Chapter Thirty One
The girls hurried along, trying to keep up with Garrick, and the former guards that Nolan had working in the stable. They raced down the hall, headed for the dungeons, where they believed that Bart and Dreyden were holding Tyrone, and the others.
They moved like a well-oiled machine, as if the last four years hadn’t happened; the men reacted like the unit they were. They followed directions without Garrick having to utter a single word. It hadn’t taken Garrick two sentences to convince his men to join them. They believed him when he told them that Tyrone was alive, and in need of rescue.
He had ordered the ladies to stay in his room until it was safe, but one look and he knew that wasn’t happening, so unless he planned to tie them up, he was going to have them on his tail, for better or worse.
Standing on either side of the doorway that led to the dungeons, they did a quick check on where the guards were positioned, before they sprang into action. With a nod to his men, Garrick sent them racing through the doors of the dungeon, into battle with the well-armed, but ill-prepared men guarding the cellblocks. They caved in short order, as they were overwhelmed by the superior fighting skills of Garrick’s men. They moved through the dungeon, opening cells, releasing other prisoners. At the last alcove, Garrick closed his eyes, and prayed for a second, before they stormed in, ready to take down anyone that stood in their way.
“Garrick!” Tyrone cried with joy when he spotted his friend fighting his way through the guards stationed outside their cell. Garrick clashed swords with one of the better fighters, as he forced the man back against the cell, letting Caleb and Kayne grab him. Within moments, they were disarmed and tied up with the rest. Garrick strode to the cell. Taking Tyrone’s offered hand, he bowed his head.
“My King, you truly are alive!” Garrick stated with reverence, and then fell to his knee. “I wanted it to be true so badly, but I still had lingering doubts. Please forgive me for failing you, my King.”
“Off your knees my old friend; if they are anything like mine, they don’t move quite like they used to,” Tyrone told him. “And you did not fail me. You are here now, and that is all that is important.”
Garrick rose to his feet, looking to Tyrone. He wrapped his hands around the bars in an attempt to pull them down. “We need to get you out of there.”
“Yes, Bart has gone insane,” Grey stated as he shook Garrick’s hand. “Who knows what he will do now.”
“Well how do we get you out?” Garrick wondered aloud. “None of these keys work.”
“I guess none of the guards have a key,” Caleb said, grabbing Garrick’s attention. “Hi Garrick.”
“How ..?”
“We’ll explain it all later,” Caleb assured him. “Right now these bars are the problem. Dreyden did some kind of spell, and we can’t shimmer through them.”
“Bart or Dreyden must have the key …” Tyrone spat their names. “So how do we get out of here without it?”
“Well, you could use this,” Eve piped up as she stepped into the room. They all looked at what she held up.
“I told you, never under estimate the Cameron women,” Caleb roared with delight, as he looked at the block of putty that she held in her hand.
“What is that?” Garrick questioned.
“Well gentlemen, stand back and be amazed,” Caleb stated, as he stepped back, letting Kayne pack a small amount of the plastic explosive into the lock of the cell. Eve handed him the fuse, and Kayne took it with a smile.
“You get out of here,” he ordered her.
“Will you be okay?” she asked them.
“We’ll be fine, but Kevan will take our heads off if something happens to you. Now get out of the room before we set this off. We’ll take care of everyone in here,” Caleb told her. Eve nodded, and pushed everyone back through the door. Caleb looked to the men in the cell. “Everyone, back up, we don’t know how big this will be.” Everyone moved to the back wall of the cell, with Roderic, Kayne and Caleb standing between them and the explosives. Caleb looked to Kayne, and nodded that they were ready. Kayne pressed the tab to complete a circuit of a D cell battery to activate the fuse, and they moved to cover the others, as he watched over his shoulder.
“Fire in the hole!” he shouted, as the fuse denoted the plastic. The roar of the explosion deafened them all, and the resulting dust cloud covered them from head to toe. The entire castle shook under the pressure of the power released in the explosive. Caleb moved to the front of the cell. A smile lit his face when he saw mangled bars.
“What was that?” A coughing Tyrone asked, as Garrick and company raced back into the room.
“That my friend is modern warfare,” Caleb laughed, as he saw the awe on their faces.
“I’ll explain more later but we have just told every person in the castle and town that we are up to something. So rather than wait for trouble to come to us, why don’t we take this fight to them?” The cheer of agreement echoed through the room, as they moved to head out. Caleb looked to Eve again.
“You wouldn’t have by any chance happened to have gotten our ...” Caleb smiled, as Eve held up his jacket. “Eve, if I didn’t know that Kevan would kick my ass, I’d kiss you.” He laughed as he took his jacket and backpack, and finally, the sword that she had found.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Eve teased him.