Escape from the Past:
The Duke's Wrath
YA Historical Fiction/Time Travel
July 31, 2015
The guard yanked me to face the group. Not ten feet away
towered one of the largest horses I’d ever seen. Its humungous
head swung back and forth as if it were proud of the armored
breast and nose shields. On top soared Knight Werner whose
piercing blue eyes searched my face. For a moment, the world
retracted into stillness. I felt my knees wobble.
Any moment now they’d cut off my head. Hadn’t Bero said
the Lord would kill me? Yet, the Lord of Hanstein neither showed
anger, surprise nor fear. Nobody spoke as I stood pinned between
the guards, their hands iron cuffs on my arms. I smelled them,
their unwashed bodies and filthy hands. I wanted to leave the
game. Return to the safety of my former life. Now! I sucked air.
My room might as well have been on the moon. Werner’s men
waited, probably ready to charge on command.
“Your name is Nerds,” Werner finally said. The blue eyes were
I stared up in surprise. “I’m Max.”
“Then what is the odd script on your robe? Are you a ruler’s
son?” He pulled his sword and pointed toward my chest. I kept
my eyes on the tip of the blade when I remembered. The right
side of my T-shirt had a kind of logo showing the word Nerds
underneath a crown. Despite the filth, the printed word and
image were clearly visible. Bero hadn’t noticed because he
probably couldn’t read.
“I…it is a fashion where I come from,” I stumbled. I wanted to
kick himself, having opened the door to more disaster. Werner’s
knights broke into chuckles.
Werner retracted his sword. “Most interesting. Tell us, you
come from where?”
“A distant place, My Lord,” I said, attempting to buy time.
“I’ve traveled afar, a pilgrimage to Jerusalem ten years ago.”
Confidence radiated from the knight’s voice. “You speak like a
foreigner. Are you on a quest?” Werner’s expression was still
more curious than suspicious. A glimmer smoldered in his eyes
as if the blue had been turned into gas flames.
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