Mystery of the Templars 4 - Incarceration

[Sir Dmitrii Zurban]

Estimates were rough as the men rowed for some time… if a watch or clock was available, they would have rowed for several hours, the men working in shifts. “Oars in!” came the command as the men raised their oars and the boat drifted to a sudden stop, jolting them…

Dmi and Willa was then assisted out of the boat and onto the shore… their feet and lower portion of their clothes becoming wet from stepping in the water. They were then led to yet another carriage waiting on the road. Inside the carriage, they were allowed to remove the hoods…

“Raasay…” Dmi said with a smirk… “We are on the isle of Raasay…” he reiterated as he removed the hood, allowing his eyes to adjust to the brighter light.

“Very good…” Sir Robert quirked… “Yu know yer Skye geography… but it would take days to find out where… Raasay is a big island my friend…”

After being lead to the boat, she said nothing at all though shook slightly as she seated herself... the hands rested in her lap as the imagination rolled unrelented in her head. She had not Dmitrii's sense of direction. Thus to her they were helplessly lost. As the small boat came to a halt she was aided out, as the water rushed up over her feet and soaked into the hem of her skirts and slips.

Meanwhile, Dmi was helping Willa remove her hood… the first thing was seeing his face before her, with that charming smile she was accustomed to.

She managed to get into the carriage with the help of the so called gentlemen. She waited still as finally the hood was removed, the blond hair was mussed as she looked at Dmitrii, however there wasn't anything that could hide the fear that settled into her eyes.

The carriage then bolted forward, his head bumping hers… followed by a chuckle… “Iz veni ti…” [I’m Sorry].

As their heads bumped against one another she offered a soft smile but it melted away beneath the weight of the situation. How could he look at this so calmly? She refused however to look at Robert or his companions.

The carriage ride to the castle deep into the island's center was on bumpy rode filled with rock and stone. As the castle doors opened and the carriage entered, the skies suddenly burst forth a torrential downpour. The road once travelled became a mire of swift moving water… all traces of the wheels’ path now washed away. The non-rhythmic pounding of heavy droplets resounded loudly against the leather covering. As with the last carriage ride, the inhabitants the same, with no visibilyt to the outside world.

Inside the Castle, were soldiers upon the walls, a small market, vendors selling their wares, small plots of vegetable gardens, men practicing their own individual art of war… it was as if they had entered a small world of its own....

[Sir Dmitrii Zurban]

Imprisoned

Escorted by armed guards from the boat to the castle… Dmitrii and Willa were then ushered thru the Castle, down many stairs… the deeper they went, the darker and damper it got… Dmitrii, unarmed and out of his element had a sort of dread about the situation. His arm was around Willa to calm her fears… though undoubtedly it didn’t. Single file down the last set of stairs brought them to his fears – the dungeon.

Willa had been following, however while the young woman seemed to do little but withdraw from the world around her, she was far too busy taking in the lay of the castle as they moved through with a purpose. Dmi's touch helped soothed the terror that rolled through her. However the steps downward into the dungeon, made her shiver with fear once more. What would they do? Why were they doing this? How could they be stopped… would anyone know where to look for them… or why?

Steel grey eyes were almost pale with anger as the armed guards put them in a cell. At least they were not separated…

They were pushed in, then when he turned to resist, the solid wooden door was slammed shut and an iron rod slide down between iron plates. Imprisoned ! Dmitrii began to look about the cell… new strewn straw was a nice touch… and even an empty pot for waste. One wooden cot was attached to the wall. Looking to Willa, then to the window high upon the wall. Tiptoeing upon the corner of the bed, he grabbed ahold of the window’s edge and with strong arms pulled himself up, looking outside. Dropping to the floor, he takes Willa by the arm and sets her down… doing the same beside her.

As they were pressed into the cell, she nearly tripped over the hem of her dress… though she managed to right herself while she looked to the fresh straw. How would they have had time? She just seemed rather lost in all this. Her mind attempting to register the whole thing as she moved to the side while Dmitrii looked out the window. She allowed him to guide her to the single bed. She sighed as he seated himself beside her. Her eyes watched the spot of sun there on the floor as she folded her hands into her lap.

“I am so sorry M’Lady… Maybe I should have fought them… maybe I should have pulled us both into the water and swam as far as we could… I had no idea we would come to this… I trusted Sir Robert undoubtedly…” shaking his head… “I do not understand all this….” His arm immediately wrapping around her…

Her eyes didn't look up as he spoke, though she was listening. "Dmitrii, ya didna knowed he was gonna does somethin likes dis." She spoke softly as she leaned against him. "Iffin ya fights... den I woulda beened in hurt, be bes we jus waits ta sees whut dese folks want."

The minutes turned into hours… and soon the shadows had made their pace about the cell… darkness would soon befall them…

She answered with a sigh and began to talk of smaller lighter things. Anything from dinner the night before… to what she had been doing out on the farm. Collecting eggs and feeding the chickens, how the sheep were doing… just all the little things that kept her mind off where they where.

Dmi would kneel next to her…. “M’Lady, yu should rest… lay down and try to sleep… I will stay right here…” starting to get up, he stopped… that charming smile, though forced, was offered… “This is not my idea for our first night together…” his hand then caressed her arm lovingly. “We shall be alright…”

As the darkness fell she was tired and with the coming of night she was getting a bit cold. When Dmitrii spoke of moving she frowned and shifted a bit. The hand lifted to caress his face as he forced that smile she had so dearly loved. "Dun't..." She whispered as she knew he was just as worried as she was. She wanted him to know he could, just wanted him to be honest. The little sad smile touched her face wit his words of their first night together. She bit the inside of her jaw as she slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position. "Dmitrii, I... please donna leaves me by meself." She whispered in the darkness. The only light was that cast in through the small barred window of the door. The hand groped for a moment before finding his as she looked at him, it was a narrow cot, but well better to be crowded then to be alone.

Vox Gladiis: The darkness seemed eerie... he did not wish this upon them... if he had only known... His hand held hers... her golden hair highlighted by the dim light... his free hand caressing her face.

Willa Schleitz: She turned towards the feel of his hand against her face as she sighed softly. The light kiss was placed to his wrist before her hand caught his. "Why are dey doin dis , Dmi..? " She asked softly. Perhaps he knew… for it didn't seem as if just knowing about their stupid religion was the reasons.

Vox Gladiis: "M'Lady, I wish I knew... there must be something that they think either we know... or are part of..." his own mind reflecting... sites, sounds, conversations... nothing out of the unusual... he leans down and his lips finds hers... soft whispers against her lips... "I don't know... but what I do know is... I love yu and I swear upon my dead family... No harm shall come unto yu..."

Willa Schleitz: The kiss was shared softly as she looked at the shadowed face of his. "I knowed ya wonna lets em hurt me…" she knew this as the hand rested lightly against his cheek. "Lay down wits me? I'm kinda cold." She was embarassed to even ask let alone ask; but with the lowering of the sun, and the dampness of the dungeon.

Dmitrii smiled, then nodded, nudging her to the inside… Removing his outer jacket, laying it over her upper torso… then he laid down upon the edge of the cot on his side facing her back; his arm laying across her waist… “I would love to keep yu… and yer heart… warm for all days to come…” as he pulled her against him, snugging her closer to his form.

He fought to keep his emotions in check at her closeness… he could easily smell her above the ordor of the room at the near distance they laid. Moments later, in the darkness, his baritone voice, an mixed accent of English and Russian… “Willa… yu mean so very much to me… know this… I would die for yu…” followed by a kiss to the nape of her neck.