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The BloodVaine Epic

Chapter 91: A Change In Plans





       As the red sun dipped into the horizon, a single red cart drawn by a black horse approached the firm gates of the Falcon Spire. The cart looked like so many other carts that traversed Falconis City, with it’s brown spoke-wheels and limited cargo wrapped in coarse burlap. The person driving the cart was not a Black Falcon soldier, instead, it was a woman dressed in alluring folds of cloth, perfume reeking from her. As the cart approached, two guards stepped forward, brandishing their pikes.
       “Ho there, missy! What business do you have ‘ere?” asked the stouter of the guards.
       The women blinked her heavily made-up eyes. “Why...the Marquis requires my services, good sirs.”
       The guards looked at one another knowledgably. Just another one of Durlass’ prostitutes.
       “What’s in the cart?” snapped the shorter and keener guard.
       “My supplies...herbs...fruit...and other pleasures the Marquis requires.” replied the woman smoothly.
       The perfume wafting over the two guards was beginning to get nauseating.
       “Right then, go on in…” coughed a guard, signaling to others in the gatehouse.
       The portcullis lifted slowly and the cart passed through, leaving a trail of gaudy scent. Once out of sight, the burlap cover was thrown back and a figure emerged, fighting the urge to gag.
       “Holy intellebrix, Vander, that stuff is plain tyco awful!”
       The woman scowled. “I don’t mind it much, but that’s ‘cause I stuffed my nostrils with garlic beforehand."
       The Lone Falcon muttered something under his breath and pulled out a key. “Come on now, let’s go.”
       He consulted a map provided by Lord Drakko and gestured. “This way.”
       The Lone Falcon, posing as a common guard escorting the prostitute to the Marquis’ chambers led the way through the weaving corridors. Left, right, right, right, up two flights of stairs, left, right, left, wrong turn, backtrack, right up another flight, left, right, right again.
       “There.” sighed the Lone Falcon, “That’s the room.”
       He slunk off into the shadows as the made-up Vanderdious knocked twice and entered. After few breathless moments, Vanderdious reappeared.
       “He’s not there!” he said, his powered face white. He’s gone, looks like he packed up and skived off!”
       “Megabloks...go back down to the cart and wait there...I’ll poke about some.”
       Vanderdious nodded and left. The Lone Falcon studied the map again and made his way to the barracks. Among the confusion of drinking and gambling, he was not noticed. T he Lone Falcon deposited himself in a corner and listened. He got what he wanted.
       “Awe, shuddup, it’s true!”
       “The king dead, I don’t believe yer!”
       “I was there when the Marquis was informed, I tell ‘e! Falconis kicked the bucket less than a day ago on the battle field, seems the shifty-brick Black Knights and Classics were too much!”
       “And the Marquis’ escorting the Prince to the battlefield now, ye say?”
       “Aye, that tis! Tyco brat hasn’t got the brains to go by himself, so he needs the Marquis to hold ‘is hand an’ lead ‘im!”
       “Careful now, you speak of treason now, that brat is now the king!”
       Ten minutes later, the Lone Falcon was back under the burlap and riding away from the Falcon Spire, gagging on Vanderdious’ perfume. He had not counted on this turn of events, and now the Rebels would have to rethink their plans. Fast.

       It was the following morning. After the failed assassination attempt on the Marquis d’Durlass, an emergency meeting had been called by the Lone Falcon.
       “There has been...a change in plans.” began the Lone Falcon carefully, “The Marquis still lives, and is now with Prince Hindrich in Limtol. We were too late.”
       The expected gasps greeted this pronouncement.
       Mayriz asked, “Is all lost then?”
       “No.” affirmed the Lone Falcon, “Not all is lost. We will have to scale back on the overthrow of this government until Dametreos settles back into sync. Bersun’s army should have made contact with the Allied Army by now, and I have sent Freena to him to alert him of this setback. Bersun and his army is to discard Falcon garments and emblems and to hide among the Allies as Bulls. We cannot allow word of our aiding the Allies reach the Marquis. If the Marquis knew of our existence, he could squash us instantly.”
       “Surely the Falcons know of the Bulls existence, however?” queried Gaffner.
       The Lone Falcon shrugged, “Let us pray they forget...winter is approaching and every faction, even the Black Falcons, will need to prepare for it. There also may be some friction between the Royals and the Falcons. Technically, the Royals are now under the rule of King Falconis XXIX, but the new Classic Emperor, who ever he may be, might order the Falcons to return the land, since they captured it under the illegal rule of BloodVaine. While this dispute continues, the Bulls will slink away until spring.”
       “Then what is the immediate plan?” asked Vanderdious.
       “The Resistance will split in two; us and Lord Drakko will stay here, at the Falcon Spire, and Bersun, Mills, Xoneyur and the rest will hide with the Bulls. I fear Bersun will have to manage for himself after the winter storms hit, for carrier birds will not be able to fly, and constant messengers would look suspicious.”
       “There are rumors of a rogue militarist, Martin Humboldt, who is trying to make a power grab at the Falcon Throne. His reasons are unclear.”
       “If he is no better than Falconis XXVIII, then he’ll meet the same fate,” growled Forden.
       The Lone Falcon nodded. “Correct. However I don’t see how anyone could be as bad as Falconis XXVIII.”

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