Snippet #1684410

Abegail struggled against Walter as he led her up to the platform. The colour drained from her face as he led her past the soldiers. She could hear their mumurs as the pair walked past them. Abegail tried to stop, tried to plant her feet in the ground to stop Walter from pulling her. It didn't help. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear. "Just trying to buy some time Ab." Abegail's face was still pale and she resisted the urge to snap at Walter for calling her Ab.

Abegail narrowed her eyes at Walter and looked at him closely. She was looking for any sign that he was serious, that the plan was to buy time. Abegail honestly couldn't tell, her anger and fear was clouding her judgement. "Buying time for what? Is he planning to just hand me over? I wish I hadn't dropped the rock..." Abegail turned to look at where she had dropped the rock as the questions ran through her mind. Abegail turned to look ahead of her, to watch the proceedings between Walter and Niclas. Abegail stared hard at Niclas. He laid a hand on her and she'd happily hit him again.

Abegail stood there fuming, staring at Niclas. Walter's hand was still on her arm and he was still holding her in a way that prevented her from getting away. The anger was apparent on her face as she looked at Niclas. Abegail resolved to give Walter the benefit of the doubt. After all they had been through she couldn't say she full believed he would just hand her over to the SS and allow Niclas to kill her. But stranger things have happened when people are on grail quests. Myths were full of honourable knights, brave men who turn against their friends and family for the sake of the grail. The power that the throne supposedly gave would entice even the best of men. Abegail watched and waited for a sign that would let her know whether the danger she was in was a ploy or the danger was very, very real.