Soldiers appeared behind the messenger. “It means you’re under arrest, by order of Prince Clive.” Spoke Sir Andrew.
“What for?” Delilah seethed. “I demand to know what for?”
“I do not listen to the demands of a gypsy woman, no matter cleverly she can spout a rhyme.” Sir Andrew sniffed. The White Knight walked out of the tent.
“What’s all of this?” He pulled on his shirt.
“They’ve come to arrest us…” Judas said quietly.
“Why the bloody hell would they do that?” He exclaimed. Another woman walked out of the tent.
“No more questions!” barked Sir Andrew. “Into the wagon!”
~
Soapy turned around and around, trying to find her way through the trees. A wagon’s wheels could be heard in the distance. Following the sound, Soapy found the road. Suddenly, the wagon stopped. “Who’s there?” called a voice. She didn’t dare answer. “I said, ‘Who’s there?’” Soapy heard the man unsheath his sword. Fearing the worst, she spoke up.
“I…” But she couldn’t lie fast enough; she had never learned how to properly do so.