Deplorium
stood before the tunnel that led to the manor house
He took a
few deep breaths and wiped the sweat from his brows
“It’s
freezin’ cold yet ah perspire,” he said to Blaine. “Anxiety is makin’ me feel
like ah’m on fire.”
“That’s to
be expected,” said Blaine. “But don’t let nerves be the cause o’ ye bein’
detected.”
“Aye, right
enough. Well, It’s time for me tae dae ma stuff.”
“Indeed. Go
get yer fortune and Godspeed.”
“Thanks,
Blaine. Wi’ a wee bit o’ luck it’ll no be long ‘til ah’m back again.”
“Aye, o’
that I’m sure. Pretty soon ye’ll no longer be poor.”
“Ye’re a
really good soul. Ah’ll be needin’ yer help tae get the treasure oot o’ the
hole.”
“I’ll be
waitin’ and anticipatin’.”
As soon as
Deplorium went underground
Blaine had a
quick look around
His eyes
caught sight of a very large boulder
And it took
all his strength to lift it onto his shoulder
He dropped
it into the entrance of the miniscule pit
Uncannily
the rock was the perfect fit
He smiled in
satisfaction as he knew without a doubt
There’d be
no chance of Deplorium getting back out
Deplorium
crawled through the tunnel until he reached the cellar’s trapdoor
But when he
pushed it open there was a mighty uproar
When he saw
that it was Laird MacBlach’s men
He scrambled
back through the tunnel again
Fear turned
to alarming shock
When he saw
that the entrance was blocked by a rock
“Blaine, why
did ye betray?” he cried in bitter dismay.
From the
other end of the tunnel he heard MacBlach’s voice
And realised
that all he had now was the Devil’s choice
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