Castle Siege
#27days27stories Prompt No. 6
I've been stranded before—in storms, in blackouts, in blizzards, and even in a labyrinthine library. But never in a nobleman's wine cellar during a castle siege. We were chatting about our travels over a dinner of roast duck accompanied by my small entourage when a guard sounded the alarm.
Right on cue.
Still believing us innocent guests, he escorted us to the safest place inside the walls and said we could drink whatever we liked. Maybe in jest, or maybe believing it would be our last communion. I was unconcerned either way, and as soon as he closed the heavy oak door, I began searching the shelves.
If my intel was right, and Sal's word was always worth the price, I'd find a bottle marked in an ancient variation of cuneiform hiding in plain sight. After several rounds of cannon fire and shouted curses muffled by the stone walls, I pushed aside the bottle that revealed my prize. Uncorking it wouldn't relinquish fine wine but instead the worlds' oldest known map of portals.
Now it was mine.