Make a run for it

Without the guards noticing, you gently slip one leg over the horse. When the closest one turns his back, you leap off and make a run for it. It?s a good three seconds before you hear one of them shout, which you figure to be a good head start considering how slow they look. Seeing a grove of trees in the distance, you head straight for them, hoping for there to be at least some cover there.

After a few hundred yards, you catch the sound of hooves thumping in your direction. Relief rushes through you as you realize it?s your knight coming to rescue you once more. But when you turn, you find to your horror that one of the guards is actually on the chase. Sir Dyer is standing by the gate, being held by the other guard.

Before you can plan a new route of escape, you trip over your bare feet, lying face first in the ground. The brute of a guard bares down on you quickly. Landing off his horse, he towers over you.

?Whatsoever thine name is, harlot, thou shalt be placed under arrest under suspicion of treason, where thee will likely rot in jail or become a member of the king?s harem.? He sneers, and you can tell he enjoys this. ?Thou ist a pretty little thing. I would have thee for myself if I could.?

?No!? you plead, finally. ?Please don?t take me. Nobody will ever find out.? The guards mulls your request over for a moment.

?I suppose thou ist correct,? he says. ?Thou ist a stranger. Nobody will likely find out about thee. And even if they do, no one is likely to care about the lifeless body of a whore.?

With that he raises his spear above his head. You can?t even scream.

        The End