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piosenniel · 07-14-2003, 02:23 PM

‘We’ll start now,’ returned Halfred to Cami’s question. She glanced up at Mithadan to confirm this statement and he nodded his head yes. ‘Mister Mithadan has laid out a plan for us, and having considered it, I think it will work well.’ Cami glance up again to the man standing behind the Shiriff, but he only raised his brows at this assessment of his strategy, then urged Halfred to carry on.

Halfred hunkered down in a patch of moonlight and picking up a short stick from the ground, drew a crude map of where they would be going. ‘We’ll keep to the Great East Road, here,’ he said, tracing a long line in the dirt. Once we reach Bree-land we’ll turn off here at the south gate of Bree and head south east.’

Mithadan crouched down beside the Shiriff and sketched in the outline of the plantation. ‘It’s a large plantation,’ he said. ‘The north gate, the main entrance is here. And down here in the southern end is the cottage where the children are kept.’ He looked eastward, his grey eyes cold in the moonlight. ‘There are a large number of men who work the plantation. We will need to draw them away from the southern end. That is where Piosenniel will be. And Bird also,’ he said speaking to Cami. ‘We need to give them enough time to get the children out and away.’

‘Yes,’ broke in Halfred, pointing to the main entrance. ‘And that’s where we come in, we need to raise a ruckus here and get them riled up enough to come after us. Some of us will do that while others of us hide in ambush to pick the Big Folk off.’

‘For the most part,’ added Mithadan, they are a band of lazy louts and cravens. Stoatie will push them on against us, and they will do his bidding. Once he is removed as their goad, their resistance will fade away rapidly.’ He stood up, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his blade, the fierce look on his face making his intention clear. Halfred opened his mouth to say something further. Thinking better of it, he whistled for Dumpling, his pony, and mounted up. ‘Let’s go then,’ he called out to the group. ‘Mount up! We’re bound for Bree.’

Down the road they flew, the clatter of the ponies’ hooves ringing loud on the dark road.

Piosenniel! We are riding east now. Will contact you when we have arrived . . .

[ July 15, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-14-2003, 02:23 PM	#53
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘We’ll start now,’ returned Halfred to Cami’s question. She glanced up at Mithadan to confirm this statement and he nodded his head yes. ‘Mister Mithadan has laid out a plan for us, and having considered it, I think it will work well.’ Cami glance up again to the man standing behind the Shiriff, but he only raised his brows at this assessment of his strategy, then urged Halfred to carry on. Halfred hunkered down in a patch of moonlight and picking up a short stick from the ground, drew a crude map of where they would be going. ‘We’ll keep to the Great East Road, here,’ he said, tracing a long line in the dirt. Once we reach Bree-land we’ll turn off here at the south gate of Bree and head south east.’ Mithadan crouched down beside the Shiriff and sketched in the outline of the plantation. ‘It’s a large plantation,’ he said. ‘The north gate, the main entrance is here. And down here in the southern end is the cottage where the children are kept.’ He looked eastward, his grey eyes cold in the moonlight. ‘There are a large number of men who work the plantation. We will need to draw them away from the southern end. That is where Piosenniel will be. And Bird also,’ he said speaking to Cami. ‘We need to give them enough time to get the children out and away.’ ‘Yes,’ broke in Halfred, pointing to the main entrance. ‘And that’s where we come in, we need to raise a ruckus here and get them riled up enough to come after us. Some of us will do that while others of us hide in ambush to pick the Big Folk off.’ ‘For the most part,’ added Mithadan, they are a band of lazy louts and cravens. Stoatie will push them on against us, and they will do his bidding. Once he is removed as their goad, their resistance will fade away rapidly.’ He stood up, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his blade, the fierce look on his face making his intention clear. Halfred opened his mouth to say something further. Thinking better of it, he whistled for Dumpling, his pony, and mounted up. ‘Let’s go then,’ he called out to the group. ‘Mount up! We’re bound for Bree.’ Down the road they flew, the clatter of the ponies’ hooves ringing loud on the dark road. Piosenniel! We are riding east now. Will contact you when we have arrived . . . [ July 15, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.