Monday, August 07, 2006
New Beginning 50
Morgan, King of Glevissig, swore and shook his fist at the hillfort. On the rampart above the gate they had slammed shut just in time, the Dumnonian warband jeered breathlessly at their outmaneuvered enemy.
This raid had started so well, too. It made a man glad to be alive, riding under a spring sky with his warriors and a herd of someone else’s cattle. Encountering a smaller enemy warband and putting them to ignominious flight in their own territory had completed Morgan’s delight.
Until they had bolted into this refurbished hillfort, which Morgan had not known existed. He couldn’t storm the fort. He couldn’t besiege it. He couldn’t drive his stolen cattle with an undefeated warband at his back. Unless he thought of something very clever, very soon, he was going to have to slink back to Glevissig outfoxed and empty-handed, a laughing stock. He swore again.
"Can I help you?" asked a stranger's voice behind him.
"Not likely," Morgan answered. "Thou canst see my dilemma."
"Backed into a corner, eh?" The stranger smiled amiably. "Here, let me try." Within moments he had released Morgan of Glevissig and reset the game to the previous level.
"Many thanks," said Morgan, grabbing back the controller.
The stranger grinned. He got a kick out of the ineptitude of grownups.
Continuation: Kate Thornton