Kent unlocked the old rusty dungeon door. When he thrust it open, the musty old smell of suffering entered my nostrils. I heard voices echoing down in the main holding chamber. He yanked me into the darkness of the prison, pushing me down the steep stairs in front of him. The voices stopped, and all I could hear was the echo of clanking keys, then water dropping onto wet concrete. I closed my eyes at the sight of the bars and chains. As I marched down the narrow walkway between the cells, I stepped on a mouse's tail. He let out a painful screech causing me to scream as well. I jumped back, falling into Kent. His sweaty stench was putrid.

"Not so bold now, are you girl?" He chuckled." You'd better brave up, because that little mouse is hardly the scariest thing down here."

He shoved me into one of the cells, and locked the door behind me. He chuckled to himself again. He turned to leave, spinning my freedom on his fingers. Their clanking once again echoed off the walls creating an eerie feeling of despair. When I heard the access door lock behind him, my heart sunk into a bottomless pit. Tears rolled down my cheek as I crawled across the damp, cold floor, searching for something to cover myself with. I reached for what I thought was a fuzzy blanket, but when I pulled it into the light, only end up being a mangy rat.

"Jesus!" I screamed as I threw the rat out of my cell.

It hit the ground on it's back, rolled over, and scampered off into the darkness of another cell. I found a piece of wood that wasn't completely damp, and lit it on fire with a match from my apron. As I examined my new surroundings I noticed that I was not going crazy when I had originally heard voices in the chamber. I saw slumped over mass in the corner of the cell across from mine. I could hear it breath from across the way, and also the moan of pain that followed. I crawled to the bars and peered into the cell across the walkway.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly.

"She'll be fine. She is just scared." Replied a familiar male voice.

I looked around for the source of the response, and saw Enitan sitting on a bench in another cell. That meant that the slumped mass was Nakato. There was another person in the cell next to mine, and I assumed it was the new arrival.

"Your scared too, aren't you?" He asked.

"Aren't you?" I responded with another question.

"When you live my kind of life, eventually they just blend together." He said.

"How many times have you escaped?" I asked stunned.

"We always manage to come to an agreement." He chuckled.

"What kind of thief can escape death so easily that they just let him go?" I questioned skeptically.

"The knightly kind." He responded composedly.

"Oh! M'lord ! I beg your pardon, I had no idea." I apologized.

"Save your apologies, your Master will be wanting them all, I'm sure." He replied.

"Did they confine you to the dungeon because of what you did this morning, Eva?" Enitan asked, and I could sense the embarrassment in his voice.

"Among other things, Enitan. That Kent is a lying snake." I retorted. "Why are you two in here?"

"Because Kent is a lying snake." Enitan responded. He told master that he was beating Nakato because she was trying to run away, and when he did, that I attacked him."

"That must have been when I came to your aid." I grunted. " He told Master as well that I tried to break up the whipping. As if I could take down that ogre."

I sighed heavily, and leaned back into the cold, damp wall. I looked over at Nakato, then back to Enitan. Then, we both turned and looked at the noble thief. He raised his eye brows and stared back at me. He laughed softly to himself, and hung his head.

"Oh, yes. I forgot. This is the part where I explain how a nobleman has found his way into Lord Tiernan dungeon.' He chuckled. " Sit back, and get comfortable. This is a long story."

I slid away from the wall, and crawled over to the bars that divided our cells. I leaned my head against the bars, and stretched out my legs. Cold chills ran down my spine. Goosebumps formed over my arms and legs. The noble thief squeezed his folded jacket through the bars, and laid it on my shoulders. I graciously accepted, and I wrapped the jacket around my arms as he started his story.

"My father was a brave and noble knight, but he often disagreed with the King. The King began to look for reasonable excuses to remove my father from the court. One day, he heard my father discussing a new political idea that other countries had been working on. It was called democracy, and when the King heard about it, he charged my father with Treason against the crown. My father escaped before execution. So, banished and having no other skills, my father became a thief. He also taught me everything he knew. He hoped one day I could restore the family name that had been so unfairly cursed, by becoming a knight for the royal family. And that is where in lies the problem; I am an excellent knight, but a terrible thief."

"That doesn't explain how you ended up here?" I reiterated my question.

We heard voices outside the access door. We took it as a hint, and quieted down. I slid the jacket off my shoulders, and squeezed it back through the bars.

"Now Eva, what kind of knight would I be if I didn't offer a lady my jacket?" He questioned.

I simply shrugged my shoulders. He gently shoved the jacket back through the bars. I put it back around my freezing bare arms.

"I don't believe I caught the family name." I stated as I zipped up the front.

"That would be because I don't believe I offered it." He said.

"What kind of knight doesn't offer his name to a lady he already knows the name of?" I protested.

I sighed, climbing up on the creaky, wooden bench. I laid on my side so I would fit, and faced the wall. This noble thief was turning out to be more of a mystery than I had originally thought.

"Is it short for something?" I heard him ask.

"What are you talking about?" I asked confused by what he was getting at.

"Eva. It has got to be short for something.right?" I responded.

"Evangeline. My name is Evangeline." I said, rolling around a bit, attempting comfort in such intolerable conditions.

"Well then Evangeline, you may call me Warrick."