voices from there. His gaze wandered in the other direction and a strange feeling crept into him. He turned his back on the corridor and looked thoughtfully at the balcony door.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him and he didn't like it. Hadn't Angelus flown to the left? He ran to the window and threw open the door. Yes, for sure, he had flown to the left! In Luna's direction! Did she call for him? Undecided, he stood on the battlements and looked in the direction of her room.But if he gave in again now, what else was he? It wasn't her toy that she could just put in the corner and only take out when she needed it again! Determined, he went back to his devastated room.

Had Angelus done something to her? His gaze wandered back to the balcony door. He just couldn't shake off his inner restlessness. With a slight curse he stepped back out onto the balcony. Okay Kai, you are her toy. Idiot! , his inner voice threw at him as he walked down the battlements. He stopped just before her window and looked carefully around the corner. She didn't seem to be there, but then he noticed the red trail that disappeared behind the bed and he stepped further to the left. Then her feet appeared.



There was a lot of hammering and tinkering going on in the courtyard. Slowly but steadily, a small town of wooden stalls grew up all over the courtyard and the first craftsmen from the town arrived.Completed stalls quickly filled with all sorts of useful, beautiful and tasty items that were supposed to be sold. 30 percent of the profit from each stand would benefit the castle. The sun burned mercilessly from the azure blue sky and heated the air between the castle walls extremely. There was not a breeze and all the workers were sweating enough.

Chris hurried from booth to booth with a clipboard and tried to tick off who was already there and which trade was still missing. She stopped at a half-finished hut and paused in its shadow. Ray and Max were working on the rickety wooden frame, both bare-chested and sweating small brooks. They screwed, hammered and drilled like the world champions, because the lady who was to get this stand was already standing with her rifle at her feet and pounding impatiently on the door of her van. It said 'METZGEREI PEACOCK' in large, red letters, next to it a grinning colorful peacock with its 'thumb' up.

Ray interrupted his work briefly and whispered to Chris: "Try to keep this fury off our necks for a while. The old woman has hair on her teeth!" The young woman laughed and went over to the van to engage the butcher in a conversation . As soon as the two had found a topic, a loud bang sounded through the courtyard and shortly afterwards a thick cloud of smoke penetrated from the middle window of the tower. "Excuse me.", Chris called quickly to the woman and ran over to the keep. She arrived at the door at the same time as Tyson, who had run up a side lane.

They met Cheetah, Leo and Kit, all three with black faces and stained clothes. While Tyson went into the tower to see if something was burning, Chris confronted the three of them. "What are you doing in there? Did you want to blow up the tower?" Angry, she put her hands on her sides. That was just missing now that they were stressed enough. Leo scratched his head in embarrassment and Cheetah replied, "We were only testing something for the show."

At that moment Tyson came back and said, "Well, one of the Classic Bowles is completely in the bucket.", And with a stern look at his charges he asked, "What have you been doing? But not this madness with the smoke bombs?" All of them Three looked at the floor, which was answer enough for him. Chris looked questioningly at the trainer. “Smoke bombs?” Tyson was about to answer when the deep voice of the butcher's echoed across the courtyard: “Young woman! What will happen to the stand now?” Chris turned and shouted, “I'll be with you in a moment! Max, Ray, go! ", Tyson and the three children were forgotten and she strode back over to the booths.

Cheetah looked cautiously up at Tyson, who was still glaring down at her. "That would definitely make a great show," she said meekly. Tyson crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes, of course, if you cause a moderate explosion. I have forbidden you to do it and it stays that way. And so that you finally understand that my prohibitions also apply, you pay for the repair of the punch with your pocket money!", with that he disappeared through the side path he had come on.

The three evildoers were left bent. "What went wrong?", Kit wanted to know now and looked down at his charred blade. Cheetah scowled into the area and replied irritably: "Nothing. Almost nothing. The blades just mustn't collide because then the flying sparks will cause the explosion." She turned around and wanted to go back into the tower. Leo held her back. "Do you want to try again?" He asked. Cheetah nodded. "Of course!", With that she went back inside. Leo and Kit reluctantly followed. What do you think Tyson would do with them when he found out?

But Tyson was behind the castle, managing the construction of a long, dark tunnel of black sheets over pavilion poles. The corridor extended from one of the many side gates parallel to the castle wall and was intended to pretend to the theater audience that they were leaving Scotland and going to another castle.For this purpose, the AG Art had painted large pictures that were hung in the tunnel and represented stations on the way to England. They would later be lit by Kai's torch as he led the group this way.

Less than ten paces from him, older students marked the path that the audience and actors would use so that the two groups would never miss each other in the dark. Two heavy draft horses grazed on a makeshift pasture, which a farmer had given them so that Macbeth and Banquo could come ridden in later. The big, peaceful animals didn't let the hustle and bustle around them bother them and munched their grass.

Max and Ray had set up their stand in record time and the butcher was already happily setting up her refrigerators and goods. Tired the two sat in the shade with a bottle of water, Ray watched the hustle and bustle in the yard, Max leafed through the newspaper.Suddenly he asked, "Did you know that we had a partial lunar eclipse tonight? And a full moon anyway." Ray shook his head. "Full moon? Sounds perfect, then we don't need so many torchbearers." Max nodded in agreement, then said: "Oh, but a storm is also forecast. Hopefully the weather will last until the theater is over." Ray was silent.

A station wagon from the local folklore club rolled into the yard. "What do they want? Play along?" Asked Ray. Suddenly Kenny was standing next to them. Neither of them could make out where he had come from. They winced when he said, “They're bringing kilts and linen clothes.” The two perked up. "Kilts?" Max asked again. Kenny nodded. "Of course. This is supposed to be really Scottish, so all the men and boys involved wear kilts, the women get linen dresses or skirts and blouses." Max and Ray looked at each other and then laughed at the same time. Ray asked: "And boss, shall we clarify the question of what the Scot is wearing under his skirt?"Kenny grinned. As he walked, he said:" It's up to you. "Together with the man from the folklore club, he loaded several boxes out of the station wagon.

Next, Chris unexpectedly stood next to the two of them. "You have nothing to do?" She asked aloud, so that the two of them started again. "Don't all sneak up on us! It's not good for the heart.", Max was indignant and Ray asked: "Where do you always come from? Is there a secret door somewhere?" Chris waved him off and asked: "Where are you Our two quarreling lovebirds? And where is my sister with her team? "The two blade breakers answered both questions with a shrug. With a grin, Max speculated: "The two might just be reconciling.", And Ray said: "I think Cheetah and the two boys disappeared back into the tower after you shit."

Chris put his hands on his sides. "It was clear that they wouldn't listen to us.", She said angrily and marched towards the tower. She paused again briefly and shouted: "If you already have nothing to do, then grab everyone who is standing around pointless and get changed!"Grumbling, the two men got up and gathered up who looked bored.



Startled, Kai jumped to the balcony door of Kathrine's room and put his hands on the glass. Locked. Without a doubt, he rammed his fist through the window near the lock and opened it from the inside. He found Kathrine in her blood on the floor. Her back was cut back and forth and the sweater was stuck with rags on the slowly drying blood. That cursed angel! , he thought angrily, Does he want to destroy my life completely? Kai got on his knees next to her and carefully turned her around. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He could see that she had been crying. Kathrine let him pull her into the seat and smiled. At that moment, only one thing was true for her: he was fine! Lucky

"What happened?" He wanted to know, holding her hand in his. Kathrine had tears in her eyes again and she threw herself into his arms so that they fell together against the bed.Reluctantly, Kai hugged her because he didn't want to hurt her any more. Her blood stained his hands red. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed against his chest. Kai was silent. He hadn't made it again. Slowly it was just laughing as he was hanging on a leash that she was holding in her hand.

Kathrine struggled to control herself and sat up again to be able to look at him. "I never wanted to lie to you and I will never do it again! I'll tell you everything, but please, don't be angry anymore!" Her eyes practically pleaded with him. He gently wiped the tears from her face and