Postby Wolfsong » Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:59 pm
Christina nodded at Bertram. "Yes, lets, before they close the gates," she said. Then she heard noises, and realized that the ball was over. People were leaving! She grabbed his arm and pulled him back, till they merged into the crowd of people. "We'll try to slip out with them," she whispered. "Be careful, there may be more of them in the crowd."
Eventually, they got to their horses and rode out through the castle gates. Christina released all the breath she'd been holding, and was feeling so relieved she started laughing. "We're safe!" she said. "I can't believe it, we're safe!" However, her laughter died as, when they had rode a little farther, they saw a figure fallen in the ditch, still.
"Brier?!" Christina scrambled off her horse with less than ladylike haste and dropped down beside her, trembling but scared to touch her. "What do we do?" she asked Bertram.
Maxwell remained silent, watching the Overseer. Underneath the hood, he could have sworn he detected a dark coloration, a bruise? Who had struck this man? He felt a little envious, for he was longing to do so. But he kept his hands clenched at his sides and smiled through clenched teeth. "Well," he remarked quietly to Forrester. "I guess I can take comfort in the fact that Christina's most likely safe, though I'm sure everyone's gonna throw a fit back home when they realize I'm gone." He smiled softly for real, thinking of Stephen, Christina, and their father.
When he heard the crossbows, his hand dropped automatically to where his rapier should be, then cursed under his breath when he remembered it wasn't there. "So what are the answers?" he demanded of the Overseer. "Why the bloody heck are we mixed up in this?"