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Date Posted: 09:43:35 12/01/99 Wed
Author: Ezella
Subject: Something Certainly Amiss

Something Certainly Amiss

"Ezella me lass can we get another round here?" I recognize Ian's voice….without looking I reply…. "Sure thing laddie, but are ye not curious as to what the commotion 'tis all about or are ye too drunk to care?" I turn from the window convinced my eyes play tricks on me. No man can vanish in thin air like that. Ian is laughing " the drunker I be the better I be to stand this wretched state" Shaking my head and smiling I pour three more glasses of ale. "This'll be the death of ye Ian, yer friends are already out of it" "Sissys they be…he reaches over and roughly nudges the sleeping Sam. Sam barely sirs and continues sleeping. Ian looks across the table at Don who is in the same state as the other. "See 'tis what ye get for being such a big fella….ye drink em down every time". I smile "shall I take these, indicating Sam's and Don's drinks. "Nah…leave em…I'll drink em meself." He winks and makes a grab for me…as I dodge.

Right then the tavern door slams…we look up. 'Tis a breathless Sir Parnell. "The King has been killed. Hanged in the stable by Belamore. Belamore is a wanted man. Does anyone here know the whereabouts of Belamore?" A mumble goes throughout the room before people begin to speak. "Many nights he is here Sir but I have not seen him here this night." Another speaks "Nor I, but he never comes inside anyway". We must search the premises" Nickoli steps forward. "Be my guest Sir. We hide no fugitives here." I shiver realizing that had this occurred one day earlier there would have been a fugitive. Thank the Gods that Dragzfuth is gone...long gone. The letter...oh no the note Dragzfuth left is still on my dressing table. Coolly I say "Why not start with the upstairs quarters but first... well...I must warn the girls...you know and their guests." I fix my gaze upon Parnell knowing full well that there were nights when he himself was up in those very rooms. "Okay, you may warn but no one leaves …..he raises his voice so that all in the room may hear……we have the place surrounded with guards…anyone caught trying to leave will be detained"

I rush up the stairs and knock on each door …when I reach my quarters I sneak inside and slip the note inside my pocket.

************

It took only a few minutes for the search the guards satisfied that Belamore was not hiding out at the tavern.

This has been some night indeed. I enter my quarters and plop down tired upon the bed. The King killed by Belamore? Why? Well maybe the rumors are correct and Belamore really is crazy in the head. I need to warn Shane that Belamore is dangerous. 'Tis a pity, Shane always speaks of Belamore rather fondly. Yet I can never seem to get a glimpse of this Belamore. Why? 'Tis as if….as if he avoids me…shying from my sight. I trusted him to deliver that letter to Lady Dolimite because Shane insisted Belamore was trustworthy. Did he deliver it? What exactly did happen with that? Well they haven't come for my head yet and Belamore did help us rescue Sir Dragzfuth……perhaps Shane is right……

I sit up quickly looking about the room. Speaking of Shane where is that lad? "Shane, Are you hiding in here?" No answer. I run from the room down to into the tavern. No sign of him. I run back upstairs opening the door to look into the alley onto the street below… no Shane…

I feel a panic creeping into me…..Belamore?!

Continued………..

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