Knight's Justice: Age Of Magic - A Kurtherian Gambit Series (Tales of the Wellspring Knight Book 3) by P.J. Cherubino & Michael Anderle

Author:P.J. Cherubino & Michael Anderle [Cherubino, P.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2018-05-07T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Just So Crazy Moxy Might Make It Work, Under the Wilfred Estate

Moxy let her body turn translucent even though wearing her light leather armor diminished the effect. She was still harder to see. She smelled fear in the air from the men she slashed and cut, since they weren’t quite sure what they were seeing before it was too late.

Just as they had planned, she led the troops to the estate’s jail. Their mission was to free the captured guards.

They hadn’t lost anyone, but they had taken a beating along the way. Now they were below grade, and they paused in a broad hallway.

When Moxy shouted, her high voice sounded like lead crystal shattering against the rough, damp stone walls. “Hold here!”

The nervous fighters lined both sides of the hallway, making it look like a confined parade. Swords and crossbows bristled.

“Why stop?” someone exclaimed more than asked. “The cells are that way.”

“Wounded,” Moxy shouted, “come to me!”

“No time for this!” James argued nervously.

“Make time,” Moxy demanded. Four bleeding men pushed through the crowd and she stuffed moss into wounds and gave a couple of the heavier bleeders two drops of a foul-smelling tincture. “Try not to vomit,” she advised. “This will slow the bleeding.”

“Done,” Moxy shouted, managing to take most of the tension out of her voice. “Let’s go. Wounded, stay in the middle!”

She took point again and led the charge down the hall. Two terrified guards squared off against a throng of angry attackers.

“St-stop…” the braver of the two said.

Moxy stepped forward within sword-striking distance. She let her skin return to normal and crossed her arms over her chest. “Really, guys?” she asked with a single arched eyebrow. “You don’t have to die this way. Come on, now…”

Their swords dropped with a clatter. “Smart move,” James said. He stepped forward and gestured toward the door made of heavy steel bars. “Open it.”

The guard fumbled with the keys, but managed to get the door open. James pushed him forward. “You know what we want.”

“They’re down here,” the jailer said in a trembling voice. “But we—”

James wasn’t the only one to gasp when he saw a group of bloodied men in tattered clothes lying on the floor or sitting on benches or slumped against the walls.

James bellowed and slammed the jailer against the wall, putting his sword to his throat. “Fucking animals! These men are Civil Guard just like you! No, you don’t deserve that title anymore.”

Moxy cursed and grabbed the keys. “Damn it, James, dead men don’t open doors.”

One of the prisoners stumbled up to Moxy. “I know which one,” he said, and Moxy gave him the keys. Although his face was swollen and covered in blood, his hands were steady. He put his arm through the bars and unlocked the door as if he had done it all his life. He probably imagined doing just that for days.

“Don’t judge them,” the man said. His voice was surprisingly clear considering how many teeth were missing. “They made a horrible mistake, and they know it now.

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