I hate to admit, but it’s true.
Stolen. Or captured.
Whichever you prefer. It’s a humdinger either way.
Now that I think on it, though, stolen might be worse. Since it sorta makes the professor more like an object than a human.
Anyway, the rebellion had caught me. I fought bravely with this:
But then, I was stolen.
So, this professor woke up tied up but not sitting up–as it were.
I was flat on my back. But that’s a lie, since my hands were behind my back.
The professor was actually flat on his hands.
The rebellion was having a party.
Now, one would think this professor’s head should be hurting after the knocking I had received–but it wasn’t that bad.
After all, I’m assuming doors don’t hurt after the fact either. I could be wrong.
“Chub’s awake,” one fellow said. And he kicked me to make sure it was true.
The kick elicited a “dadblameit.”
This professor was pulled to his feet by a few of the fellows and dragged to the other side of the campfire.
Now, this is what got the professor: My katana was at Salami’s side!
I nearly choked on nothing!
“So,” Salami began, looking at me,”ya helped Arthur escape me rebellion. That’s treason. I should have yer blood, cur!”
I decided I should attack his premise.
“Well, I didn’t. If I’d have known, I might have done the same thing.” That last part was a mistake, and I knew it as soon as I uttered it. Must have been the knocks to the head that did it. I wasn’t at full professorish.
Salami jumped to his feet. “I’ll have yer blood, cur-sauce!”
I looked at Ruber. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“Oh no,” Ruber said. “No, no. You betrayed me, eh? Left me to die.”
“I defended you!”
“I don’t remember.”
And he turned away. What a zinger.
Salami laughed. “You also hurt me son. For that, I need all yer blood!”
And at that moment, Mr. Magi marched into the camp.
“That will be enough of this!” he ordered.
Salami’s mouth dropped. “No!” he shouted. “Get ‘im!”
And the two chaps at my side, jumped forward.
Now, this professor had been working on his bonds, and I was quite free of them.
Mr. Magi saw it, too. “Run PVJ!” he shouted, for he was already running himself.
And I did. I rushed forward, jumped over Salami (grabbing my katana in the process) and disappeared into the woods.
I was running like a hare, I think. A fast one. The pursuit was hot on my heels–at least I imagined it to be.
The professor ran for a bit, bits, and little bits…and then…! I was at a castle.
And from the sounds of things, there was a party inside.