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Show Chapter Twenty The rope slowly ascended through the mist. It was dark now, and it seemed hours before Sandy heard a man's gruff voice. "Careful there! This is a heavy load!" The basket was hauled over the cliff edge and onto another platform. A soldier picked the sack up from the basket and carried it to a shed. "Leave it there, boy. It'll be all right till morning." Sandy waited, hardly daring to breathe, a.nd listened to the soldiers as they pulled up the other basket. "I'll be glad to get home tonight," came a high voice. "Can't take it, huh, boy?" laughed the man with the gruff voice. "Maybe you'd rather be Daemon's lackey, like Rogare!" "That's not funny!" Sandy recognized Rogare's voice. "Listen," Rogare said softly, "I have a plan that will get rid of Daemon!" The youth giggled. "Rogare wants to be our king!" "Why not?" said Rogare. " I just happen to know where aa enchanted spoon is hidden. - In fact, I hid it. This spoon talks and does all kinds of magical things. It will make me powerful. Daemon doesn't know how to use it. He's too crude, no finesse at all. He threw the spoon down and told me to get rid of it. Now, I figure that if I can catch the fat old buzzard off guard, I can push him out the casement window. That castle wall ought to knock the breath out of him, and then one of you two can push him over the cliff!" |
