A Short Story

The general made one of his deepest bows. "I see," he said. "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford."

“THE FIRST COMMANDER IS GETTING RESTLESS, we need to hurry,” a fair-haired Kingsman stated to another. He enters first through the singed door of the last home near the entrance to the grain fields, locking eyes with a disheveled young maiden holding on tightly to a frightened little boy.

“When I defeated the General, I decided not to let that beautiful mansion go to waste.” Rainsford declared. “So I moved in and,

The nobleman’s eyebrow shot higher into his hairline, and murmurs- verbal and mental- broke out across the crowd. Charles ignored them, and went on. “If you’ll spare him for the night- and I think you can, as we’ve all had our show,” he said. “I plan to seek the general in the morning.”

“I immediately sent a non-commissioned officer and 12 men to protect both the sentry and the king's money, and very soon followed myself to prevent, if possible, all disorder, fearing lest the officer and soldiers, by the

She saw the trees bend like they were about to snap, she started to run. The post office was only a short distance from the place where she was staying, the hotel, but the wind pushing her back made it seem like a day's journey. When she finally reached the sad excuse for a post office she tried the door, but it was locked, a sign by the Handel read, "No mail is being sent farther than the sender can walk, the Queen has ordered no travel by ship, which means no mail, sorry for any inconvenience this may cause." Sabina looked down. She would just have to send the message when it was allowed. Right by that sign read another sign posted by a royal messenger, this one, was much more intriguing, it read, "The Queen has ordered anyone, anyone who has experience and is well with horses to report to the castle and say so for she is looking for a trainer to consult with the royal equines and stay at the castle. Of course, the job will pay well. Signed Sir. Albert

"Knock knock," I hear coming from the door. I open the door carefully to avoid alarming any other rebels at this hour of the night. Lincoln bounces through the doors with armfuls of food and supplies.

“Yes sir will do.” With that the Commander saluted and did an about face and left the office. Commander Hardy knew exactly where the Marine Company commander was, they had set up a command post near the front gate. The purpose of that was to be able to react as quickly as they

“Nathaniel kicked a foot against the floor. “Will you both just shut up and let me give my command? I’m in charge here. Right. Imp: I wish you to show me the building known as Heddleham Hall. Somewhere near London. Owned by a woman named Amanda Cathcart. So! Be gone about your errand!””(Stroud,

I got your letter No. 42 quite a number of days ago but thought I would not answer it the days I got it for I had send a letter the day befor I got it and then I had considerable to do simce then. I was out a foraging when the mail cameand when I got itin I had barely time to roll up me things to be off when the regiment did for they had had orders to move back into the townwhile I was away, and after we got into our

“Would they really be so careless to say all this over open radio?” Thomas, the British liaison that worked in the office, asked as he walked over to read the note. “I mean, it could be an ambush or something of that nature.”

I had not forgotten the ‘Blue Letter’. It was, after all, the reason I was now involved in this affair. My original thought had been that someone was trying to extort a large sum of money from the Baron. I had been concerned about it, and believed him to be in real danger. I was nevertheless, far from suspecting that this letter could really represent a threat to his life. I might have been wrong! It was, after all, possible that the blackmailer had kept his promise, and confronted the Baron! Indeed, it was! But, once more, I reminded myself that nothing was taken from the house, a fact which, by contradicting the latter assumption, ended it, and raised another question. If blackmail, why

‘Indeed,’ said Clemmie, as if the men had not spoken. ‘I thought I could trust Great Aunt Hortensia. I knocked at her door then barged inside. By that time, I was bent over double trying to catch my breath. When I stood up straight, that’s when I saw…I saw…’

"Oh, for Gods sakes, Miles, we're all adults here and we have jobs to do and roles to play." Sebastian nearly yelled, thumping his fist on his desk before running a hand over his head. "Please see Lady Charlotte to the border. The men are to accompany her home and are not to return until they have a letter from Lord Raven informing me that she arrived in good

“Wait-- Sir... The King is concerned about money being stolen from the Treasury by certain Lords...”