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Crystal Smee

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~*~Chapter 3 ~*~


When Saine came to, he was still on the floor. The face was still over him. Saine’s head pounded painfully and he felt as though he had been pummeled all over. He would definitely have bruises. His eyes ached as he shut them, struggled for breath, and opened them again to examine the man above him.

At first he thought it was another Zamorakian guard, but then he saw the shining white of the man's armor. The man had a dark, bushy beard. Beady black eyes glared at Saine. Suddenly, his eyes flitted to the trap door. It rattled and shook as the Zamorakian guards tried to pry it open. He then glanced over to where his brother lay. Logaen had blacked out too, it seemed, but was now returning to the world of the living. He sat up and fell back, groaning in pain. His eyes searched his brother’s, then he gazed at the man pinning Saine down.

"Bydor!" Logaen exclaimed from the ground. The man's head snapped around. Saine nearly blacked out again with relief. He remembered the name from his brother’s frequent letters. Bydor was one of the top white knights and a wonderful friend to Sir Amik Varze’s young squire.

"Logaen?" He glanced again at the trapdoor. "What have you done?” He hesitated, but not long enough for them to answer. “The commander...he will wish to speak to you." Bydor grabbed Saine's shirt and heaved him to his feet, one handed.

"Easy, Bydor. That's my brother," Logaen chided playfully. He wearily picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off, wincing and breathing heavily.

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Bydor grunted and grabbed Saine's arm, leading the pair through the narrow, natural corridors. They entered a large cavern, where small, makeshift camps were set up. Bedraggled white knights of Saradomin huddled around smoldering cookfires, holding little scraps of meat over the dying flames. Some paced themselves through blade excersises. Others attempted fitful sleep on the rocky ground. It was a disappointing group. Many looked upon the new arrivals with hope, but their eyes turned to despair as they saw the source of the commotion was no more than a pair of boys. Some recognized Logaen, however, and called out to him. The lad had been a favorite among the knights with his playful spirit and winsome, boyish grin.

Saine and Logaen trailed Bydor into a smaller chamber, where a thin man sat at a rickety table, talking to another soldier.

"Terrison, I am sure that--Oh, hello, Bydor. See, Terrison, here they are. You may go." The man's voice was as thin as his body. He wore no armor, and was clad simply in a loose brown shirt and white trousers. His booted feet were propped up on the desk, and it quivered under the weight. His eyes had great purple bags beneath them. He waved a hand, and the red-haired soldier slipped out.

"Sir," Bydor bowed. His brilliant white armor clanked as he bent, his light brown hair falling forward into his blue eyes.

"Ah, Bydor. I see you have brought these...guests I have heard of. Good. Terrison alerted me we had some new arrivals."

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"Yes, Commander, sir. I daresay that the brought guards on their tails, too. This one," he shoved Saine forward, "this one jammed the trapdoor. They are struggling to open it as we speak, sir," Bydor explained, worry creasing his face.

The commander nodded. "Go and ready a squad to combat them," he ordered stiffly. Worry creased his face as well, and his dark eyes were haunted. Bydor shambled out quickly. Saine and Logaen glanced at each other.

"Well, well. I am Commander Robain, commander of the White Knights," he declared proudly, then sighed. "Well, commander of this rabble that remains of them, anyways." He squinted at Logaen, scrutinizing him. “Is that you, Logaen? Amik’s own squire?"

Logaen flushed with pride. "It is me, sir, and this is my brother Saine."

"Indeed," Robain replied, steepling his fingers. "So, where have you come from?" His reedy voice interrogated. He leaned back in his chair, eyeing both of them suspiciously.

"Falador," Saine supplied curtly. He didn’t like this man and his thin voice. He wasn’t sure he liked this place at all. Still, it was better than serving in Falador.

"And why have you come here?" Robain prompted.

"Sanctuary, sir. We served as laborers, you see. I heard about this resistance from a fellow. We planned to escape tomorrow, with him. We were caught out at night, as I was explaining the plans to my brother, and we were forced to flee tonight," Logaen explained timidly.

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"Tell me, Logaen, who was this source of yours who knew of this hideout?" Robain asked, eyes narrowed. He leaned forward now, clasping his hands and placing them on the desk. He glared at Logaen, who shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

"His name is Shanor, sir," Logaen replied. Robain frowned.

"Shanor? Logaen, how well do you know Shanor?"

"Not very well. He just told me if I want to escape, I should go with him tomorrow," Logaen said dubiously.

"Tomorrow when?"

"When the sun is at it's highest. I think he's planned something to happen. I don't know, though."

"Well, it's a good thing you got out. Shanor is a Zamorakian spy, and I can pretty much guess what happened. He set you up. Tomorrow, when you tried to escape, he would warn the guards and get you caught. It's been done before,” the commander sighed. Suddenly his face grew cold. “But wait, are you a spy as well?" Robain growled.

"No, sir!" Saine blurted out quickly. Too quickly. As Robain glared at him, he gulped. "I mean, sir, why would we tell you all this if we were spies?"

"Unless you thought I wouldn't believe it." Robain mused. He always tried to think two steps ahead of his enemies. "You've led Zamorak's guards straight to us, lads. Times are hard. I don't think I can trust you."

“Sir, I was Amik Varze’s squire!” Logaen pleaded. “You don’t get more loyal to Saradomin that that!”

As Logaen spoke, maniacal shouts rang through the corridors. The clash of steel on steel rent the air, followed by the howls of dying men. The battle was brief. The clamor faded soon, leaving only the echo of death.

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"You've cost us already, lads. They know our location now. We can't afford this. Spies. The punishment is execution." His eyes were shadowed. "Oh, Logaen. You were such a sweet lad. A kind, charming fellow. Who knew what devious thinking went on behind those harmless eyes?"

Saine stepped back. "But sir! Please! You are judging us too quickly! Logaen and myself, we are loyal, sir! Devoted to Saradomin, as Logaen said! Give us another chance, sir!" He begged.

Robain glared. "Another chance to what?"

"We will--" Saine gulped and wiped his forehead. "We will find Saradomin's tomb, and resurrect him."


~*~ End of Chapter ~*~

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