[ With a stubborn shout, she kicked at the knight who grabbed for her. The panic that lanced through her was the panic of a girl who knew what happened to girls taken in by the so-called honorable Redcloaks. She didn't want any one of them touching her. That was certain. ]
I surrendered!
[ She shouted it not once but twice more before finally the knight wrestled her from the tree and she hit her head on a branch coming down. Dazing her, not knocking her out. It got her just slow enough that his comrades in armor could close in around her, and all she could see was the swishing curtain of their cloaks against the soil.
She felt sick. The lacquer on that piece of parchment, probably. She'd heard a boy in the Saltpans tell her once that it was made of the same stuff they embalmed lords and ladies with. Or maybe it was the blow to the head. She swallowed that feeling down and allowed them to drag her to her feet.
While the climbing guards collected and donned their armor, the others bound her arms flat to her sides in a coil of rope. Flat. Snug. Painful. It threatened to cut off her circulation, but then, they wouldn't need her arms to get information out of her.
They wouldn't need much to get information out of her.
Stupid, she chastised herself. Just look a little further in front of your face. Should have jumped. ]
no subject
I surrendered!
[ She shouted it not once but twice more before finally the knight wrestled her from the tree and she hit her head on a branch coming down. Dazing her, not knocking her out. It got her just slow enough that his comrades in armor could close in around her, and all she could see was the swishing curtain of their cloaks against the soil.
She felt sick. The lacquer on that piece of parchment, probably. She'd heard a boy in the Saltpans tell her once that it was made of the same stuff they embalmed lords and ladies with. Or maybe it was the blow to the head. She swallowed that feeling down and allowed them to drag her to her feet.
While the climbing guards collected and donned their armor, the others bound her arms flat to her sides in a coil of rope. Flat. Snug. Painful. It threatened to cut off her circulation, but then, they wouldn't need her arms to get information out of her.
They wouldn't need much to get information out of her.
Stupid, she chastised herself. Just look a little further in front of your face. Should have jumped. ]