Hendon in The Rescue
Chapter 20 The Prince and The Pauper
The old man sat on a chair with a slightly dim light illuminating his vision towards the boy lying on the bed. He took a knife near the seat and his face turned sharply to the boy who was sleeping on the bed while stroking the shield on his hand. Suddenly the boy opened and the old man approached and strangled him. The poor boy forced himself to scream in a helpless choking voice. A vibration shook the boy's body and his face began to turn pale. then he began to try to free himself.
The boy stretched desperately, and stopped from his struggle, tears that began to flow on his cheeks but that did not cause any changes to the old man's softening. Dawn came now, the old man immediately knelt, the knife in his hand, and bent over the stretched boy's body.
Hear! there was a voice above the cabin which gradually became very loud, rough and angry. The knife fell from an ascetic's hand. Oh that is the blessed voice that made music in the king's ears. Because that is the voice of Miles Hendon.
The hermit bit his teeth with anger and immediately closed the door behind him. The king immediately heard the sermon due to this. Miles Hendon asked where the king was but the hermit lied to him. While Miles Hendon and the hermit bicker with each other while the little king is there. He tried to shout in a weak position but again the result of his hard work failed to reach Hendon's ears. The lung who was tired of doing the best but unfortunately the joy of the king can hardly be achieved.
Hendon said "where did the little boy go? He got lost in this dense forest. Where should I look for him? I don't have time anymore. Little footsteps fade away the poor little king almost reaches his life limit. And now he heard the door open, moments later his limbs were free and the encyclicals, each of whom gripped the hermit loudly, and took the poor little king into the forest.
The old man sat on a chair with a slightly dim light illuminating his vision towards the boy lying on the bed. He took a knife near the seat and his face turned sharply to the boy who was sleeping on the bed while stroking the shield on his hand. Suddenly the boy opened and the old man approached and strangled him. The poor boy forced himself to scream in a helpless choking voice. A vibration shook the boy's body and his face began to turn pale. then he began to try to free himself.
The boy stretched desperately, and stopped from his struggle, tears that began to flow on his cheeks but that did not cause any changes to the old man's softening. Dawn came now, the old man immediately knelt, the knife in his hand, and bent over the stretched boy's body.
Hear! there was a voice above the cabin which gradually became very loud, rough and angry. The knife fell from an ascetic's hand. Oh that is the blessed voice that made music in the king's ears. Because that is the voice of Miles Hendon.
The hermit bit his teeth with anger and immediately closed the door behind him. The king immediately heard the sermon due to this. Miles Hendon asked where the king was but the hermit lied to him. While Miles Hendon and the hermit bicker with each other while the little king is there. He tried to shout in a weak position but again the result of his hard work failed to reach Hendon's ears. The lung who was tired of doing the best but unfortunately the joy of the king can hardly be achieved.
Hendon said "where did the little boy go? He got lost in this dense forest. Where should I look for him? I don't have time anymore. Little footsteps fade away the poor little king almost reaches his life limit. And now he heard the door open, moments later his limbs were free and the encyclicals, each of whom gripped the hermit loudly, and took the poor little king into the forest.
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