Kathryn Wesley by 10th Kingdom

Author:10th Kingdom
Format: epub
Published: 2013-07-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-five

The blind Woodsman had cut through more wood than Tony wanted to think about. And Wolf was beginning to look panicked.

“Dick?” Tony asked. “As in Van Dyke?”

“No,” the Woodsman said and split another log.

“Bill? Ben? Jerry? Haagen-Dazs?”

“Cold,” the Woodsman said, continuing to chop the wood. “Elvis? Sammy? Frank? John? Paul? George? Ringo?” “Ringo?” Wolf asked.

“Colder,” the Woodsman said. “Way off.”

“Does it begin with A?”

“I’m not playing that game.”

“Tony,” Wolf said, “I’m starting to lose faith in you.” “Sugar Ray? Cassius? Iron Mike?”

“Nope.”

“Give me a clue,” Tony said. He was beginning to hyperventilate. Everything he did in this place turned out wrong. “What fun is it for you just to kill him?”

“A lot of fun, actually,” the Woodsman said. “You could almost say it was the reason for my existence.”

He grinned as he brought the axe down on yet another innocent piece of wood.

“How do we know you won’t lie about your name?” Wolf asked.

Tony liked that idea. Maybe they could get out of this. “Maybe I’ve already said it,” Tony said.

“You haven’t guessed my name,” the Woodsman said. “You are nowhere near. My name is written in my cap.” “You sick pervert,” Tony said. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

“Hundreds of times,” the Woodsman said.

“And approximately what was the percentage of correct guesses?” Wolf asked.

“None have guessed,” the Woodsman said.

Tony leaned over and peered at the cap. There was a white strip On it that clearly had the Woodsman’s name written on it. Wolf strained to see it, but shook his head.

Tony inched closer.

“I may be blind,” the Woodsman said, “but my hearing is excellent. Move any closer to it and I’ll chop your friend’s head off.”

Virginia was very cold. The Huntsman still had his crossbow in his hands, bolt pointed out the window.

“Who is this Queen?” Virginia asked. “How can you serve somebody who made you kill your own son?”

“It was my destiny to kill my son. And hers to ask me.” He spoke so calmly. Then, slowly, he turned the crossbow toward her.

“You’re crazy,” Virginia said. “Everyone in this whole place is crazy.”

“Everything that is meant to happen will always happen, no matter what we do,” the Huntsman said. “Just as it is my destiny to kill you now.”

He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her until she bent her legs. He kept pushing until she knelt before him. He pressed the crossbow against her forehead. She could feel the coldness of the wood.

“Who are you?” the Huntsman asked.

“I am nobody,” Virginia said. “I swear I’m nobody.” “Then I will kill you.”

He had drawn the string back when suddenly a tiny bell went off. He brought the crossbow down.

“I have business to attend to,” the Huntsman said.

He grabbed twine from a nearby table and wrapped it around her wrists, binding her to the railing in one fluid movement. He didn’t make a knot.

“I will finish your interrogation later. If you attempt to break the twine, it will pull tighter and slice your wrists open and you will bleed to death.

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