“Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite.”
“I must help him.” With desperate perseverance, Julia found an old entrance into the dungeon.
Edwin stumbled under the weighty yoke. Again, the whip stung his back.
Later, her urgent whisper woke him. “Edwin. Shhh.” She covered his mouth with her hand.
In silence, Julia guided her little brother up the secret staircase. Together they blasted their way past the dwarf guarding the exit.
Through the hills and down the boat ramp the dwarf chased them. When he grabbed at the boy, Julia pushed him.
Into the lake the King’s Fool fell. And, hence, the lake got its name.