The Accident
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 22
It wasn’t a reunion. Timm had been on the bad guys side and nobody was sure if they had just changed masters ... gone from bad to worse. But they helped. There was loot stashed all over the place. Since nobody listens to slaves ... or pays attention to slaves ... the slaves knew where everything was. Including the new girl in the root cellar.
“The boss brought her back from Bridgetown,” Timm was told ... and she told me.
“Seems the big boss went to Bridgetown to settle a dispute about the ten mile stretch from here to there. This boss wanted exclusive rights to the road and that one in Bridge was making incursions. Of course, the Bridgetown boss felt like this boss was violating his territory. As it turns out ... they both were being set up by His Honor, the mayor.”
“Wait ... girl in the root cellar? How long has she been there?” I asked.
“Two or three days ... or weeks, depending on who is telling the story,” Timm said. “I had no idea so I suppose she’s been here since I went to Painswick.”
“The damsel I’m supposed to rescue is in the custody of the Mayor. She’s in the cellar?”
“So they say,” said Timm.
“Think we should find out?” I asked.
The root cellar door was locked by looping a new rope through the the two handles and tied with a square knot ... ease of extraction and deposit.
“I’ll fix that,” I said and hauled out my sword.
“No!” said Timm. “Don’t cut it ... we might need a nice piece of good rope.”
It was a square knot ... lift up one tail and they come loose ... and that’s what Timm did. Untied, she raised the bifold doors and I hollered, “Eloise, Entertainer of Cassandra, come forth.”
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