Carrington whispered "I love ye" into MOry's ear, then bowed to Arguyle, Crispain, and the page.


"Come to D'Vena's in an hour. Constantine will pass by...and join him." he said casually, and strolled out.


Tonight would be the end of this.

 

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Moryan nodded to her cleric. "Aye, Arguyle and the King should return soon, and then we intercept the messanger afore it leaves in the morning." She gazed out the window, the pale light of dawn not even visible yet.


"Theres still plenty of time left."

Carrington dismounted his horse and walked up to the guarded gate of the D'Vena estate. He pulled the coif from his head and rubs his eyes. This would have to be flawless.


He nodded to himself and said a silent prayer for God to forgive him. Then, he ran out of the shadows straight for the guard, his eyes serious, as if something was very wrong.

 

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Drayton quickly slipped into a cleared area about a mile from the estate. He grabbed a flint and eyed the four piles of kindling hehad made before the night had started. Each far away from each other...very large, so they could been fron a distance. He lit them with sparks, making a torch, then set the others a flame. The wood craked loudly, and the flames and smoke bellowed into the air. His part was done for now...and he would wait for Ravyin.

 

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Carrington ran up to the guard and clutched his shoulders.


"Sound the alarm!" he yelled, a band of invaders has penetrated AlbioN! Tehre! You can see hteir bonfires!" Carrington exlaimed, his voice very serious, almost angrily.


The guard stared at him, confuse,d but recognizing the man immediately.


"O..of course!!" the guard yelled, spying the roaring bonfires in the distance.


"Constantine's troops are on the way to defend! But they will engage before they arrive!" Carrington yelled, pulling his coif over his head, his blue eyes intense. "Well, what are you waiting for?! GO!!"


The guard nodded and scrambled away. After awhile, the sounds of shouts and a ring of a bell could be heard loudly around the manor. And Carrington smiled to himself.

 

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Rasputyn rubbed his eyes, relaxing in the dense brush along the road. The front of the estate was quiet, which could either mean Drayton was a quiet prisoner or no prisoner at all. He mentally ticked off the distance to the nearest guard, figured acting time for his poisons and decided the man would die fast enough if need be.


A single courier sped out of the yard on horse back and then a man entered in chain, doffed his coif, and started to yell at a guard.


Rasputyn sat up quickly. He could guess at the second man, but the horse rider...

 

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Jaelyan heard the clanging of the bell and the shouts of "invasion" down below. "What is this nonsense," she muttered to herself. Commanding the two men to stay with her daughter, she made her way out of her suite and to the staircase. She could hear the sounds of armored feet pounding through her halls as they flooded from her front gates.


She spied one of her captains, and called to him, "THEE! Captain! Hold thineself now and tell me what is transpiring!"


The Captain was panting, "Word of an attack, Albion has been invaded M'lady! Constantine orders the march!" The avalonian scowled, and beckoned him. "Nae, stay thine men now Captain, and recall them. Have thee a seal from the king? Have thee a writ? NAE! Recall thine men NOW!"


Meanwhile, in Hurbury, the Lord and his second son were making their way to Camelot and the estates of D'vena to unite their families in marriage once and for all.

The chaimberlain read the intercepted scrolls from the D'Vena household outloud of his leige Constantine. The last one, was from Carrington, and it was signed by his own hand.


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My liege,


My intelligence has gathered information that D'Vena is planning a strike against you. These letters prove her treachery, and she moved tonight with her allies to overthrow your reign. If you look out your window right now, you can see the bonfires of her troops gathering...I am trying to gether as many warriors as I can, but they will not be enough. I humbly request reinforcements, and your presense. It's time this traitor was removed from our realm.


Sincerely,

Carrington Whitethorne

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Constantine looked out his window, and sure enough, there were roaring fires in the horizon. He turned to his Chamberlain, and stood, giving the order to mobilize.

 

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Carrington hid in the shadows as he saw D'Vena's estate in a mass of chaos. It didn't matter whether she ahd given the order or not, her troops were clambering around, gathering in ranks in front of the manor, preparing for battle. Carrington leapt over the wall and slipped from sight.

 

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Rasputyn slipped over the compound wall and dropped down by the chapel. All was quiet and secure, he saw. How typical of the Defenders to trust closed gates! He made his way around the yard's edge and ducked into the doorway. The sentinal guard continued to gaze at the top of the wall. "Greetings, Rasputyn. Crispian and crew have you out again?" he said with a chuckle.


Scowling, the little infiltrator bounded up the stairs and pounded on the door to Crispian's chamber, rousing Tannir. The bleary eyed boy looked puzzled. "Crispian, is he here? or Nyet?" the small man barked out, voice rough as always.


Tannir shook his head, "Nay, sir, he is still about the palace I think."


"Saint's Blood!" Rasputyn swore and bolted down the hall, vaulting the end rail and landing at the door, which he went out at a dead run to the palace. Time was not his friend this night...

 

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