Photo Of The Day: 03/07/2011 "If Stones Could Talk My Ii"

The mashed emetic, remained bound between his teeth. It was difficult to swallow and tasted disgusting, but I knew I would need to eat something to withstand the cold night. The north tower, where he was prey, was circular, with thick stone walls and a conical roof of slate. Along the perimeter of the tower, six loopholes, or flared openings. Great inside but ended in small vertical slots to the outside, which served to shoot arrows and crossbows protected by the building structure. Her trembling little body perched on a ledge of the wall and his face looked pale and frightened by one of those openings. The night sky was satin, or a cloud, but dotted with hundreds of bright stars and crowned by a beautiful moon, which shone silver reflection across the valley. A furtive tear rolled down her cheek. The fast wiped his hand, still sticky from the pestilent molasses. Suddenly, a dove landed on the tiny limbs crack and small jumped back, startled. He noted that one of his legs had something screwed. With his heart racing at full speed, release the object and found that it was a kind of comb skin, containing a note curled.

He read avidly and closing her eyes with a gesture of infinite happiness, pressed against his heart. It was her lover. A young plebeian, who lived across the river, and whom he had met in one of his long rides. From the first day they met, came from both a pure infinite love and strove to hide. They were still very young, so disguised his love of friendship, until a few years pass and the time was more propitious. However, fate had surprised the covenant crazy girl's father, who was willing to sell the happiness of his daughter, in exchange for a substantial agreement and to strengthen its position among the nobles of the kingdom. The Duke was a fat man in years, looking greasy and blackened teeth. Known among locals for its cowardice and cruelty. His first wife, another young girl who married by force a few years ago, died of sadness and loneliness, having given birth to seven children in seven years. Now she was destined to run a similar fate, unless the young vassal plan work.

He asked the girl to take out one of the cracks in the tower, her long hair, ponytail subject. The boy, skilled in the arts of hunting, tie a rope over a bar of iron, a few volleys, enroscaría skillfully in her hair. She would have to pick up the device, hoisted to the opening, disconnect the volleys, enter the iron and place it horizontally, to do stop on both sides of the loophole. At the other end of the rope, the boy had prepared a cart laden with fresh hay and drawn by four muscled nags, used to pull hard on the farm work. "Now!", Shouted by a blow with the reins in their glossy backs. The animals came galloping up to the bar top made in the stone wall and bounced back with a snort of pain echoed through the silence of the night. Without giving up, repeated the operation five times. In the latest attempt, the horses gnashed his teeth with the effort, but they got it. A huge piece of rock flew out, leaving a hole in the wall of the tower, allowing the prisoner could jump.

Approached the car at the foot of the tower and made a despairing gesture to the young. Now or never, life or death, she thought, and closed his eyes, rushed into the void. His body fell perfectly between the soft hay, at the precise moment when the shire, began his career encouraged by the cries of "Gee". The noise had alerted the guards of the castle, which from the wall began to shoot arrows at the fugitives.

- Stop it, fools! roared the father. Life is worth nothing. You have to capture it safely. With your lover can do what I plazca.La chilly in the morning breeze hit her face and let his red nose almost insensitive, however, had never noticed a sense of freedom so intense. Sitting on the fragrant hay, crossed his eyes with the young, in the midst of the dizzying career gave him a sweet fleeting glance to make sure she was okay. The plan had worked. Now, should get away as much as possible and make sure not to be found hiding ever. Just then, the little, opened his eyes and saw his teacher, who told him strange gesture, - Are you okay?. You've fallen behind the group. You have not heard the last part of the story and I will not repeat it for you. Ask the notes to some of your colleagues and remember that tomorrow, you must submit an essay of three pages, inspired by the trip today. I do not want excuses .- Three pages? - Yes, three landfills will not accept that making a large print of normal.Sonriente, joined the group, thinking I could write even ten pages, telling the story of the maiden.

Upon leaving, he thought he heard a whisper that came from the depths of the castle and say "remember to be faithful to the truth, and come back soon, I have many more stories to make you live and you can tell. Beware small."

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Text: Iza Otamendi Onintza

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