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Date Posted: 14:18:00 11/20/99 Sat
Author: Lady D
Subject: Lady D & Sir Fyale

The assault came from out of nowhere.
I had been lying on the carpet of green, resting and writing,
unawares of the lurking danger.
I had a sense that the forest had eyes as if someone where watching me.
I passed it off as nonsense, gravid imaginings.
Lost in poetry and daydreams. Crying over my torn feelings.

Two figures came running out the forest directly at me, too late
I realized it was Percy and Scar, the royal goons.
I tried to scramble to my feet to reach my horse,
but before I knew it, they had their hands over my mouth
I tried to scream, but nothing came.
I felt sharpness in my side; Percy was behind me holding my head to his chest,
with what must have been a dagger at my throat.
Scar began to search my person, moving his hands over my body.
He had a wild look in his eye; he laughed and mocked me.
His hands went across my belly, shocked he said,
"Well now, what have we here?"
I tried to jerk away and Percy tightened his hold
pressing the blade further into my neck.
"What?" Percy said. "We have no time to waste, did you find the vile?"
"No, man she is fat with child" Scar sneered.
"Get the vile, I will take care of this!"
Scar then plunged his hand between my breasts,
his hand reappeared with the vile that Belamore had given me.
"Ah, ha! You sought to kill the king, you will die for your crimes!"
Percy then spun me around and with the back of his hand
hit me across the face. Involuntarily a scream escaped me.
He hit me so hard that I fell to the ground.
Percy jumped on top of me and began beating me.
I felt the ground shake, it had to be a horse
at full speed. I managed to turn to see it was Sir Dragzfuth
charging straight for Percy and plunged his sword through Percy's heart.
Percy was slumped over dead right on top of me. Horrified I watch Sir Dragzfuth
take out after Scar.
Badly beaten, shock over came me. I slid out from under the dead weight
of Percy's body. I was covered in blood, his and mine. The only thing I heard was;
"Lady Dolomite, take my horse and flee,
If I cannot kill Tarath here,
I will at least make sure he can't catch thee",
I had not seen whence Sir Tarath came; he appeared from thin air.

I got to my feet and did as Sir Dragzfuth said. I was weak but driven with fear deep into the wood.
I rode till I could not ride anymore. Night fell quickly. There were great pains coming from
my belly. I was terrified of the moans that came from inside of me.
Delirious with pain and shock, I heard a horse's approach. I was wincing in pain.
A voice from the darkness yells, "Who goes there?"
I, too weak to answer, fell from my horse to the ground.
I must have been knocked out from the fall, for when I awoke
there was a figure standing over me. I did not recognize the man, but knew his voice.
"Lady Dolimite, what happened to thee? Who has done this to you?"
I could not speak, I pulled at my skirt hem and he realized I was giving birth. He said,
"Lady, do not move!" I felt that I would die from the pain.
I must have lost conscienceness again. When I awoke I heard Sir Fyale sobbing.
I managed to lift my head noticing some of the pain had subsided.
I said,"Why dost thou sob, Sir?"
He slowly turned to face me, tears streaked his face.
"My Lady, I must tell you, the child is dead"
"NO!" I screamed "NO!"
The horrible screams left my mouth as Sir Fyale placed his arms around me
lifted me up and carried me to his steed.

Continued....

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