Awake the Plague. (Continued)

We didn't take the path I came back to my village. He must have known the knights would continue down the path knocking aside anyone in their way if not slamming a cast iron cage onto their head to which indicating that they were seen as sinners, and soon to be offerings to the throne's church.
Following down paths I felt only I and other locals knew about we made it to the village before the knights. I moved my hands up to the boy's shoulders and asserted my footing on his bike. As he sped around the village passing the shadows I screamed
              "THE DARK KNIGHTS ARE COMING!!"
To which I heard my voice echo back saying things such as "The darkness is coming." It's strange how an echo can guide one's voice.

The familiar shadows of those of the village disappeared, I pray that they make it to a spot they wont be found out.
I directed the boy to my house where he crashed his bike into a bush sending our limp bodies into the small stream behind my house. Upon running to the house I grabbed Roison's hand and pulled her inside. The boy followed blowing out any candle and the four of us hid in an underground drying room we had dug out for such occasions.
We sat in silence, Roison was curled up in the arms of my father as he covered her ears so she wouldn't hear the knights and their horses painful footsteps.
I found myself out of breath and leaning into the boy, I was shaking from the cold river's grasp and bit my lip to stop my teeth from chattering. A sharp crunch sound announced that I had bitten through my own lip, to which the boy wrapped his arm around me and slipped his fingers between my teeth to cease further damage. An hour must have passed before the bells of our neighbors rang announcing it was safe to come out.
I went first up the ladder slowly lifting the thick door to our hideaway, peering my eyes around the room to ensure nothing had moved and that they hadn't left anything behind. The three followed behind me, I felt Roison clench my hand for her own comfort. The boy pulled out a small device from his pocket and lit numerous candles and lanterns around the house. He headed out to the river to fetch some water and returned with a kettle full to brew the lot of us some tea.
             "Well my little Fae, wont you tell us who this nice boy is?" Fraser shakenly said while trying to brighten the mood.
             "I'm Shea Middlan, your daughter Fae wouldn't know that though. She generally likes to not only talk to strange men under bridges but she likes to invade their privacy." He announced.
             "For the record I was not bothering a strange man, but rather curious about what an estranged boy was doing under the bridge with his odd trinket kit. Also my name isn't Fae, it's my surname." I said with a whip of my tongue. 
             "Excuse my child's quick wit boy. Her name is Fallow, she would have let you find out on your own if it wasn't for me. I'm Fraser, this is Roison and welcome to our humble abode. May I ask why you two are drenched in bog water?" Fraser said with his sweet curiosity.
             "Fraser I guess our dinner date is not only going to be early tonight, but it looks as though we will have some guests." I sang.
             "Fallow found me under the bridge down the road, I am a plague worker. I was brewing some new medicines from your villages lovely abundances of life from this death filled air. Hoping that they could serve to heal some of those with death at their feet. I was interrupted when Fallow peered over the bridge and struck up conversation with a heavy chain of questions. I heard the knights approaching as their horses' hooves echoed through the ground and bridge. So I climbed up by her side and swept her to safety. But rather than remaining under the bridge she plead to return to the village to warn those in the village. We rode to the village on my steam engined bike, which I then crashed into your bushes which sent us hurtling into the stream." Shea said with a calm voice.
Roison and Fraser's faces laid blankly upon Shea, they had no idea what he had just said to them, but they were too sweet to even question a single word Shea just said. Though with how they looked at the two of us I would assume they thought they were seeing sparks. 


I watched as Shea tried to explain his chemistry and bike to the two. His hair was like a soft brown damp mop. Roison had asked him to remove his clothing to be washed and dried for his troubles. This house is not large and I was asked to show Shea to my room for him to change. I grabbed from an old chest in my room a fairlawn shirt, a nice pair of trousers and a set of undergarments that I felt would fit the boy. As I turned around he stood in his birthday suit hands fearfully covering his parts and he was stripped of his confident expression. 
              "Here you are Shea." I said while handing him the new attire. He grabbed them quickly and waited for me to leave. 
              "Oh no boy, I'm not leaving you to fondle through my things to figure out who I am. This is my room and you're a guest in it. I know I should have manners and to trust a guest alone in my room. But as you said you're just some strange man I stumbled upon." I said with personal dominance. 
              "Uh aha well, I guess you have me there. Are these your husband's clothes?" Shea said while dressing himself, he really tried to maintain some modesty.
I ignored his question and sat in silence as he resumed dressing. He stood up and stepped forward as the sky broke a stream of light into my room. It landed upon Shea as I looked up and mumbled,
             "They're my father's."