the Tale of Sir Isaac

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iamthefirechild:

“My lord, you were right. If I allow you to take me away, he will only punish those I love.” She wavered slightly, and Laurence clung to her ankles.

“You promised mamma,” he whimpered again. “You promised!”

The resolve slid from her face, looking down at him. Helplessly, she put her hand on his head. “Laurence, Sir Kit will make sure you are all taken care of,” she said, though there was little force behind her words. “He promised.”

“No, no!” the boy shrieked. “Don’t go with the bad man!” Abandoning her ankles, he ran over to Sir Isaac, grabbed the knight’s hand, and pulled, trying to drag him over to Summer. “Fix it,” he insisted.

“But if I leave you here, then you’ll all die, and I can assure you that it won’t be quick and painless!” Sir Isaac burst out with obvious frustration, running his shaking fingers through his tousled curls as he shook his head. “Please…please let me stay then, if you refuse to come with?”

He didn’t like any of the scenarios spread out before him, but he needed to find a way that minimised death and destruction, where possible. Sir Kit might be injured, but he had powerful contacts, one who would be searching for Sir Isaac too now. “I’m trying…” he murmured to the child, gazing at him sadly, “But if she refuses, I can hardly force her now, can I?”

“Laurence, stop that,” Summer scolded, trying to pry the child’s hand away. She made the mistake of looking into Sir Isaac’s face, and color flared in her cheeks.

The boy continued to say, “fix it,” and, abandoning his efforts to pull Sir Isaac over to Summer, started trying to put their hands together.

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