Fool's Gold - Anselm continues

Anselm had put in motion his plan of escape. The first part of the plan was to entice his guards into his cell. The second was to somehow persuade him to loosen his shackles. He began to laugh hysterically, hoping to incite the guard to action.

The guard stepped over to Anselm and struck him sharply, the metal gauntlet leaving a dark bruise on the friar’s face. “What have you got to be so bleeding happy about you toe rag?” asked the guard, menace in his voice.

“Oh, I was just thinking about my gold and how that would be safe for my friends regardless of whatever plans you have for me...”

“You have gold?” enquired the soldier, his interest piqued, his greed evident in his voice.

“Yes, lots and lots of gold given to the church by the feudal lords of the region and shall we say, borrowed by me to fund my way of life. I have lived life to the full and now I must pay for my excesses and so be it. But I will have the final satisfaction my friend as the gold will never end up in the hands of your masters!”

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“Then you had better have a high pain threshold ‘my friend’ said the soldier, striking Anselm once more. “But anyway, I ain’t in any hurry to hand over any loot to my elders and betters so tell me where it is and I’ll slip you something to help you with the pain. When they start to brand you with hot irons it won’t be long before you scream out in agony and you would sell your mother for the pain to stop. At least if you give it to me the bosses ain’t getting it and you will have nothing to hide. That way your pain will be less and the agony shorter...”

Anselm looked as though he was thinking this over. “There is much sense in what you say” uttered the monk, “and who would want to see a hundred gold coins go to waste...”

Anselm could see the greed in the guard’s eyes, his mind had stopped working and he would be susceptible to any suggestions put to him at this point.

Continued shortly when Anselm tries his sleight of hand and hopes for the best whilst the silk stockinged Lady Anna Maria’s fate draws ever closer in this Silk Stocking Story.