"Colin, you can go. I'll be right there," Brad said and rubbed his eyes.
Colin left the hut and went to his father. Brad dressed and followed the boy. The robbers went in search of Chloe.
The sun rose and began to warm the air. Chloe stopped and sat down on the grass to rest a little. The shadow of the trees sheltered the girl from the stinging sun.
"I want to drink," Chloe mumbled.
"We'll give you water," cried the robbers and surrounded the girl.
Chloe screamed in surprise. She put her feet under her and closed her eyes in her hands.
"Oh, you rascal, you wanted to escape. Immediately show me what you took with you from the cart," said Butch in a rasping voice. He walked over to Chloe and grabbed her arm.
"I did not take anything from the cart. I beg you to let me go," the girl asked.
"No! I'll sell you in the market," the robber answered and rudely pulled Chloe by the arm. Chloe began to fight and scream.
Barking dogs could be heard in the distance.
"It's time for us to go," Butch shouted. He dragged the girl along with him.
"Help," cried Chloe, and fell to her knees.
Butch was angry with the girl. He swung his hand on it to strike, but did not have time. A man on horseback struck Butch with a whip on his back, and the robber crouched in pain.
"How dare you," Butch asked in a rude and malicious voice.
"Be silent! I'm King Harold. You are in my kingdom. If you do not want to go to the dungeon, then you must obey me," ordered the king.
"I do not want to be in prison. Let me go, Your Majesty," Butch asked.
"Go away," said King Harold.
Butch called his son and Bred. The robber grabbed Chloe's hand and pulled after him. Chloe jerked her hand away.
"You must come with us," Butch said.
"No, I will not go with you!" Chloe cried.
"Why does not the girl want to go with you," the king asked.
"My sister's dead. Her daughter does not want to live in my family, so snaps," the robber answered politely.
"You all lie the pilferer. You kidnapped me and you want to sell on the market," Chloe cried.
"Baby does not insult me," Butch said politely. He clenched his fists, barely restraining his anger.
"As her name," the king asked.
Butch did not expect such a question and was confused. He looked at his son in the hope of getting a clue.
"The girl's name …" Butch said slowly.