i feel like such an idiot. i'd offer my resignation, but i don't think that the group would accept it...
we were at a castle in holland. the one where we were pretty sure the handcuff lady was being kept. or at least the one where her captors lived.
we were invited to another one of those fool dress up swaray things. the kind where you are too nervouse that you are going to say something wrong and so you can't enjoy the food. and they don't seem to serve anything but strong drink.
we decided to look around after the party. we managed to find a secret door. i knew all these castles were thick with secret passages. too bad wooster couldn't find his secret drink stash that he was looking for... but we had decided to go down the stairs. it was one of those colossal moments of bad luck. either 2 or 3 of us lost our footing on the stairs at the same time. although i think the others would have been fine had i not fallen on top of them. with a great ripping of muslin and bumping and rattling of teeth, we all ended up at the bottom of the staris. (i'm sure i shall be nothing but bruises tomorrow) anyway, we had the misfortune to land right in view of the people we were hoping not to run into yet...
ms witnel and ms sinclare tried to talk our way out of the mess. they didn't believe us that we were out for an evening constitutional when we found an odd staircase and then just happened to lose our footing. they offered to escort us back to our rooms, but were so rude as to not take us there. (like we thought they would...) instead we were taken to a dungeon. i didn't know that they still stocked castles with dungeons like that one any more. secret passages make a castle exciting. dungeons just make them boring and old fashioned. if i was in charge, i'd have the place remade into a really nice fencing salle. the size was just perfect! anyway, i was really unhappy to be there. only the fact that the others seemed to be taking imprisonment calmly helped me to not go berserk.
i felt just like i did before i ran away from home. trapped.
but then they brought out some sort of helmet thing. ms witnell went crazy and attacked. so i joined in the fun as well. i almost single handedly took out someone (i think the count. someone important anyway). he was a good fighter. almost as good as me. to bad i had to let him go. they said it was polite to stop fighting when we had won. but he would have killed me if he had a chance. why should i let him live? but i gave in to their arguments and let him go... at least i made up for knocking everyone down the stairs, anyway.
it was a good little fight. nice practice. we should stage more of those. it should be a great boost of moralle to those of the ladies who don't think that we can win a fight without the gentlemen. samaline excepted. he really was very helpful.
we got the irritating lady back and then hopped on a special train to the border. i wonder if the high ups made a train run special for us. they were definitly happy to see us leave. especially the one we took with us. he was never so happy to see the border where we left him...
i'm happy to move on. the sooner i forget about
falling down the stairs, the better. i suppose i should add climbing
stairs in the dark to my list of things to practice...
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