Posted in Posted by C.S. Lewis

*Trips in door and glares at Jules* When are you going to learn to pick up your swords.
 Someone has ordered me to invite OutlawedPrincess, I am afraid I do not have time, so whoever it was feel free to invite her and any other writers you know.
 Also I am starting my book next week, I will post parts so you can all see how you look in a book, RK you had better be nice to me or I shall find great pleasure in cruely tomenting you in the book! And you forget one important fact, YOU brought up the sardines, not me!
 Now if you toss another long on the fire I shall read you the next part of my story, as I know you have all been dying to hear, me more then anyone else, the dying i mean :D
 Ever yours, Jack Lewis's Ghost and her sardines
P.S. This is a random part from the book, not chapter two.

Nate ran his hand through his red hair and leaned forward in his chair. He looked closely at the man across from him. He was tall, gangly, and for the most part looked like a computer geek as Jessie would put it; however his features were much to sharp. That and he wore a permanent scowl. So, this was the man who may have the missing key to finding the sword.
“I hear you caused quite a disturbance in my castle,” George Alderson laced his fingers together, rested his elbows on his legs, and gazed long and hard at Nate.
Nate felt a flush creep up his neck. What was he supposed to do? Deny it? What was there to deny? Creeping out the window, scaring a maid, annoying the butler, crashing into Mr. Alderson’s brother while sliding down a banister? Face it Nate, you are guilty!
Nate wondered how he was going to get out of this one, imagine it, being arrested for a supposed break in, murder, escape, and admitted breaking a man’s neck all in one day. That had to be a record of some sort, many he would get his name entered into the book of world records. Mr. Alderson was still studying Nate.
“I have heard of you,” He said finally as he broke the gaze and sat back in his chair. “Yes I have heard much of you Dr. Nathan Marshall.”
Nate wanted to sink into the chair’s cushions, what exactly had this man heard about him?
The man forced a smile on his lips as he said, “You seem to have a guilty conscious Dr.”
Nate ran his hand through his hair again and said more to himself, “More like an unnatural ability of getting into dangerous situations.”
The man stood abruptly, clasped his hands behind his back, and started to pace, crossing the room in long, swift strides. “From what I have heard you have, so far, taken on tomb robbers and stopped a mad man from killing a town full of innocent bystanders.”
Nate wasn’t sure what to say and so stammered, “Well, Jeremy did help me stop the tomb robbers, and it was more Sam and Jessie who stopped the Red Baron.”
The man turned swiftly and cast his screeching gaze on Nate. Nate slumped a bit in his chair again. “You do not give yourself enough credit Dr. Marshall,” Mr. Alderson finally said. “Any man who can climb across a ledge to escape a library must be a man of remarkable abilities.”
Mr. Alderson sat again, crossed his ankles, laced his fingers, leaned forward, and said, “Come, tell me about yourself Dr.”
***
Jessie knelt before the door, ear pressed to the crack, listening intently. Jack stood above her, trying to keep still, but was constantly shifting his feet. Jessie finally hissed at him, telling him to hush.
“I can’t hush!” Jack moaned as he knelt beside her. “They have been in there for a half hour!”
Jessie shook her head. “I haena heard anything though.”
Jack pressed his ear close to hers. “No sword fighting?”
“Nothing,” Jessie whispered. “Ye dinna suppose he uses poison?”
“He owns a castle; poison definitely has to be considered.”
When Mr. Alderson’s brother had taken Nate up to see George Alderson Jessie and Jack had been ordered to wait in the hall, after an half hour of waiting they had taken up listening at the door, thus passing another half of an hour.
Jessie moved back and looked at Jack who looked grave. “We should run in there and save him,” Jessie said.
Jack leaned back, rocking on his heals. Without thought his hand went to the dagger at his side and he said, “Are you with me?”
“He’s my brother,” Jessie said with a hint of gallantries. “O’ course I’m wi’ ye.”
They both stood up and Jack reached for the door handle, turned it, and shoved the door in, it didn’t hit the wall as they were expecting. Instead it hit something soft, swung back, and whacked Jack on the head. He staggered backwards and stepped on Jessie’s feet, causing them both to fall backwards to the floor.
Nate stood over them with a look of bewilderment while Mr. Alderson rubbed his chest where the door had hit him. “Let me guess?” Nate asked as his eyes landed on the dagger. “My rescue party?”