Hatter's Point of View Part 32
Hatter and Alice turned to see none other than Jack Heart.
"Hello, Alice," he said. "Not interrupting anything, am I?" He held a long sword in his right hand, and it glinted in the sun.
Hatter felt his lip curl, and he took a step forward, shielding Alice with his body.
"I know what you're thinking. How could anyone sneak up on me of all people? And in my own manor, too." Charlie crooned from over in the corner. His hands and feet were bound, and he was lying on the ground.
Hatter felt the bloodlust rise in his veins. He wanted to kill Jack Heart for what he had done to Alice.
Hatter picked up the nearest thing that was even comparable to Jack's sword, and closed the distance between them. Turns out, he had picked up a large, thick stick. It was no match to a sword, of course, but he would be damned if he would let Jack get anywhere near Alice.
"You think you can take me on with that?" Jack sneered.
"I'm not an old man." Hatter snarled back.
"Look, nobody is fighting unless it is me, a
Hatter's Point of View Part 31
Hatter started up the boat, and sped off across the water. He quickly found his mooring spot, hid the boat, and then jogged off through the forest.
He paused, just out of sight of the camp, to catch his breath. He didn't want Alice to necessarily know that he had hurried back to her side. I'm a little pathetic, he berated himself. He didn't let it bother him too much, though, and continued into camp once his breathing had become regulated again.
As he walked into camp, Hatter was greeted by gentle snoring coming from a hammock. There's a shock Hatter thought as he approached the knight, asleep in his hammock, and holding a little brown stuffed animal to his chest.
Hatter looked around, and had to stifle a groan when he couldn't find Alice.
He leaned over so that his mouth was near the knight's ear.
"Charlie." He said loudly.
The knight awoke with such a start that he flipped the hammock, and landed unceremoniously on his stomach.
"You're supposed to be looking after
Hatter's Point of View Part 30
After a few moments of consideration, Alice finally nodded her consent.
"Good," he nodded sharply, "let's go then."
He started to walk away from the beach, when some clanking and creative swearing made him pause. He turned around, and almost doubled over with laughter as he saw Charlie trying to carry his armor, walk, and put it all back on at the same time.
"Would you like some help?" He went over, and aided the aging knight. I feel like a page, he thought. He was careful to avoid looking at Alice, but he could feel her eyes on him, almost as if she were measuring him up, and were trying to see the depths of his sincerity.
When Charlie was finally suited up, they started again. The fortress was off to the south of them, and it would take a little over an hour of a fast walk for them to reach Charlie's camp. Hatter led the way, followed by Charlie, and Alice brought up the rear. They did not speak much, and Hatter supposed that they were all trying to avoid confrontat
Hatter's Point of View Part 29
Her outbreak made him pause. She hadn't ever snapped at him before. He glanced down the shore, giving Alice a moment or two to compose herself before he met her eyes again.
She looked at the water over his shoulder, her face that of someone lost and adrift with nothing to grab hold of. Oh, how he wanted to be that rock offering her salvation from the rough waters, but she stubbornly floated just out of reach too determined to trust not him, but Jack Heart.
Then, it was all suddenly clear to him. "He's engaged." Alice said, her voice sounding somewhat strangled. She met his gaze. "To a duchess."
Not just adrift, then. Hatter thought. Thrown overboard "So he's two-timing you?"
She lifted her eyebrows slightly, and looked back out to the water. "I don't think it's like that." She refused to lock eyes with him again, too ready to believe her own words than what was