The Brave Princess
‘Alice!’ the four women came running, and stopped in front of the door.
‘When did you get here?’ Maria inquired.
‘Why are you dirty?’ Scarlett demanded.
‘Are you hurt?’ Kimana questioned.
‘Is this your home?’ Charelyyn anxiously asked her.
Alice did not reply to a single question, but tugged Charelyyn inside.
‘Get in now!’ Alice hissed, and slammed the door once all the women were in. They retreated from the door, and just then, they heard a fairly pleasant humming sound coming from outside. Alice lunged forward, wondering what it is, then darted back to Maria, Scarlett, Kimana and Charlyyn. A bit of saw dust fell on the floor from the door, and Alice thought she was dreaming when she saw a circle pop slightly out of the door. More sawdust fell onto he floor, and the circle came out a bit more.
The other three women thought they were dreaming too, but eventually a great big circle of the wonderful oak door fell out of its place, and someone stood in the hole – someone Alice recognized and disliked very much.
‘Excuse me, Miss Lucy, your bath is ready.’ Ramona said. She waited for a moment, and heard a soft buzzing sound.
‘Are you all right, Miss Lucy?’ She asked, but no answer came, so she pushed the door, glimpsed inside – and gasped.
Lucy was floating in mid air, moving from side to side, doing cart wheels and handstands, and her eyes glowed a pale red.
The maid ran down the hallways, down the stairs, and gasped once more. A large, circular, chunk of the beautiful front door was on the floor, the girls and a familiar man stood onto of it. His name was…
‘Mr. Smith? Aren’t you meant to be in prison?’ the maid said, and frowned.
‘Well, you see, I escaped, amazingly, and then I w- hold on- why am I explaining this to you? I now rule the land of Gradana and you bow down to me!’ Mr. Smith said, and pointed at the ground.
‘Why must I bow down to you?’ asked Alice.
‘Well, because I am your king! Obviously, silly girl!’ Mr. Smith giggled weirdly.
‘No, you are not my king. And if you are, when was your coronation? ‘ Alice asked, thinking she outsmarted her former tutor.
‘Yes, I am your king. And if I am not, who is? And what is a coronation?’ he asked, thinking he outsmarted his former student.
‘My father, Reuvan Hollos, is my king, and your king. And a coronation is a big ceremony that everyone in the world hears about, when someone gets crowned king or queen. I did not hear about yours!’ Alice said, and knew she had outsmarted him.
Mr. Smith went all toffee-nose, saying he had to eat, ‘as your king’, and ordered a passing chef, who was going off to have his break, to get food. The chef looked confused at first, but Mr. Smith had such a face that the chef went back to the kitchens to get him some day old turkey.
Meanwhile upstairs, Lucy was having trouble. Her hands were ripping up the fluffy robes, but she could not stop them! Once every robe, except the one on her, was on the floor in a pile of fluffy fabric, she sped towards the window, and got a glimpse outside. She saw black cars. She had never seen them before, but Alice had. They were the cars that had kidnapped Alice.
There was a man standing on top of one of the cars. He was quite large, and his name was Brick (of course, Lucy did not know this; she did not even know those cars had taken her niece). He was holding out his hand, moving it and bending his fingers to control Lucy (Lucy did not know this either). When Lucy tried to hold onto the edge of the window, she just ripped the wood she was grasping off, and darted out the door, and glided past Alice’s room, another bathroom, and many more bedrooms. She narrowly missed another maid, who had just woken up for her night shift and was walking out the door of her bedroom.
She floated above the banister of the stairs, her head scraping the ceiling. When she got to Alice, the man that had been standing on the black car was just walking through a perfect circle of the door, which the other part of lay on the ground. She gasped, and as the man moved his hand forwards and backwards, she started moving in the same way.
Queen Annora came running down the hall, and gasped.
‘Why is Mr. Smith here?’ she said, frowning at Mr. Smith. ‘And who are they?’ she asked as she glimpsed at Brick, Leon, Numbskull, and all the other bad men dressed in black clothes.
‘Ha ha! Annora! So nice to.. see you!’ Mr. Smith said, tugging Annora’s hair. ‘Well, I escaped from prison, and sent my trusty side kicks to find and capture Alice. But she is sly!’
‘Please, don’t tug my hair! And I don’t care if you got out of prison! I just want you back in there! And my Alice is not sly! You are! And, please, tell that man of yours to stop doing that to Lucy!’
Poor Lucy had been tortured, being banged against the walls, and now had many bruises and even a few small cuts over her. Mr. Smith nodded at the man, who flew her up into the air, and let go of her. She fell onto the floor with a thump, but was free from Brick’s grasp.
The maid who Lucy had almost bumped into about ten minutes ago, was just coming down the stairs when she heard the shouts. She crept down, and had a secret glimpse; and saw Mr. Smith! Knowing that Mr. Smith was not welcome at the Hollos’ palace, she crept back up the stairs, grabbed a phone and called the police.
‘Yes – I need the police at the Hollos’ Palace as soon a possible. Mr. Smith has come back. Yes, Mr. Smith. Of course, I’m sure that it is Mr. Smith! Anyway, I need police here as soon as possible. He is causing havoc! Oh, and also, could the police keep the sirens and lights off, please? Yes, it is necessary. If he sees them coming…. Yes, thank you. Bye!’
~~~~~~End Of Chapter 33~~~~~~