Anselm - the penultimate chapter!

With the whereabouts of the Lady now known to him, Anselm pushed at the stone that would give entrance to her cell. As he did so and looked in he saw that she was alone with Torquemada. She was held aloft, her hands chained to a hook in the ceiling leaving her suspended and vulnerable. Her shirt had been torn open and there were signs of cuts about her chest and arms.

Torquemada spun round and his mouth opened as he prepared to scream for help from the guards assembled outside of the room. But as the air filled in his lungs his voice was stopped as a bolt from the cross bow Anselm had taken from the soldier ripped into his throat, filling his lungs with blood as he tried in vain to cry out. Torquemada fell to his knees and looked at the monk, squat on the ground and holding the offending weapon. And then he fell flat on his face, dead.

Anna Maria wept with a combination of pain and delight at the sight of her saviour, the monk she had grown to love as well as lust for. Quickly he used the keys he had taken from one of his own guards to let her down and she fell into his arms, smothering him with wet kisses mixed with tears that streamed down her beautiful cheeks.

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The lovers made their way silently out of the castle and rushed across the courtyard to Anselm’s lodging, Anna Maria a few short paces behind the monk. Their footsteps echoed in the darkness and they feared the worst. They were also breathing hard, a combination of the exertion involved in dealing with the loathsome Prince and the evil Torquemada.

Anselm quickly gathered his belongings including the significant sum of gold he had accumulated over his time at the monastery. Packing their things into a woven bag they departed, eager to make distance before the sun rose. They knew they would be pursued relentlessly and without horses they would be easily caught on land. Their only hope was a boat across the Mediterranean Sea. Anselm prayed they could find a captain who could be corrupted or else their fate would be worse than death itself...

This is the penultimate Silk Stocking Story featuring the monk Anselm. We hope you have enjoyed the story. Come back for the concluding episode tomorrow!