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He wanted to strike at my legs for the last couple parries, but he didn’t have the confidence. When our steel met once more, I listened in on his thoughts. I’m going to do it. This time, I’m going low. I prepared myself to step back, and as soon as he swung, I sent my sword through his back.
Images of his wife and two children flashed in my mind; my legs weakened. Their grim situation became apparent as I quickly learned about the local magistrate who was notorious for taking the wives and daughters of debtors as sex slaves. I pulled the sword out and collapsed onto the ground. A pair of tears ran down my cheeks. I made a mental note to try and make it to his family and help them, Mary and the twins, Catherine and Charles.
Once the images ceased, I gathered myself and stood up. I had hoped nobody heard our battle; another fight, another death, was not high on my list of things I wanted. I closed the man’s eyelids and left the passage.
I crept up the stone staircase towards the great hall where the lord ate with a pair of his advisers. I hugged the wall and moved patiently so I wouldn’t be seen like downstairs. When I was only a couple steps from the lord, I took out two of my daggers. I threw one at the table, sticking it in the wood. The men froze and stared at it for a moment while I rushed at the lord.
Before he was able to react, I had the steel of my other dagger pressed against his throat. Immediately I heard his thoughts rushing through the steel and into my head. How did they find me this fast. Could I stick my diner knife through this punk’s throat. Is anybody going to help me? Why are they just sitting there.
I took the dinner knife from the lord’s hands. “I wouldn’t even think about that.” I said. “And the rest of you,” I motioned towards the advisers, “would best be suited to leave. I’m here on orders of the king.”
Shit. He knows. They’re going to take me into the dungeon.
“That’s right, you are going to lock you up for a long time, that is if they let you keep your head.”
“Are you...You’re one of those freaks who can read people’s thoughts aren’t you?” He tried to mask his fear by speaking with confidence, but I knew better. I could feel his terror.
“That’s right. And since you know what I’m here for, tell me his name?”
I can’t tell him about Alexander. If I tell him, they will have me killed before the week is through.
“Tell me more about Alexander.”
“Son of a a bitch, I forgot you can do that. Listen, you know him as well as I do. He’s just one of those crooks that work around the embassies.”
It didn’t seem like he knew more, but still I asked, “Who was he working for?”
What was his name? He was the guy wearing the brown cloak, but shit, I don't’ remember his name. Did he even say? I only remember his face. “I don’t know his name.”
“But you got a look at his face?”
“Describe it for me?”
His mind, slow initially, was now spinning with more momentum than a large, stone flywheel. “He had a round face. But his nose, I don’t know how to describe his it. It was very distinguished.”
He couldn’t put it into words; unfortunately for him, I could. I jammed my knife in the side of his throat. Instantly, the face of the man in the brown cloak rushed into my mind. I had what I needed and pulled the knife out of the lord’s neck.
I took the handful of coins he had on him while he bled out on the floor of the castle. “Next time, get a name. Always get a name.” I said to the corpse.
Killing the lord was nowhere near as painful as the man. He at least deserved to die. “Mary, Catherine, and Charles, hopefully you can forgive me.” I jingled the coins in my hand and started off for their home.