Breakout the Cake

The Cake

Eventually, they picked themselves up, their adventure still far from over now that they had an important mission to fulfil. They managed to sneak back into the monastery grounds just as the moon was reaching its zenith but dawn was still far off, their spirits high but their bellies empty. They shimmied up the exterior wall, Zelnard standing on Jabar’s shoulders then hoisting him up to the window so that they could both slide down the other side. They tiptoed up to the now closed door of the slumbering Dunstor and pushed on his door. It didn’t move. “Hey, how come he gets a lock?” Zelnard whispered almost too loudly. Jabar shushed him again and suggested, “Just leave the cake outside the door and let’s get outta here.” “Fine”, Zelnard said as he pushed the black licorice rubber display cake up to the edge of the door and they quietly slipped back into silent cat mode and crept past the slumbering Ferson’s room and all the Mage masters, slipping back into their room with the kind of glee that only comes from a night of mischief. Zelnard flopped onto his bed, exhausted but exhilarated. “Next year,” he said, between stifled giggles, “we’ll find a real cake.” Jabar grinned, settling back into his bed with a contented sigh. “Or maybe we’ll just stick to the monastery bread.” Little did they know, the Mage elders were not as oblivious as they thought. The next morning, a plate of actual cake....sweet, spongy, and most importantly, edible......appeared mysteriously in their room. Zelnard and Jabar exchanged a knowing look, their secret adventure now a shared memory, with only a hint of suspicion that perhaps, just perhaps, the Mages knew more than they let on. And Dunstor? Well his black eye lasted a week which was only a fraction of the time he used in interrogating the boys of Zouken searching for the culprits who tripped him with a black rubber log.

Thy Quests Did the plan Zelnard and Jabar hatch come to fruition?