Careful so the guard wouldn’t notice, he tossed his handkerchief over the side of the cart, someone would find it. And someone did. Said someone was pleased with the high quality of the handkerchief and tucked it quite happily into their pocket, pleasantly ignorant of the meaning of the monogram and clueless about any potential kidnapping.
Two weeks later the rescuers finally arrived and defeated the dastardly kidnappers. He was thrilled with the drama of it all and threw himself into the arms of his rescuer. His rescuer held him close, relieved her little brother was alright.
“You had us worried,” she murmured.
“I wasn’t,” he said. He looked up and smiled. “Though I would like my handkerchief back.”
She tilted her head. “Your handkerchief?”
“Of course, the one you used to track me.” He beamed up at his sister.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment. “You dropped your handkerchief while you were being kidnapped?”
One denial could be good fun, the second one was just mean, he rolled his eyes. “Yes. It was the green one with my name on it.”
“Ah.” His sister thought quickly. “Well, we did find that one, however it wasn’t how we tracked you – we – “
“What do you mean – I dropped it so you could find it! I want it back.” Tears were welling in his eyes.
His sister knelt so she was on his level. “I did find it. You were very clever in dropping it, however when I showed it to the bad people who kidnapped you they stole it away from me and it flew over the castle wall. I got really sad. However, I would much rather have you around than your handkerchief, okay? We will get you a new one, just in case, alright?”
Her brother wiped away his tears. “Promise?”
“I promise,” she said. Her little brother held out his arms and she picked him up and carried him to her horse. Making a mental note to buy him as many ‘safety’ handkerchiefs as he wanted.
I stole this first line from a diplomat with a machete. Go see who else found handkerchiefs and hope they had better luck.