very far. It was only about a ten foot drop, she decided, so she sat on the edge of the loft and slid off. She landed with a thud but on her feet. After standing up slowly, Kate jogged out the door of the stable into the noonday sun to where she had left Sinbad.
I was relieved when I finally saw Kate returning. I had heard most of the conversation, but it had grown quiet. She came to the bushes and crouched down next to me.

“Pierre said that Renault is dead. But there’s no way that he could know that unless…he’s involved in it.”
 
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