Saving the Kingdom with the Knight's Squire

Chapter 3

Rohea thought that it would be better if they rode off and camped a distance away, since the night was still young, and their current campsite was in an apparently unsafe location. However, since Puccar appeared to be blinded, he decided that it would be better to wait for daylight to see if Puccar's eyesight would return. Even if it did not, travelling in the day light would be easier for Maes and himself.

Rohea and Maes helped Puccar get settled in, and Rohea took first watch. He kept looking over to Puccar, sometimes to check to make sure that Puccar was still alive, and other times wondering how Puccar was still alive.

Suddenly, when Rohea was looking at Puccar, Puccar sat upright. Puccar turned towards one side of their camp and said, "Beware, mages approach!"

Rohea stood up and drew his sword and shield. He walked quickly over to Maes and shook her awake.

"Huh? Wha-" Maes started.

"Mages," Rohea whispered. "Puccar must have heard something."

Maes quickly got up and reached for her short sword and shield. Puccar remained seated and turned towards Rohea and Maes.

"I don't think that I'll be of much use in battle, but I would be grateful if either of you could hand me my sword and shield," Puccar said.

Maes retrieved Puccar's belongings and handed them to him, helping him get the shield securely strapped to his left hand.

"Be careful that you don't strike either of us," Rohea admonished.

The trio prepared for an attack by the supposed mages, but the forest appeared to be quiet, with only the rustling of leaves and scurrying of small animals in the night.

Rohea said, "It may have been nothing. I will go look around while you two stay here."

A loud voice carried over from the distance, "Surrender now, and we will make your deaths swift."

"Who goes there? Show yourself!" Rohea shouted in return.

"We do not answer to you, dark practitioner!" the voice replied.

"Mages! I am Sir Rohea of Wollior. Identify yourselves."

"Sir Rohea, you say?" the voice questioned. "Prove it."

"Come here and you can see for yourself. Surely one of you must have been in court and will recognize me," Rohea challenged.

"Very well," a different, female voice answered. "I will ascertain his identity."

"No," the first voice said. "It could be a trap!"

There was some rustling of the grass nearby, and a robed figured walked towards the campsite. The woman was of medium build, and her robe was gray but elegant. A hood covered her face, but Rohea could tell from her walking gait that she was young, or middle-aged at most.

Rohea turned towards her, so that she could have a good look at his face. The woman approached him but kept a safe distance. Then, she removed her hood. Rohea's first impression was right – the woman was young, barely past her teens. However, although the woman appeared to recognize him, Rohea did not find her a familiar face in court.

"He speaks the truth," the woman called out. "He is Sir Rohea."

More rustlings came from two directions, and two more hooded figures appeared. They too removed their hoods as they approached the campsite. One – the voice that Rohea had previously heard – was a middle-aged man in a brown robe, and the other was a young man in his teens. Rohea supposed that the young man and the woman were the middle-aged man's apprentices.