After a few hours, there was a knock on the door. “That’ll be the twins,” Brian whispered. “Dusk is coming, so they want to make sure their mother is safe.”
Risoart nodded knowingly. He made hand motions to his men to stand on either side of the door.
“It’s me,” Carlyle’s voice called out. “I’m back.”
Brian went to open the door. He lifted up the bar, and pulled the door back. Once the door was opened, Brian stepped to the side of the cave so Carlyle couldn't see him.
Carlyle noticed that the door had opened, but he couldn’t see anyone. “Mother, are you there? Where is--.”
Carlyle stepped in, and was instantly grabbed by the two men standing behind him. They bound him with ropes, while Brian and Risoart put a bag over Carlyle’s head. Carlyle struggled, but the four men quickly overpowered him. Carlyle never even got a chance to draw his sword. The soldiers were professionals, and within a couple minutes, Carlyle was bound and gagged.
Then, Brian saw something that he had not noticed before. There was another boy who was standing in the doorway--another boy who had come along with Carlyle. Brian recognized his son, Alfred.
Alfred stood in shock as he watched what his father had done to Carlyle. then, he turned and ran.
“Wait, Alfred, stop you fool!” Brian called out after him. “It’s almost dark. Don’t run away. Come inside where it’s safe.”
But Alfred was already disappearing into the dusk.
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