Charles and Harold quickly woke up to go search for the important person. They said goodbye to Ron, who had to work, and headed outside. It was a clear, even magical morning, with the fresh mountain wind blowing refreshingly on their faces. The friends tried to understand what kind of person they were looking for - young or old? Short or tall? Was it even a person?
Charles, with his trusted sock, and Harold, with his most trustworthy eye, examined the overgrown docks of the North. They scanned the area, looking for any interesting ships or sailors. The docks were empty this morning, as all the fishermen were likely out at sea fishing.
Just when it seemed like there was no special sailor in the village, the friends noticed something at the end of the street. Near the docks stood a well-dressed and elderly man, with a monocle. It seemed like he was from Great Britain. Next to him was a medium-sized ship, about half the size of the "Eye of the Storm". Charles and Harold approached to inspect the situation.
"Good day! Are you by chance a famous sailor who could possibly take us to St. Crelius?" Harold dryly asked the gentleman.
"How interesting, a direct and unusual question, yes!" replied the old sailor. "I am aware that I will have to take two famous travelers to the port of St. Crelius, it is my honor!"
Charles and Harold looked at each other. "We are not exactly famous..."
"Nonsense, you are famous," the sailor said confidently.
"Well then, when do we depart?" Charles inquired.
"Right now! Just come aboard!" the famous sailor invited the travelers onto his gleaming ship deck with a polite gesture.
Once aboard, the friends were immediately drawn to the beautifully polished floor and the symmetrical design of the ship - there was an equal number of portholes in each corner. There were also other people on the ship, it was the sailor's crew.
"Welcome, guests. Let me introduce myself, I am GilliOn Cortez. And this is my assistant, Maximilian Fosh," the old sailor began.
"Hello, you can just call me Maks Fosh," the captain's assistant added with a smile.
GilliOn then introduced the friends to the other 5 members of the ship crew, but Charles and Harold only remembered the captain's and the assistant's names.
"Now, you dirty rat pack, take your seats!" GilliOn commanded the ship's crew sternly.
"Where are our seats?" Charles and Harold didn't understand.
"Since you are guests, your seats are in the lounge," Cortez replied gently.
After a few deep breaths, the anchor was raised, and the sails were unfurled. The ship set sail into the sea at full speed! The friends were taken to the lounge at the end of the ship. It was cozy, with a large, round table in the center, and several soft English armchairs. There were also some exotic plants in the room, and a miniature world map on the wall with markings.
"Please, have a seat," GilliOn welcomed the guests warmly. "Now, would you like tea or coffee?" Charles and Harold each gave their preference. "Understood," the captain said, and went to fetch the orders.
He was back remarkably quickly with steaming cups of coffee and tea. Everyone was seated, GilliOn had tea in front of him, Charles had tea and Harold had coffee. In the center of the table was a basket of cookies.
Approximately one day until Saint Crucible. - Cortez, loudly sipping volcanic tea, exited. - If my compass is showing correctly. - he added. Charles and Harold couldn't understand the connection with the compass, but they still nodded in agreement.
Have you been to Saint Crucible? - Charles asked the first thing that came to mind.
Yes, oh, I have been there several times.
Then tell me what it's like there, and what transportation options there are, so we know approximately what to do after arriving. - Charles continued with questions.
There are many large buildings, especially at Big Docks, and the transportation options are trains and carriages. - Gilius told about Saint Crucible.
Big Docks? - Harold asked.
Yes, that's exactly what I said, they are docks, but they are just absolutely huge and modern, and busy as well. - Gilius defined the unfamiliar word.
After the first round of conversation, everyone fell silent. Charles studied the map on the wall, Harold looked at the open North Sea, and Gilius pondered over his empty tea cup. The only sound was the gentle waves of the sea. Gilius cleared his throat.
So, I have something to tell you. - the famous captain began. - I really don't like to speculate about such nonsense, but... There are rumors going around that the recently demolished Berginham Tower was brought down by two locals. If I'm not mistaken, one was called Charles, and the other Harold, and it wasn't you two?
Harold glanced at him, then at Charles, and whispered in his friend's ear. - What should we tell him? How much should we reveal? - Charles took a deep breath and called Harold aside so Gilius wouldn't overhear their conversation.
We have to be honest and tell the truth. - Charles whispered.
But what if he decides to turn us in for some silly reward money? - Harold nervously whispered back.
Gilius is an honest man, at least that's how it looks, he won't turn us in, especially considering what he's doing in some small town in Germany. - Charles concluded after a long pause.
The secret conversation between the two friends was over, and now they returned to the tidy table. Gilius, with expectant eyes, looked at them. It wasn't easy to say it, but...
Yes, it was us. - Charles said firmly and bluntly, and started quietly sipping his cold tea.
Hmm, understood… well, everything is fine, it just means... that you'll have to be careful if you ever go back to that little town. - Gilius said thankfully, only saying that much.
It was good that Gilius Cortez wouldn't turn them over to the Berginham police, it immediately made the friends feel relieved. Harold finally decided to taste his coffee. It was black, really black. He took a good gulp before realizing what kind of coffee it was.
It was as bitter as the souls of the worst people. Harold felt a sudden surge of energy. Energy almost electric. It gave him new, previously unfelt powers. Then Harold spat it out, but the bitter and strong aftertaste remained in his mouth.
Oh, I forgot to mention that our coffee is the strongest and most bitter in the world, there is no stronger coffee than this. My team and I love it, because of its magical and healing powers. - Gilius said, and immediately pulled out a pocket handkerchief, or rather a pocket cloth, and started wiping the coffee spilled table with it.
Throughout the remaining days they had helped some of their ship crew members. At night, they slept in a guest cabin. And now the morning of the next day had arrived.
Do you think we will be there soon? - Charles skeptically looked at the captain.
Gillions pulled out a spyglass from his pocket and looked towards the sea in the distance with it. Then he put the spyglass back in his pocket.
Yes, we are already starting to see the coast of Saint Crele, today we will arrive there. - he finally said.
Herold, Charles, and Gillions Cortez all stood at the edge of the ship, looking into the distance, towards the southeast.
Have I told you about the interesting history of Saint Crele? - Gillions asked. Both friends shook their heads dismissively. - Well then, I'll tell you while we wait. Saint Crele was established in 1201 by refugees from Spain. The city was part of the Netherlands for a long time, but in 1568 Spain captured the Netherlands for the first and only time, only taking Saint Crele. It is not clear to which country the city really belongs, as the Netherlands never officially regained it. In the city, the Spanish and Dutch have created their own united culture, which is only found in this city, - the captain finished the history lesson.
Really? That's interesting. - Charles pondered everything he had heard.
Thanks for the history lesson, otherwise we would never have known! - Herold said.
That same day at noon, they arrived at Saint Crele. Charles and Herold both sat at a wooden table in the relaxation room, which somewhat resembled a corner. When the anchor was dropped and the ship was securely tied to the dock, both friends got up and went to explore the new city.
Outside, it was bustling with maritime civilization, and the docks and city surroundings were busy. The friends descended the stairs from Gillions' ship. When they were already standing on the dock, Captain Gillions joined them.
It was a lot of fun sailing with you through the wild and unpredictable North Sea! Now we will scatter through the city with the crew, and we will also stay here for a few days, but you will continue on your way, right? - the captain said.
We should find a place to settle in. - Charles thought to himself, but Gilions said. - Yes, let's look around the city a bit, and then we'll move on, our next destination is Luxembourg.
Well then, safe travels! - Gillions wished, and they said goodbye. Max Foss also managed to run down the stairs and bid them farewell.
It seemed like they had just met this wonderful sailor recently, but now they had to part ways, so sad! Nothing, they will definitely meet many other cool people. Charles and Herold walked through the narrow and rocky streets of the city. Along the way, they admired the local architecture, which combined German and Romance styles in one, somewhat reminiscent of home. Most of the buildings were quite overgrown, but it was beautiful. It seemed that the locals valued nature.
Gillions had managed to give his friends some snacks, strong coffee, and Spanish doubloons. They shouldn't worry about things like that for a while.
As they walked, they met a Spanish man with a horse and carriage not far from the port.
The trip to Luxembourg, through Wallonia, only cost 20 Spanish doubloons. - he called out as he passed by his friends.
They stopped as if rooted to the ground, this was a unique opportunity to get where they needed to be! Charles and Harold, speaking in Spanish, discussed and agreed on the route. Charles paid with Spanish doubloons and got into the vehicle. Harold asked if there was another, faster mode of transportation, like a train, that could take them there, but the Spaniard firmly refused. Perhaps Gillion had lied to them, or maybe this Spaniard was just trying to save his business from modernization.
Charles and Harold were the only passengers until a lady arrived. She was elegantly dressed in a refined Dutch dress, and she also had a snakeskin handbag. She greeted both men in Spanish. For some reason, she did not have to pay. Perhaps she and the coachman were acquainted? No one will ever really know.
Suddenly, the Spanish coachman shouted to the powerful horse, and the carriage moved. The journey to Luxembourg had officially begun!
After a torturously long traffic of horses, they were finally out of the city territory, confirmed by the faded "Saint Crelia" sign. They were now driving through the wild Dutch countryside. There was no sign of human or buildings nearby, only flocks of birds, deer herds, vast fields, meadows, and even forests.
Unbelievable that all this beauty would soon be flooded. - Charles lamented sadly to Harold.
What? Oh, yes, there's a lot to say about the climate, after all, I should know this because one of the subjects I studied at university was climatology, but I don't remember much of what I learned, since there has been no need to apply that knowledge. - Harold complained.
Ignoring Harold's complaints, Charles continued to enjoy the fresh country air. Until they reached the railway line, and the carriage had to stop because a train was near.
Ten minutes, more or less. - the carriage driver announced, it seemed like they would spend a considerable amount of time there, doing nothing.
The locomotive passed by, followed by an endless line of wagons loaded with various products - agricultural goods, weapons, and, of course, valuable minerals. The elegant lady, being the third passenger, pulled out a piece of paper and two pens from her bag. A dangerous combination.
Would any of the gentlemen like to play tic-tac-toe? - the lady asked in Spanish.
Charles and Harold, with great pleasure, agreed. They took turns playing against the Spanish lady, who, as it turned out, was a world champion in tic-tac-toe. While the trio was deeply engrossed in the game, the carriage driver, with a straw in his mouth, decided to take a walk along the railway line to pass the time.
After about 25 minutes, the locomotive was gone. The problem now was that the driver had not returned. Charles, Harold, and the Spanish lady began to worry and decided to go look for him, as they couldn't just sit and wait. They didn't have time to wait.
Roberto! - the Spanish lady called out.
As it turned out, that was the coachman's name. The two scientists also started calling out the lost driver's name. Before they knew it, they had wandered deeply into the nearby forest, searching for their companion. The ground beneath their feet became muddier and softer, revealing footprints. They began to follow them, and soon came to a small clearing.
Roberto was lying on the ground, pretending to be dead. On the other side of the clearing was a two-meter tall grizzly bear. All three of them stopped as if frozen, staring. They didn't know whether to run or continue playing dead. The bear got down on all fours, as if it was about to start running towards them. Instead, the bear indifferently glanced at the newcomers and then disappeared back into the thick forest.
"Mama mia!" exclaimed Roberto.
"Mama mia? Do the Italians say that by any chance?" Herold wondered, but Roberto just looked confused and stared at him.
The elegant lady helped Roberto to get up. They all started walking back to the carriage, trying to forget the strange encounter with the bear. Finally out of the forest and back at the carriage, something was still missing. Everyone, except Roberto, understood what exactly was missing.
"My horse!" he shouted in horror in his native language.
Having had enough of the bear incident, he decided to stay at the carriage and watch over it. Meanwhile, the others went to search for the horse. Hopefully, the nearby bear hadn't harmed it. Two men and a lady stepped over the tracks and began to follow a trail. They found the horse by a overgrown and marshy pond, where it was drinking water.
Now they had to take it back to the carriage. Easier said than done. Charles and Herold tried to pull the disobedient horse by the torn reins around its neck. The horse didn't budge an inch. Then the Spanish lady approached the horse, called out to it in a soft tone, and it started magically following her. The friends could only stare in disbelief at her superpower.
Once everyone - the driver and his horse - were in their places, the journey could continue! The horse, with great effort, crossed over the railroad and soon was on the other side of the sandy road.
"I'm hungry!" said Herold after a few seconds.
"Hush! You will definitely get food in this century," Charles retorted sarcastically.
After less than an hour, the Spanish carriage crossed the guarded border of the Valonian state. The border guards watched the colorful group strangely but still opened the country's gates. The entrance fee was 1 Spanish doubloon per passenger, and surprisingly, identification documents were not requested.
Almost right after the border, there was a small border town with an inn. Roberto, unanimously, took everyone to the border inn. There they finally relaxed, rested, and had some fun.
Once all the punch had been eaten and drinks had been had, the journey resumed. The rest of the journey went smoothly, without any hiccups, just occasional stops to use the green toilet.
The travelers spent the night in the carriage, which also doubled as a tent. It was a big surprise for everyone. Roberto just smiled at their amazed faces.
The next morning they started the last leg of their journey. After a few hours, they reached the border of Luxembourg. At the border control point, they were allowed in for free because Roberto's carriage was registered in Spain's overseas territories. Luxembourg had very good relations with Spain, so neither money nor documents were required.
Once in Luxembourg, they had to drive less than 60 kilometers through rural areas. After this overly long and stressful journey, they finally reached their final destination - the capital city of Luxembourg!
Entering the city, a grand view of a powerful castle opened up - possibly a royal residence. The whole city was so connected that it looked like one large building. Various bridges connected all the city's buildings, and the bridges themselves were like buildings. It was simply fascinating.
In the cobblestone streets of Luxembourg, people spoke mainly Luxembourgish, French, and German, which both Charles and Harold understood.
Roberto turned away from the main street and turned into a side street, where it was less busy. There he dropped off his loyal passengers.
Adios! - Charles and Harold, at the same time, bid farewell to the respected driver and even more respected lady, and they themselves went in a completely different direction than they.
The mighty stone buildings rose above everything and everyone nearby. Friends could not find a building that was lower than three floors. The buildings had dozens of wooden supports, which also doubled as décor. The street lamps were like works of art, with so many details!
After an unknown amount of time, the two friends found themselves in a thick crowd of people. They were both confused when everyone around them started calling out - Charles, Harold! Charles, Harold!
Charles suddenly remembered what Gilions had told them. He had said that they were famous there. This was perhaps because of Kraken. Charles and Harold just continued to push their way through the crowd, signing autographs along the way, of course. There was cheering and joy all around.
Suddenly, in front of the friends stood a dignified figure, with a crown on his head. It was clear that this was the King of Luxembourg. This was the first time in their lives that the friends had come face to face with a monarch.
Good day, would you like to attend today's celebration in your honor? - the king asked with a royal air.
Clearly, "no" couldn't be said in any case. The friends unanimously, one after the other, agreed, as this was their party after all. The friends shook the king's mighty hand. He then led them into a place where others were not allowed access. The crowd stayed behind the gates.
They were quietly led through the royal garden, where there were flowers that Charles had never even dreamt of. The king led them into an elegant building hidden behind the garden.
The friends were amazed when they found themselves in the royal hotel rooms.
What does it all mean? - Harold pondered.
Obviously, one of our travel companions must have blabbed about finding Kraken and the battle. - Charles replied matter-of-factly.
Is that good or bad?
I don't know. - Charles decisively stated.
While there was still time, the friends decided to explore the hotel room. All the walls of their room were royally red. In the living room, there was a powerful sofa with golden trim. Next to the sofa was an expensive, polished wooden table. The room had a magnificent window overlooking a fairytale garden. In the adjacent room, which was the bedroom, there were two neatly made beds, each at the end of the room. The cloud-like pillows on them were so soft! In the second adjacent room, there was a bathroom. There was a golden toilet and a small spa. Charles and Harold already knew they would like it there.
This was the long-awaited relaxation they had earned. They enjoyed the comfortable sofa, cozy beds, and refreshing spa. The whole rest was so nice that they almost forgot about the evening event where they were the main heroes.
Charles, an hour before the event, began to dress. He ran a golden comb through his thin, gray hair. He then sprayed a generous dose of rosy perfume that was in the bathroom. Meanwhile, Herold lay in the royal bed.
Stop lounging around! We have a very important event ahead of us! - Charles called out to his friend, who still heard nothing in his sleep.
After half an hour, Herold finally got up from his winter slumber. Then he began to dress for Luxembourg, and also for the grandest festivities. Soon both gentlemen were ready for their appearance. Coming out of the elegant house, they took a short stroll through the fairytale garden. The city center was not far from here, you could already hear the heat of the celebration from here.
The friends did not know much about Luxembourg, but they knew that in the city center there were Plaz Guillame II, Palais Grand-Ducal, and Cathédrale Notre-Dome. These were all very important monuments of Luxembourg's history and culture. The friends couldn't wait to see them in real life if they had the chance.
Arriving in the central square, the two gentlemen heard music and people chatting. The King of Luxembourg appeared before them.
Good evening! It's nice that you decided to come. - the king said, treating the guests with sparkling water and cherry pastries.
Thank you for inviting us, Your Majesty. - Charles bowed.
Oh, you can do without these gestures, I am not that kind of king, I am equal to my people. - the king waved his hand.
We understand, but I don't really understand why we are such awaited guests. - Herold wondered.
Don't you know? You have become so prominent by being among the few who have encountered and documented the Kraken. And the first in this century to dare face it. - the king explained, taking a sip of water.
The friends didn't have time to respond, as the main festivities had already begun.
They had a specially laid out red carpet, which they began to walk gallantly and slowly on. Several balloons flew into the air. The square was filled with baroque style music and royal melodies. The sun was setting in the evening sky. At that moment, Charles and Herold had reached the peak of their careers.
The friends stopped and climbed onto the stage, where the king awarded them with the titles of "Best Scientist", "Luxembourg Honoree", and "Best Explorer". The awards were small trophies, but they were made of extremely precious minerals.
After the award ceremony, the king asked them to finish their walk on the red carpet, which stretched past the historical monuments mentioned earlier. The feelings were amazing, both for the honorees and the ordinary guests. People could see firsthand the heroes who were brave enough to face the Kraken. And Charles and Herold could feel what it was like to be heroes.
All the festivities went according to plan, but not for long. There was an explosion nearby. It happened right where the guard wall and gates of Luxembourg Central Square were located. The huge crowd fell silent, even the music stopped playing for a moment. All attention was now focused on the black cloud of smoke that billowed threateningly around the scene of the incident.
A figure emerged from the mist, wearing dark, almost black armor and colorful feathers on the helmet. A sword was tied to his back, shining in contrast to the fire. It was unmistakably... a raider!
Unlike other raiders, he did not have an "F" letter on his chest, but rather a "C" letter. That could only mean one thing - captain! This was confirmed by his hand gesture - a command, followed by several clanging of weapons and heavy marching. Through the open city wall, streams of raiders flooded in, all armed to the teeth!
As the wave of raiders pushed towards the crowd and the king's side, defenders from Luxembourg emerged from the audience ranks. They bravely ran towards the invaders. In a moment, both sides clashed in a great cloud of battle, from which bloody sounds emerged.
Charles and Harold, trained in the art of combat, also joined in. Each of them grabbed a sword, from the scabbard standing at the king's foot, in case of attack. They also each grabbed a wooden shield, intended for performance, but likely to be useful in real battle as well. Charles was a good fighter, with his great strength and intellect, while Harold made up for his small size and agility, and of course, intellect.
They charged into the heart of the battle, and on the left and right began striking down raiders.
Everything would have been fine if the raiders did not rise again. It seemed as if their sword strikes were as indifferent to them as flies.
I think we won't be able to hold them off for long! - Charles shouted over the noise of battle.
It's obvious why they are here, they want to capture us, we should run away! - Harold shouted back.
Unfortunately, they had no choice, they could only fight to the last. Charles faced a raider's sharp sword. Charles managed to grab it just before it hit his skull. He held the raider's sword, while Harold worked on the raider's legs, causing the raider to fall, unable to get back up.
In defending themselves, Charles accidentally threw away his sword and shield. Now Harold had to defend both himself and his friend, who had served him so well. All the Luxembourg guards lay on the ground, broken in battle, and quickly defeated. The king was somewhere lost, and the great crowd of people, as each saw fit, fought with all their hearts.
Suddenly, raiders surrounded both friends from all sides. Harold was completely exhausted from the fight, but the raiders looked as if they had just arrived. Charles, realizing that Harold could not defend either himself or him, quickly grabbed his friend's hand and ran out of the encirclement through an opening in the ranks.
They ran as fast as biologically possible. Along the way, they tripped a raider, knocking him down from his knees. Unbeknownst to them, their friends had started a large retreat. All the raiders' attention was on them. As there was no one left to delay the army, the raiders began to disperse throughout the city. They tried to surround their friends from all sides and attack them when the moment was right.
Charles and Harold ran, weaving through side streets. They had already passed half the city, soon they would be able to hide in the forest. But no! Ahead of them came a group of raiders, completely blocking their way forward.
Nothing, we turn around. - Charles concluded.
But it was also impossible, because another group of raiders appeared from behind. They were surrounded! Again!
Quick-thinking Charles whispered something to Harold, and they both started to climb up through stacked boxes, stairs, balconies, and even clotheslines. Luckily, they found themselves in a narrow alley, with a building on both sides, otherwise this plan would not work as well as black behind the nail. They climbed quickly and skillfully. The raiders didn't even have time to react, and they stood there like statues.
They hadn't even thought about this escape option.
Climbing towards the clouds, Charles and Harold had knocked down many flower pots, boxes, baskets, tables, or chairs. But it worked out for them because the falling debris hit the raiders, further disorienting them.
The two wise men had finally reached the roof of the building. They ran as if their legs couldn't stop, constantly looking back to see if the raiders were following. They were not, of course. Charles felt better - maybe they would be able to escape unnoticed from the city area and then hide in the forest.
The roof of the building was approaching its end, which meant only one thing - they would have to jump! Without hesitation, they did. Time seemed to briefly stop. The friends flew over a gap between two powerful buildings. Would they make it across?
They did, Charles wasn't worried about that. But what was on the other roof - where they would soon land? Oh no, there were some raiders standing there, and they had ropes ready for the friends to jump into!
Crap! They were trapped in the ropes! They resembled igloos, except metal spikes instead of ice. The two friends immediately tried to free themselves, but in vain.
One of the raiders grabbed Harold by his fragile body.
Hey, let me go, you idiot! - Harold kicked.
Of course, he didn't listen and instead pulled out a blade from his sheath. He put it against Harold's neck.
What are you doing? - Harold sounded scared.
The blade was quickly and forcefully thrust into Harold, creating a deep gash. Neither of the friends could do anything at that moment, or even speak. Harold was dragged to the edge of the crate, where he lay unconscious, most likely from shock.
What did you do!? - Charles angrily approached the wall and tried to confront the raider.
He simply punched the clever scientist with all his might. The blow made Charles fall unconscious to the ground.
Minutes, hours, and even days passed, nothing in the lives of Harold and Charles moved forward, they were just like furniture - lifeless and immobile.
***
It had been raining continuously for three days. Bridgton slowly began to realize that he was alive, but where he was and, most importantly, who he was, he still did not understand. The once dear man had disappeared.
Another presence was there with him in the "shelter", whom the raiders had taught. It looked very different from Charles. Bridgton had a feeling that he knew this stranger, but he didn't know, rather he didn't remember from where. In any case, he had not moved yet.
Charles had to go to university every day, where he and many others were trained by a captain. He taught them how to read, how to write, how to build, and how to fight. With each day, Charles became wiser, and now he could fully read the inscription on the wall. - G-l-o-r-ī, d-o, r-e-i-d-a-m. - he quietly read to himself. He didn't yet fully grasp the vocabulary, so he didn't understand everything, but he understood that it said "glory..." something.
He didn't understand what "Reidam" meant, it seemed like he had known it before, but had long since forgotten, yet he knew he should be afraid of it. After Charles had finished his brown tea, he, as usual, placed the mug against the rest of the wall. Then he went to his one-hour nap.
He couldn't sleep for long, as some noises from the other wall woke him up, maybe the third wall? He didn't know because he hadn't scratched the walls like some good people had done in other dwellings.
The noises grew louder, until they were unbearable, and the scientist had to get up. It turned out that the one making the noises was another resident of the dwelling - someone familiar. The sock-like figure suddenly woke up and took a deep breath, and loudly inhaled the air into his nose until he calmed down.
Good evening, sole lord! - Charles communicated in the language he had been taught, but the sock only exhaled incomprehensible sounds.
Oh, poor thing, you haven't learned how to speak yet. - Bridgeston thought, but then suddenly the sock exhaled a very familiar tone out of nowhere. - Charles!
Everything clicked for Charles, coherence started to flow back, like a river of events, and he saw his whole life in front of him, every event, up to the last coherent thought.
Herold Rimny! - Both of them wanted to hug each other, but the chains didn't allow it.
Another problem was that they didn't know how to communicate with each other. Herold spoke in a language Charles had long forgotten, while Charles spoke in the language he had been taught.
Then a thought crossed Charles' mind - write down what needs to be said on paper, maybe a friend will be able to read it. After writing down the message on a handkerchief with a metal pen, he showed it to Rimny. He didn't understand it, except for a few phrases that might have been similar to the alphabet he knew.
They had to make a lot of effort to hold a semi-coherent conversation. They didn't waste time with lies, and immediately started planning their escape plan. In the end, they had come up with the following plan:
Find out the exact location.
Sabotage during training.
Escape quietly.
Freedom! And probably pursuit.
Charles recovered part of his language from the conversation, which was English, but still couldn't carry on a full conversation. Maybe they weren't in agreement about the language or words, but they were definitely in agreement about one thing - Why? Why were the raiders tracking and capturing them? They might only find out after a long, long time...
Soon after, or rather after a lightning-fast hour, a call for classes was announced over the loudspeaker. Charles understood the announcement, but Herold did not. Bridgeston explained what was being said.
A raider entered their dwelling to escort them to class, as they did with everyone else. The prison complex was arranged so that everything they needed was in the center, surrounded by prisoner dwellings. Of course, everything was also fortified so that no one could come in or out.
This was Herold's first "lesson" since university, he didn't know what to expect. Walking into the training arena, Herold was once again under an open sky, but this time he was prepared. The floor of the training area was simply grass and sand, and in all four corners there were corridors leading to the central area.
Herold looked around nervously as everyone suddenly started warming up. "Warm-up," Charles reassured his friend.
Looking around, Herold realized that everyone had wooden swords and shields in their hands. The teacher on stage gave a loud and short command, after which the warm-up ended and everyone's attention focused on him.
The teacher began muttering something in a strange language, and everyone listened with utmost attention. Meanwhile, Herold examined the surroundings to figure out how to sabotage and escape. The big problem was that all the gates, walls, doors, and corners were guarded by guards. They were practically everywhere, except in the sky, luckily. The walls were unnaturally smooth, making it impossible to climb over them. The only thing that favored sabotage was the sandy and rocky ground, where one could find a decent stone here and there. Maybe someone could use it to provoke a chain reaction.
Herold thought about everything carefully and planned in his big mind. Finally, he was ready for sabotage! Herold whistled at the strong man standing in front of him, who, as intended, turned towards him. Herold pointed leftwards towards the man standing on the left. The big one attacked the smaller one, and a fight ensued.
Then Herold grabbed a mace, which was heavier than intended, but it was already too late. He swung the mace with all his might at someone's leg, who got angry and started fighting back.
The herald made a few more strikes against other prisoners. Then Rimnys called Charles, and they started to flee. The guards were too busy controlling the situation to catch the refugees, and soon the guards themselves began to be attacked. Both scientists managed to escape from the courtyard healthy and unharmed. They quickly ran through dimly lit corridors, towards the outer door. As the guards' attention was focused on the courtyard, the friends did not notice anyone outside the courtyard.
The friends broke through the loose entrance doors of the complex. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them, now through pine and fir thickets, and dense overgrown bushes. Friendly sirens could be heard behind them. The chase had begun.
The plan succeeded. - Charles, panting heavily, said: "Yes, but how long will we keep running? My whole body feels stiff! - Herold admitted. Charles held hands with his friend, so as not to lose a second. The sun was already setting when they escaped from the prison. They continued to run, slower and slower, and only stopped when the sky was just beginning to lighten in the early morning hours.
The main reason they stopped was because they could already see the remains of the city of Luxembourg beyond the tree trunks. It turned out that we were stuck in Germany, and somehow we found our way back to the city. - Charles thought. They were both so exhausted that when they found a half-ruined house, they ran inside and fell asleep immediately. The pursuers fell asleep panting, and woke up shortly after lunchtime.
The day had worn on, as always during the rainy season. The two friends stumbled along the stone paths, through ruined houses, not knowing what to do or where to go. They needed a hint by now, indicating where to go next, over and over again. Charles thought that it was actually pointless and hopeless. Traveling is fun, of course, but not when you're being chased by some black knights.
What do you think, why did the raiders imprison us at all? - Herold asked in a childish tone. "Most likely to get rid of us, make us their own, or something like that." - Charles replied gloomily. Herold did not like this answer, he had many other questions to ask, to which he knew Charles would not be able to answer, not due to a lack of language, but due to ignorance.
Let's regroup and head south. - Charles decisively said. "To the south? Why?" - Herold asked in surprise. "Where else would we go? If we go west or north, we'll be stopped by the sea, but if we go east, the raiders will stop us, and at best, put us back in prison. The south is the only way out." - Charles explained very seriously.
"No, we can't leave the city like this, and we can't leave the people imprisoned!" "Well, do as you please, my friend, but I'm going south!" - Charles stubbornly replied. "Then just don't forget to bring me a souvenir from your southern journey!" Herold and Charles had a disagreement, and there was no way out. Charles was already on his way, not even saying goodbye to his former friend. Herold went in the completely opposite direction. The friendship was lost.
"I don't need him anyway." - Herold thought, heading back to the raiders' stronghold, on the way looking for some weapons and tricks. "I'll probably manage on my own." Herold managed to find a sword, perhaps dropped in battle by Charles, a shiny stone, and even a basket of moldy cheese that disgusted Herold. They were not the best weapons, but along the way, he would figure out their use, at least he hoped so.
Before leaving the city, Herold loudly shouted to check if there was anyone else alive in the city, but of course, no one responded. This is what he had expected.
As Charles crossed the border into France, he suddenly realized that he didn't really know exactly where he was going. The earth doesn't go forever to the south. He couldn't run forever, and he knew that very well.
But what about the fone and its wisdom? - Charles pondered.
Was the journey really coming to an end? Where is the next fone? He was tormented by such questions even before reaching the first border town. There was an inn in the village, at least Charles would have somewhere to spend the night. Bridgton had forgotten all the languages he had learned over the decades, which those damn raiders had robbed him of. Now he only knew English, and he felt that communicating would be difficult, but luckily, the innkeeper at least spoke broken English. Charles paid with his last Spanish doubloon, which, to his surprise, was accepted. He was given a small room on the second floor, for one night.
Herold didn't really understand whether it was day or night, but he knew that a lot of time had passed. Maybe he was lost? There was only the beautiful forest and the warm rain around him, and a nearby gurgling stream. The presence of the raiders in the forest was not sensed. Maybe the chase was not happening after all. At least that's what Herold thought until he stumbled over something. After a second, he found himself at the end of a log. It was an ambush! If he had been more careful, he would have definitely noticed it and not gotten caught in it.
From behind a sunny rock came the raiders, who came to collect their loot. They tore the net, took Rimnija out of it, and were already preparing to grab her and take her to the prison complex. Herold had already come up with a trick.
As quickly as he could, he pulled out a shiny stone from his pocket. He proudly held it out in front of the raiders, but they stood where they were. Maybe the trick didn't work, they would soon grab Herold. Wasn't the stone shiny enough? Then something seemed to bother the raiders, and they, avoiding the dazzling stone, backed away from it. After a moment, they stumbled and fell into the bushes.
Herold's hypothesis about the raiders and light relationships turned out to be true. The armor of the raiders is black, so the scientist concluded that they are creatures of darkness. This means that they don't like light. it wasn't difficult for Herold to come up with this hypothesis, with his average knowledge of elementology.
Finally, he had found the raiders' weak spot, and it delighted him. Herold collected his thoughts, gathered himself, and continued on to the fortress. Now he walked much more confidently, with a weapon that had already been tested and something else. He already started dreaming about what he couldn't do with the rest of his arsenal.
Charles had a good night's sleep at the hotel in the border town and was now ready to go a little further. Something is missing. - he thought, eating continental breakfast at a fairly clean breakfast table, which was neatly polished. It was quite the opposite of his home table.
Charles was used to getting up every morning with his best friend and discussing the latest news and similar things at the fragrant breakfast table. The longing for home was unbearable. They had already spent a month or even several moons in this adventure.
Outside, you could really feel the summer heat. He had discussed with the hotel manager, who was also an excellent geographer, the city and other notable objects that Charles would come across on his way south. Charles had lied to him that he was going south to meet relatives, but that was not the case. Although, if Bridgton were to turn east from the French Riviera, after some time he would reach his sister.
I wonder how she's doing now, he thought to himself.
There was no time now because he had to continue heading south, no matter where the road took him. Charles had decided to go to Thionville and later pass through Mecu to replenish his basic needs - food and water. Bridgton tightened his pants and headed into the unknown. With a backpack over his shoulders, he walked through the sandy streets of the village, past ancient wooden buildings, and out of town.
***
Harold hid behind a bush, about 10 meters from the entrance to the fortification. When the doors opened, he quickly sneaked inside, but the great misfortune was that they were not locked. No one was coming in or out of the fort. Harold began to think that he would have to climb over the high walls with a rope or who knows what.
Finally, a powerful gate was opened by a rider. He was probably patrolling around the fort, as Harold guessed. The clever sock seized the opportunity and quickly and inconspicuously slipped inside the complex.
It took a moment for Harold's eyes to adjust to the warm indoor lighting, which sharply contrasted with the damp grayness outside. When Harold's eyes had become accustomed, he noticed the riders in front of him. Oh no! Harold cursed to himself. They will grab him immediately, faster than Harold can say "goat's milk."
Confused, Harold eyed the riders. They didn't move. They were just statues! It was one of the riders' tricks. Harold trembled, wondering what other cunning tricks they had up their sleeves.
He slipped around the corner and hurried through empty corridors, looking for someone he knew from Luxembourg. All the prisoner cells were empty; they must have gone to the training square. Harold, reaching the exit leading outside, peeked around the corner.
Oh my! The square was bustling with rider guards. There were far too many prisoners than riders. Harold could swear there were more prisoners than before and fewer riders. Then it hit him.
Several of them had already turned into dark knights. There were more and more riders! - Harold shoed away his horror. - Riders will increase and increase until they own the whole world! - Harold suppressed panic and tried to think clearly.
Harold could throw a shiny stone into the square, distract the riders, and then free all the prisoners. It was a simple plan with little chance of success. However, Harold didn't wait a moment.
He threw his shiny olive into the square, in a central position, and then he himself leaped to save people. With remarkable agility, he maneuvered through them, freeing them from chains and ropes. Then, Harold shouted in all the languages he knew - Run away! Renn weg! Huir! Ubegaite! Effugere! Fugir! Uciec! - and many, many others.
It seemed they were starting to understand, and they were. One language after another, one person after another, until the square was empty. Except, of course, for Harold and the riders.
Harold went to collect his olive, disappearing into the leaves. His gaze briefly met the rider's gaze, who was standing on the stage. He was the one who had been teaching the prisoners, if one could call it teaching. Unlike the other riders, he didn't have an F on his chest, but a C.
Captain! Harold thought before heading towards the exit. The rider's captain, with a cautious look, monitored the situation. And with a mighty leap, he landed right in front of the exit. Rimnijs now ran straight into the lion's den!
The herald quickly realized this and glanced at the other exits, but they were all sealed shut! The sock once again dropped a stone in the square. The captain of the riders did not move a muscle. It was a terrible revelation for the herald - he had no choice but to fight. He pulled out a wooden sword and a basket of moldy cheese from his belt.
"This will be interesting," was Herod's last thought before he entered the fight. The sock agilely ran towards the opponent and started attacking his legs with the sword. The herald kept moving with the sword the entire time. He was one with the sword.
The captain of the riders stared at the sock wielding the sword, shaking his head. Then, with incredible agility and strength, the rider gave a full strike to the sock. Herod, who was able to react even faster, blocked the blow with the basket of cheese. At least the blow didn't hit Herod himself, but the basket was literally exploded. And now moldy cheese rained down from the sky.
Most of the cheese hit the rider on the head. It seemed that the cheese was more painful than the sword blows. Herod realized that the sword was useless and began to reconsider whether he could win in a one-on-one battle. He would have to use his brain.
The scientist remembered that there was a river nearby, forming the border between Luxembourg and France. Herolds continued to fertilize the thought, hiding behind a rock. The captain of the riders slowly approached his hiding spot. The exit to the outside world was now clear, and Herod took the opportunity.
Before he could truly grasp it, he was already out of the complex. Herod wondered where the other riders were, perhaps they were chasing after the escaped prisoners. Either way, Herod now hid behind a pine tree, with traps set up.
The enemy was already on the other side of the rock in an instant. The captain of the riders suddenly grabbed a tree with both hands, and uprooted it from the ground, roots and all, and threw it further, where it fell into other trees and destroyed them as well.
Now Herod had understood the enemy's full strength. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him! And it wasn't even that fast, as was the case with the sock. He ran towards the riverbank, but the captain began to move faster and faster, until he finally hit Herod in the back.
When Herod was close enough to the river, he made a sharp turn. He heard a splash behind him, and cursing in another language.
He will be slightly delayed," Herod thought to himself, so he activated turbo mode and zigzagged through the jungle. He rushed through the dense forest towards the capital.
***
Sounds of soldiers and the bleating of calves could be heard nearby. It was definitely a busy market square. Bridgewton stretched his neck out from behind the bushes and saw it. He had finally arrived in Thionville.
Thionville was like any other French town - with French-style houses and hundreds of bakeries. After a few steps, Charles found himself in the center of town. In the central square, there was an elegant and finely decorated fountain, surrounded by buildings in all four directions. Charles thought that one of them must be the town hall, as it was an integral part of any town. However, Charles was not looking for the town hall, as he was not interested in politics; he was looking for food and water.
In the center, there was a well-stocked bakery stand from which Charles managed to get a nice loaf of bread. As for water, he simply scooped it from the city's clean river. Charles knew that moving water was healthier than stagnant water. He had learned this in his hydrology course.
After a successful shopping trip, Charlsam had no money left at all. He had spent it all. The remaining money he had donated to a homeless person.
Now the scientist ventured to the nearest park, which was also the only one in the city. There he found the cleanest bench, and there he sat down. Surrounding him were old trees, at the base of which bloomed summer flowers. The park was filled with the songs of birds.
The sunny and peaceful atmosphere began to lull Charlsam to sleep. He was already slipping into a pre-sleep trance, but then a thought immediately woke him up - Herold!
Where is he? What is he doing? Is he okay? Charlsam was beginning to miss his friend. They rarely spent such a long time away from each other. Charls, without much thought, had made a fateful decision, and now he bitterly regretted it. Would they ever be friends again?
Charls decided that he would go back to Luxembourg after all. There was no other way. First, of course, he slumped onto the bench in the park, as his energy levels were close to zero.
***
Outside was pitch black, and to make everything even better - there was a storm. It poured like buckets, and thunder roared so loud that Herold felt like his head would explode.
He rushed through the forest, where his feet carried him. Several times, his sock almost slipped off behind a stone or some raised root, causing him to almost trip over. Fortunately, the wind had saved him.
In the distance, a light flickered - a city! Herold could imagine that there were not many people present in the prison to fill all the houses in Luxembourg. Something else had happened here, but Herold did not know what. The sock had spotted a decent-looking house where he could take shelter from the hurricane.
He stealthily slipped through the city's ruined walls, heading towards the entrance of the house. He didn't get far because a hand grabbed him from the darkness. Oh no! Herold was ready to completely crush the monster that tried to drag him along.
Hey, hey, it's just me! - said the figure in the dark. - Don't you see the crown on my head?
King! What are you doing here? - Herold realized he was face to face with the king of Luxembourg again.
I will explain later. - and they headed towards the royal palace.
***
Charls woke up when raindrops hit his forehead, then another, and then more. Soon it started pouring heavily, and he quickly got up from the bench in a daze. The scientist ran to the nearest shelter, which was not that close. The trees did not provide any shelter. When Charls finally reached the shelter, he was soaking wet through the holes.
Damn! - Charls muttered to himself. - If I'm already awake, there's no time to waste.
He decided to go after Herold. Armed with a raincoat, which he always carried in his pocket outside the house, Charls began his journey north.
Walking in the city was somewhat normal, but when Bridgeton went beyond the city limits, that's when the real fun began. They were mercilessly pounded by rain and northern wind. Walking was exhausting, but doubts about his friend's safety and the desire to see him again drove him forward.
Charls didn't get far before the rain turned into hail, tearing his raincoat. The scientist was forced to stop. He quickly sought shelter in a dense bush. The bush was tightly packed, so Charls barely had enough room to crouch down. His belongings were getting wetter, but somehow everything worked out.
He nestled in his belongings, creating a shelter in the remaining bushes. It seemed to work well, as now neither frost nor rain would bother the wise man. However, through the small cracks in the bush, Charles noticed that the frost was getting worse. He silently thanked the bush for shelter, as without it, the frost would have destroyed Charles to death.
Bridgetown settled in the bush almost all day. Finally, the storm had passed in a fine drizzle. Evening had arrived. Charles, with some difficulty, emerged from the bush with all his belongings. He straightened up to stretch his stiff limbs and quickly moved on as if nothing had happened.
The castle corridor was cold and dim. A fire was burning in the great hall. Its warmth and light filled every corner of the room, creating a cozy atmosphere.
Feeling better now? - the king asked Herald, who sat next to him at the royal table.
Well, I think so. - Herald hesitated.
Alright then, let's start from the beginning. - the king began. - By the way, where is your good friend Charles?
Oh, we had a little disagreement, and we each went our separate ways. - Herald explained.
I see. - the king said in a weary voice, suddenly looking very old.
So what really happened after the invasion? - Herald asked curiously.
Well, the wall was blown up, as I recall, then they broke into my city, and... they took you and Charles, and the rest were in pieces already. - the King of Luxembourg sighed.
Wait, but where did all these people come from?
Before the king could answer Herald's very juicy question, a servant entered the room. He handed out drinks. Herald chose ginger tea, and the king took a glass of red wine.
In Luxembourg, we have a law. - the king began, once the servant had left. - In case of an invasion, all the townspeople must flee to the Secret Tunnels and wait for further instructions from me. - the king drank his wine and continued. - And since I was not here but imprisoned, they all huddled there waiting for my instructions. When you freed me, I took a shortcut to Luxembourg and rescued them. - the king had already drunk half of his wine.
So what needs to be done next...
Herald did not finish what he was saying, as lightning struck fiercely outside and thundered threateningly. At that moment, Herald looked up at the windowpane and, during the lightning flash, saw a shadowy figure crouched by the window. It was inside the castle, but when the lightning struck again, the figure disappeared. Herald thought how strange it was. Too tired to believe what he saw, Herald turned back to the king.
Suddenly, a hall boy entered again, this time with food trays in hand, which he placed on the royal checkered tablecloth.
First, let's eat dinner, and then we'll talk. - the king decreed, as the servant closed the majestic hall's doors behind him.
And so the royal dinner began, while the storm raged outside. On the table were laid out delicious royal dishes - tomato soup with pineapple, white chocolate cakes, fish ribs with dill sauce, and of course, caviar.
All these dishes made Herald salivate. He gladly took a bit of everything onto his plate and ate with a satisfied mouth.
The soup flowed pleasantly through his teeth, the pineapple pieces gently tickled. The white chocolate melted heavenly in his mouth. The fish ribs were as soft as clouds. The caviar revealed various flavors and textures in his mouth.
It could safely be said that Herold had not eaten so well in years. He had to forcibly recover from the euphoria caused by the food. However, the king seemed to consider these ordinary, simple dinners, as he just burped loudly and wiped his mouth with a golden napkin.
"Have you eaten?" the king of Luxembourg asked, and Herold nodded in agreement.
Then the king stood up, grabbed the tablecloth with both hands, and tore it off. He did it so skillfully that not even a fork moved from its place. Under the tablecloth, something unexpected appeared, so unexpected that Herold barely understood what it was for.
It was a whole, large, beautiful, and delicate map, but it was not just an ordinary map. Engraved in the table was a drawer containing golden figurines resembling soldiers.
"What is all this for?" Herold asked.
"I will tell you soon," he received a response. One by one, the king strategically placed the figurines in their positions. Herold noticed that each figurine had its own number. "As you know, there is a raider base nearby, at least one of them. It is located just through the forest from the city, which poses a direct threat to me and my people... so, I have no choice but to declare war!" the king announced. "I will surround them from all sides and gradually weaken their forces with arrow fire. If you didn't know, I am also a good military commander, but that doesn't really concern you. I just wanted to warn you that there will be war, but YOU will have to follow after your friend! Have I made everything clear?" the king finished his speech.
"Yes, at least it seems to me so," Herold stuttered.
"Good, then in the morning I will send you away, and I will send the army to the west. Everything is fine. Your bedroom is on this floor, on the right corridor, on the left, and at the end. Well then, good night!" the king walked away down the left corridor.
Herold remained alone in the room. He examined the map and its strategy. He didn't stay for long, and soon went towards his designated resting place.
Charles crossed the border and found himself back in Luxembourg. He was pondering why both the country and its capital were called Luxembourg, but now was not the time. He had come back the same way he had come in, so he knew where to go when the path split.
Pine forests surrounded him, filled with bird songs. Rainwater dripped from the trees from the previous night's storm. The peaceful atmosphere improved Charles' mood and refreshed his mind.
"Herold must have successfully completed his mission, and he is already waiting for me," he thought to himself.
Then a cry came from the direction of the city. Charles started running, hoping it wasn't Herold's voice, as it sounded similar.
As Herold walked through the castle park, he heard a military officer give the command "MARCH!" from behind the trees, which sounded more like a plea for help. He could hear the entire column marching westward towards the raider stronghold.
He turned around the corner and walked down a beautifully overgrown, blossoming cherry tree avenue. The sweet scent of cherry blossoms pleasantly filled Herold's nostrils. Suddenly, a movement at the end of the avenue brought him back to reality. In the contrasting light of the sun and the avenue's shade, he couldn't make out what the figure was.
The figure became larger and larger, almost on the verge of colliding. The Herald managed to understand in the last moment what this figure was, and he gave it five. The figure turned out to be Charles!
Is everything okay? - Charles, surprised, asked.
Yes! - The Herald answered clearly and brightly.
Then Charles asked about the shout he heard, and the Herald pointed out that it was from the commander. Both of them laughed, but then Charles became serious after a moment.
From the commander? What is happening here?
The king has started a military campaign towards the Black Fortress.
Black Fortress? What is that?
The name I just made up, for the raider's bastion by the river, where we were imprisoned. - The Herald made everything clear.
Charles pondered over the words, tasting each one in his mind. Meanwhile, the Herald pushed him forward.
The King of Luxembourg himself said we should get out of here. - Rimnij added.
But what about the fone? - Charles became nostalgic, remembering the device that had taken them so far but then abandoned them.
Maybe... let's search through the city? If it's not here, then I won't... - and there it was.
The fone was on the pavement, at the end of a collapsed tower, and as always, it mysteriously hummed. The two scientists didn't waste a second, and after exchanging a few words, they hurried to the magical device, extracted it from the rubble, and turned it on.
It crackled, and then the recording began:
I greet you with your achievement, I have been observing you very carefully, but I don't have much time to talk - if any time at all. Simply put, head south, there will be further instructions!
Then the sound disappeared, and the crackling soon followed suit.
South. - both friends said at the same time, then got up.
They quickly determined which way was south and headed off like the wind. Finally, they had a clear goal in mind!