13So I do apologise that this is a shortish chapter, but I believe that it is necessary to try to stop the pattern that Curlysquirt95 pointed out to me. Oh, and I also borrowed some inspiration from her, (see the lyrics below). Please read and review!
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Bury me in honor,
When I'm dead and hit the ground,
I don't want to be a soldier,
Who the captain of some stinking ship would stow,
Down below
So if you loved me,
Why'd you let me go?
Isha began to laugh. "You really followed me down here? How are you going to up? Where are you going to go? Rot down here?"
D'Avingnon looked up at the portal to the street. There was no way he was able to get back up.
Isha continued, smirking, "I'm willing to strike a deal though."
"What would this deal be?"
"I lead you up to the street above, you stop following me."
Etienne held his breath. And after a quiet moment, he replied, "Alright."
"Do you promise?"
That question surprised him, and he answered on impulse. "Of course."
She began to walk, her bare feet sloshed in the dark, dirty water. He followed her silently through the tunnels of the sewers.
"What are we walking in?" The captain asked several moments later.
Isha was quick to answer. "You don't want to know."
And several more minutes later:
"Where are you taking me?"
"Shut up."
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Every minute or so they would pass under the grates. There usually was no sky to look up to; it was covered by leaves or dirt, and sometimes people. But a while later, Etienne was able to notice the gray, darkening sky, and he predicted that rain would come soon, too soon.
"Where are you leading me out?" D'Avingnon asked through the dirty sloshing beneath their feet.
"You can decide. I can lead you into the mines, and you'll climb out, covered in clay, I can lead you out to the river so you will have to swim out, or a can lead you out into the cathedral."
"How are you leading me out if you don't know where I need to come out?"
"That is not any of your business." Isha snapped.
"I demand that you tell me."
"I have to stop somewhere first."
Etienne groaned. "How long will that take? My feet are freezing."
"Your feet are freezing?" Isha laughed. "How much longer do you want me to take?"
"Just get me out of here."
This next question from the gypsy stunned him, for it was unexpected.
"Do you know what we are under?"
"No?"
"Good." In the dark, Isha turned a corner unexpectedly.
"You've been leading me around in here for hours just so that I'll not have any Idea where you're taking me?"
"Oui."
"Can I slice your head off?"
"Non."
The floor beneath them began to rise until the ground was dry and cobble stones turned clay-dried rock floor. The darkness of the under-ground slowly turned to light as torches started to appear, attached to the walls of the caverns. Sounds started to appear also, shouts and laughs echoed from the lights shining before them. There was one more corner to turn, and Etienne felt sure that this turn would lead them into the under-ground city that he felt sure lay before him.
"Take off your armor." Isha commanded, as she stopped and turned around.
"Por quoi?"
"Take off your armor!"
He clumsily unbuckled his chest plate and back plate and regretfully dropped on the stone floor beneath them, clanking and denting. D'Avingnon then knelt down and loosened the plates around his calves.
"Why do you want me to do this?" he asked as he unstrapped the armored plates on his fore-arms.
"Do you want to be killed by an angry mob?"
"Not really, no."
And lastly, regretfully, he dropped his sheathed sword.
"Onward." He sighed.
The two of them did march onward, until they met a great city, filled with the Romany.
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The lyrics are Coldplay's Violet Hill, (and if you have extra time, please look it up). Special thanks to Curlysquirt95 for much needed assistance. Oh, and also, If anyone is willing to beta-read, I would be honored. Thanks, and please read and review!