Chapter Six

It was on the sunny morning when Lord Blakeney found that the amulet he possessed was only a fake, a sham designed to trick him. His fury knew no bounds, and he was stalking round the council room while the council remained surprised.

"He... took the real amulet?" said a younger man with a pot belly.

"Yes, you fool! His powers must have been used to cloak the amulet he possessed, which would make it impossible for me to know it was really missing. This bought him some time, and we have no idea which direction he went. Blast him and his secrets!" the Lord said as he pounded his fist on the table.

At that moment the door burst open, and several men with broadswords entered the room. One of them held a dagger next to Blakeney's neck and said, "Better not to try anything, Blakeney... You've had your day in the sun. The time is ripe for a new rule! The revolution is upon you!"

Blakeney burned with wrath already, yet more bubbled to the top. But there was nothing he could do right now about this. The entire council was led down to the bottom of the Tower of Ittendom, where they were jailed in the crypt below the tower.

The room was black and Blakeney felt about with his hands. He called out, and was answered. He made his way over to the others. "The traitor must be up to something, he put them up to this!" he whispered with cunning, for he knew the young revolutionaries might be listening.

"Why do you think he is involved?" said another.

"You twit! Do you not know that he needs the time to get further away? He is bent on getting as far from us as possible. Of course he is behind it. That would make the most sense. Or are you not a rational man, but merely an idiot?!"

"Hmmm" said the other. "I see. Well then there is only one..."

"Only one thing to do!," interrupted Blakeney. "We must develop plans for an escape. And use the only thing we have as a weapon... our arts of magic!"

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(to be continued)