One man stands alone...
In a close match, Juvenal's story prevails again -
Give it up for a true TotW warrior!
Here is the winning tale:
Like a Thief in the Night
The three Hashshashin ran across the dunes with fluid grace, black robes
concealing everything except their very existence, with even that easily
doubted by any but the most pious and fanatical of observers.
The Templar Lord had barely ceased to gurgle away the last of his life's
blood yet the three were already almost out of sight of castle and pursuers.
One, who had paused to sweep the horizon with a small spyglass, put on an
amazing burst of speed to catch up with the others.
Pushing back her cowl, Azzah (the Gazelle) gave her report.
“They have no horses and there is a small dust storm coming this way, so
we will be able to lose them easily”
Ra'idah the leader shook her head.
“They will have sent messengers, no doubt cavalry will soon be found to
ride us down. We shall keep to the plan”.
Reaching their hidden cache, they donned the clothing there and waited for
the storm. Fedheela (the most widely read) checked each outfit to ensure
it was correctly arranged according to custom.
***
The dust cleared suddenly, revealing the calm shore through shafts of
brilliant sunlight. The Templar guards came to a ragged halt and looked
around in dull bewilderment.
Gunther the Lame called his men to attention.
“They must have had a boat waiting, there's no point looking around here,
we're going back!”
As the grumbling men-at-arms turned to go, Gunther couldn't help noticing
that three nearby soldiers in red and ochre surcoats seemed strangely
attractive. Shaking his head to banish the sacrilegious thoughts, he
resolved to scourge himself for twice the usual time in his cell that evening.
Retracing their steps, the Templar Guards trudged clumsily off into the
distance... except for three in red and ochre who moved with fluid grace.