![]() ![]() Well.wherever he was going, at least it wasn't into the grabby, enthusiastic clutches of Teresadorabella von Grandsbottum! “Or.I'll push you to the bottom of the basket and sit on you.” “ Quiet.” Dupois managed to clamp a hand over his scarf-gagged mouth. “ Mmpphhmmph!” Ali grunted, into his gag, struggling with his bonds. ![]() And then the cart jolted, and they were off, going.somewhere. Moments later, he heard heavy ropes being drawn across the lid of the basket, and around it, holding it in place. “ SILKYBUUUUUUUUUM, WHERE ARE YOOOOOOOUUUUU?!”ĭupois hesitated.and remained tucked up, hiding in the basket. Tie it down? Dupois panicked, contemplating bursting out of the basket and making a break for it, before these men took them both who knew where, but. “ Never mind, just get it on the cart and tie it down.” “ Damn, what's in this one?!” A man growled. The basket was hauled up, off the ground. “ Hmmmph.” Ali mumbled, into his gag, going still and quiet finally. Soon they held voices, and boots thudding nearer. The basket creaked and strained with the two of them squashed inside, but held. “ DUUUUUUUUPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!” The Duchess' bellowing voice could be heard still, and getting unsettlingly closer. “ Quiet.” Dupois squeezed himself into the basket, tucked up with the bound and gagged lad, curled up in a ball themselves. “ Mmmmphphhmmph!” Ali squirmed, in his bonds, and grunted under his own blue scarf, now tied over his mouth as a gag. Dupois smirked, cramming himself into the basket and pulling the lid down on top of him, as he sat himself atop the now helplessly trussed up and gagged Ali Baba. The basket rocked and shook about for a moment, before falling still. “ What are you doing, by Allaammphhh!” Ali managed, before being cut off, silenced. “Move over!” He hissed, and clambered into the basket. “ No time.” Dupois grabbed the rope and rags, ignoring Ali Baba. He looked at the next basket, and saw a bundle of rope, and some rags. He glanced up the row and saw the men loading more baskets, coming closer. “I'm Ali Baba and I'm on a quest to steal the treasure of the for-”ĭupois flinched, in terror. ![]() “ Push off.” The lad grumbled, still trying to pull the lid down. “ How dare you, I am Prince Dupois, and-” “ Hey, get your own!” Someone snapped, from inside, trying to snatch the lid back.ĭupois found himself looking down into the face of a dusky, handsome young man, with a blue scarf around his neck, wearing a baggy, long-sleeved shirt, tucked into similarly baggy trousers, tied at his waist with a sash. Baskets leading up to a wagon, at the other end, which men were loading the baskets onto.ĭupois crept along the row, selecting a basket that seemed just right, and plucked up the lid, to. He ran round the corner, into a small alley.and came upon a long row of baskets. The Duchess, coming in his direction!ĭupois fled, swiftly, pushing through the crowds. Like some sort of indomitable warship, ploughing unhindered through stormy waves of people. “ No!” Dupois gasped, freezing in his tracks.īack down the street, through the roiling droves of people, he could just make her out. “ DUUUUPEEEEEEEEYYY!” A horrifyingly familiar voice bellowed, clearly audible over the rest of the din. And now, clad in his silky white shirt, with it's ruffled scarf around his collar, loose, billowy sleeves, tucked into his tight-fitting black velvet breeches and tall styled boots, he felt just like himself again! A prince, out to seek his destiny! True love, and a wife, to take back home to his own kingdom! Having just escaped from his latest kidnapping on that sunny coastal beach resort, at the grabby hands of that insidious, insulting.amorous woman, the Duchess Teresdorabella von Grandsbottum, this was just what he needed to lose her trail, and make good his break for freedom!įortunately, Dupois had been able to find his clothes, after escaping. It was perfect, Dupois thought gleefully, as he rushed hurriedly through the madness. People clad in colourful eastern fashions thronged the stalls, bartering and arguing en masse. Dusty and smelly with activity and yelling and bartering in the market which jammed up the roads. The city streets were packed and crowded. ![]()
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