The Prince smells a Rat!

Anselm stopped dead in his tracks as he heard footsteps ahead of him and then to his horror the footsteps were joined by a light. Someone was approaching and carrying a torch. What could he do, return to his cell? The figure was approaching from up ahead, the direction of escape. There was no point in going back, he would only end up on the pendulum and suffer an agonising death at the hands of the murderous Torquemada.

Anselm decided that he had only one course of action and that was to make a head on assault on his adversary and take his chances. Life, death, what did it matter. If this was his final moment on earth well the he knew that he had enjoyed a long and lusty life, his erotic escapades would be the stuff of legend had he not been so discreet but then, as a monk he had no choice but to embrace discretion and so safeguard his comfortable existence.

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He girded his loins and looked frantically around for anything that could be used as a weapon, a rock, a stick but to no avail. And then he saw it and he smiled.

Rounding the corner at the end of the tunnel the Prince and his henchman were taken by surprise as a rat came flying through the air and landed slap bang on the Prince’s chest, burying its teeth in his cheek. As the blood flowed the prince screamed and dropped the sword he had been carrying in his hands. He fell backwards into the soldier behind him, knocking them both to the floor. Grabbing the sword Anselm made quick work of the armour clad henchman, striking a clean blow between under the armpit and inside the ribcage, avoiding the chainmail that protected the soldier’s chest.

The Prince backed away in terror, still not on his feet and Anselm placed one foot on his chest and pinned him to the floor. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Do you think you are the only one who knows about the tunnels you treacherous monk?” exclaimed the Prince. “I have used these tunnels to my advantage on many occasions, watching you take my wench of a bride to be, moving from the bedchamber of one mistress to another, listening in on my host’s conversations...

Continued soon when Anselm is faced with a life or death choice and we learn of Anna Maria’s fate at the hands of the devil that is Torquemada.

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