CAUGHT!

Continued from yesterday's post.

Guido’s throat felt dry. Thunder had repeatedly crashed in the last half hour, but now all was silent. He waited the length of a heartbeat, two heartbeats, three, but it didn’t sound again.

      “The password, please!” The body guard’s voice was kind but firm.
Firelight? Fire bright? Fair light? Fair bright? What was the most likely?

“Fire bright,” he murmured wishing with all his might the thunder would crash. Then it did, resoundingly so, but so did the voice of the guard. His hand tightened over Guido's shoulder.
“The password, please.”
“ Fair light.” His voice quavered…like a girl’s! For an instant he was relieved. But.
“That is not what you said last time!”
One of the guard’s whipped off  Guido’s shawl even though he clung frantically to it.
“A lad!” He announced. “Probably from the castle of our enemies.”
Belatedly Guido realized a days’ growth of peach fuzz would be on his cheeks, and that was what the guards were peering at with the aid of their lanterns. Why didn’t the general think of it?
“Guards seize him!”

Guido was hustled down a long corridor to the prison room of Guilt where he found two other unhappy inmates. The guards commanded, not unkindly, for him to remove his ‘costume’ which he did with trepidation. His own worn, drab outfit was revealed, and he thought one of the guard’s looked at him pityingly.

As the door clanged shut behind them, Guido sank into despair. I should never have listened to the general. I should of ran away and hid. I’ll probably be in here forever. They have been fighting against us so constantly for the last millennial they are probably only too glad to take me as prisoner --and forget me here.

Eventually the other prisoners also added their cries and lamentations and Guido covered his ears to be spared from their misery on top of his own.

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