The Sword and the Sorcerer Page #5

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you will be my queen.

[Sword clanks

back into sheath]

Nothing can force me

to marry you.

Not even the life

of your brother?

[Man yelling]

[Door closes]

[Chuckling]

[Moaning]

Your majesty.

Your majesty.

Elizabeth, this is

no place for you.

I've brought you

some food and wine.

You've labored long.

I thought you'd be hungry.

Hungry, indeed,

but not for food.

Dear elizabeth, your new life

as my consort suits you fine.

I was meant to be yours,

my king.

[Yelling]

[Laughing]

Leave us, verdugo.

[Yells]

So, prince,

are you going to tell me

where xusia is?

What are you talking about?

Oh, mikah!

How else could this

rabble uprising grow thus far?

Xusia must be behind it.

He's the only one

who could truly challenge me.

You're being challenged

by a myth.

Xusia of delos died...

a thousand years ago.

[Groans]

I, myself, raised xusia

from the dead.

Little did i know

what i let loose upon the world.

A wild tale.

It's no tale.

I've stalked xusia

for ten years,

watching for signs

of his devilish work.

- He's using you as a pawn

to gain control of my kingdom.

- Your kingdom?

Nothing you call yours

is truly yours, cromwell.

My god, man, there is

a demon in our midst,

and he is the leader

of your cause.

Now you tell us

where he is and save us all.

I am the only leader

of this rebellion.

Very well.

There must be someone.

A mentor,

an advisor perhaps.

There is no one.

He may not look

like a demon.

In human form,

he could look like anyone.

But there'd be traces

of a serpent in his face,

wildness of a jackal

in his eyes.

You're mad.

Perhaps.

[Grunting]

What's the matter?

I'm too old for this.

Come on.

I'll help you.

I can't take another step.

I'm not leaving you here.

Go on. Save yourself.

I'll carry you.

Come on.

Over here. Come on.

Let's go over here.

Is this the only way

into the dungeons?

Yes, my lord.

Don't call me that.

What a place.

How much further is it?

A hidden entrance

into the dungeon is

only a little further.

[Rattling]

What is it?

What do you hear?

Is someone...

listen.

[Rattling continues]

[Yells]

Move!

[Rats screeching]

[Rodrigo]

You go first, warrior.

Perhaps we should wait

for you here...

to guard the escape.

You do that.

[Men murmuring]

Quiet.

You want to get us caught?

There are guards everywhere.

Rodrigo.

Where are you going?

Stop, or your

leader dies.

[Gulps]

[Gasps]

My luck rots.

Blast!

[Knock on door]

Get the door, governor.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Choking]

Throw back the bolt.

[Keys jingling]

Warrior?

It's me... rodrigo.

What the devil

are you doing here?

Cromwell's men

were waiting for us

at the sewer opening.

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