A month at the manor house has taught you more or less everything you need to know. The life of a slave is hard. Each morning you're woken at dawn. With wheelbarrows and baskets, you go into the orchards to pick the fruit. Apples and grapes, which are then either sold or smashed into juice, cider or wine. Breakfast is as scant as possible, but tolerable. Bread, salt-pork and cheese, with a little water. Prince Allan is quiet and hardworking. You wonder what goes through his head, but he doesn't speak much.

The lord of the manor lives with his wife, two daughters and three sons. One of his sons and his two daughters are older, in their late twenties. They're bossy and stuck up. The two younger boys are quieter and more friendly. Despite their father's warnings, they wander the grounds of their estate at their pleasure, and you and Allan have seen them several times while you worked the fields, cutting the barley with sickles. Like most boys born into the aristocracy, they didn't have many playmates, but their father had warned them away from playing with slaves. A slave was there to WORK, to DO as he as TOLD. Not to act like a toy for the amusement of others. Their father told them that a slave was expensive to buy and look after and that he didn't want his investment being tampered with.

You forget about the family that lords it over you, and concentrate on escaping. After a month of hard work, you're brought into the great house permanently. You and Allan work as hall-boys, cleaning, sweeping and tidying up. It's still backbreaking work, but at least you're indoors this time, and out of the heat and cold.

But you can't stay like this! And not Allan. He's not used to work like this. You need to escape and try and restore Allan to the throne.

One evening, once everyone's gone to sleep, you light a candle and sneak through the corridors of the house. You creep out of the servants quarters and head upstairs, trying to find a door into the manor grounds which the butler hasn't locked up for the night. You're nervous. His lordship doesn't seem overly cruel, but you don't want to get caught by him! If he finds you, you could be in DEEP trouble. You try one door after another, one window after another...Nothing!

"Hey!" a voice hisses at you in the darkness, "What are you doing upstairs at this time of night!?"

You turn around to see...