Gradually we are getting closer to the end, much to cram into one chapter. Difficulty also put together all these little bits of texts written over the routes. More and more connections between the characters as complex as writing the chapters, do not say too much and do not forget that whatever happens there will not influence only one point of view.
Music Inspiration: Cultus Ferox - Sarah
Chapter XXV. Guylhom - Rude awakening
- Mother?
- Guylhom, hang up my child.
- I'm not made for that mother. I want to go. Where are you?
Guylhom could not see it but he felt its presence.
- Thou canst not my son. You no longer belong, you have a mission.
- If you like mom, I miss you so much.
- Thou must suffer still my son, I'm sorry, feel good.
- Mother, help me!
- my little
... He knew she was crying and he would cry too if it was not too bad.
pain, he had never known so strong. She drummed to his temples. Or maybe it was the music Burganne. " Music? "It's a big word for this deafening din that accompanied them from morning till night: drums, horns, flute and saints only knew what else. Never stopped they not? Not a moment's rest, he began to hate the Burgan same night the guards were still the way to play an instrument. For weeks he lay now, his arms still bound behind his back, ostensibly to prevent him from scratching his face but he was and remained a prisoner even though his face scratched indeed atrociously. The alarm had yet been much more difficult.
He screamed and laughed like a madman when he could no longer screaming. And Bam and Bam Bam and that continued outside the drums or maybe it was his head would burst. His mind was clouded even more sure it was him crying. Maybe it was another wounded. He kept screaming and he wanted him to shut up but he could not speak. He had a bad dog, his mouth is constantly filled with hot liquid and ferrous. " SHUT UP! "but he did think that the two bursts pain. We kept him on the spot but he did not see that, maybe he was just too weak? A squeaky voice and strong yet imposed itself.
- Come out fool, you've done enough damage like that! The shape
entered and drove in another before going to sing. Meanwhile the other garish did not shut his mouth. They complete on behalf of the Saints!
He was hot or cold shoulder, he no longer knew his body was shivering he was certain. Does it hurt, especially his head, he would have sworn was ready to explode, and it was pulsating drumming. Maybe were what those damned Indians and their music.
Why was it so dark? A man nearly choked him " That's impossible! "
squeaky voice said
- The gods alone decide what is possible or not. What seems impossible is really to be as pale as you. Get out of here before I cleaned the wound, it will be worse .
Man does not tell him twice. What was she talking wound? Was there any talk of him or the other?
He offered also just another? Anyway it was time to take care of him. He tried to grin but the pain made him faint. He woke up and still singing the old. As if he needed it. He wanted him to be quiet intimate but failed to produce a single sound.
He woke up several times and then fell unconscious. He seemed to have less pain or maybe it was just used it. One moment he realized that he put a bandage around his head, itch and he wanted to discuss but stunned by the pain he fell asleep for good this time.
He awoke much later, he could not say how much time had passed but hunger tormented him. The old woman had returned and tried to make him drink water. He failed to utter a word to say what? Thank you for messed up but kept alive?
It was voiceless, voice hoarse, broken to have cried too. It took several visits she finally gave her soup. She also changed the bandages, she was withdrawing those were blood red and only the horrible feeling when the tear off from his face he confirmed that it was his. It did not really know where he was, it was burganne, it was certain but he could not see it well, it was so dark in here. In addition she no longer spoke as if the words cost him too much. One morning a man who entered, he was tall and strong, his beard made him look fierce. He put knee, meant something but choked and wept. The scene was so unlikely that Guylhom thought he had dreamed.
He realized he was blind but he still had this vision capability secondary he did not know what miracle. He knew that barred his eyes sore eyes and nose, he had not yet been able to touch it but he felt other do. The simple act of walking again seemed like a miracle in itself. The Burgan had come to return his armor. Their efforts could not remove coarse bruises that tarnished the luster or the missing pieces on the gorget. His gaze traveled the metal skinned, wondering how anyone could survive such blows. Royan Saint really needed to be at his side. By cons, he had been spared by the snide remarks of Hadera, perhaps his wound had healed her of her madness. The blond man entered and sat cross-legged, he saw an air Guylhom hesitant.
- Me Ah nuf. The man was trying somehow to express themselves in a liudmarkien more than rudimentary.
His accent was terrible and Guylhom could not help him answer Burgan although it had no idea how he had learned the language.
- I understand your dialect, Arnulf .
Man does not seem surprised, just tired.
- I must confess something to a time when my name I thought was ridiculous might change for worse. Some call me the already too proud Arnulf Arnulf soft, Arnulf decline. I do not have forgiveness of my people and your survival. I offer So my life back, but before I want you to listen to me.
Guylhom had little choice and the long period in bed made him eager for company.
- The gods have spoken. Do not make this head there, they did more than talk to you so that you survive the blows of axes. No matter how you call them or the mysteries that surround them, land that rumbles and wakes the gods want me to soothe.
Guylhom moved nervously, he did not know exactly what had happened and was not sure you want to know. Remains that it was inflated from this wild talk theology when he saw probably still an act of God at every clap of thunder in the sky.
- survival Burgan and perhaps your own people is at stake An army stepped on our land, killing everything in its path. Men like you!
- Aelor? Aelor you saw?
The man handed her a moment and put his hand in a short ax hanging at his side before changing his mind.
- Seen? No, but many of my people died to stop his advance. So many died for nothing, he has achieved his goal and now we are left with much time.
- His goal for what purpose? And then why do you say we? What do I see in all this?
- The gods told me to find the glittering knight.
- And you think I'm that ... glittering knight? All because of the armor?
- There is clearly not the armor. You killed nearly ten Burgan you alone and you survive three ax in the face.
- Whatever you believe, I am no longer able to do much now. What qu'Aelor to have in your stories of doom?
- I'm not sure, the shamans say he is trying to kill our gods or take their place. In any case he is fighting Earth-Who Scold and we need to stop before the next winter solstice.
- Your mystic gibberish gives me a headache, which is Earth-Who Scold, how god is wrong?
- This is not a god, a place, the cradle of the gods, the original garden. A sacred, forbidden to mortals.
- The Beyond? This is a forest disaster? The writing is formal.
man raised his head, a grimace distorting his face:
- You really want to go see for yourself?
- I guess not, But you're heading south why? Why attack us while you're supposedly a divine mission to counter a threat in the north?
- I've already said, Southerner, I had to find you. I realized that you were full battle, it was too late for you .... And my quest does not end there.
- Whether you are told the gods about me?
man whispered
- Nothing really useful, the gods seem to mock us. We're just toys in their hands. All I know is I have yet to find a virgin bloody.
- Do it has a special meaning? I mean this blank is not so difficult to find if?
- You do not understand, is a divine mission, I find people marked by the gods themselves. Beings out of the ordinary. Mere mortals can not overcome Aelor.
- You do not believe all the same stories of magic and
... - .... And immortal?
Arnulf looked into his eyes now. Guylhom swallowed.
- It's impossible ...
- The rules of this world are abused. I'd much rather skip all that and stay with my children.
- What will you do then?
- I do not know. My authority is challenged, let live enemies is not a habit burganne, some see it as a sign of weakness, I must first address this problem. I had hoped you would know the virgin bloody.
- my men?
- All those who accompanied you are feasting in the company of gods, the others fled before our arrival. They joined forces more substantial and harass us constantly. Maybe you could talk to them?
Guylhom shook his head.
- I have no authority over these men. How do I ask them to consider you as a friend then you have slaughtered so many of them for decades? How to invoke my clerical status while I obviously been defeated? I can not I'm sorry.
The blond man stood up and pulled a long knife from a sheath attached to his thigh. Guylhom was cringe but he just untie him.
- You'll feel better as well, but beware, Wiley said if she saw you scratching your scars once you ellle sausage again until the end of the world.
- The old woman who took care of me? asked you it by massaging the wrist.
The man laughed.
- Do not call it before it if you value your life. Wiley-Dream-bites which is the shaman of the tribe of the Lions and I am sure she will find a way to end your immortality.
- This is not proven, I'm not the first to survive a head injury.
- Three head injuries, plus you have a sword scar on the plexus.
By reflex, Guylhom, touched the spot, he felt so vulnerable to Burgan. Did they know all about him?
- You're free to go wherever you want, but do not get away camp. The iron men roam.
man greeted him with an intense look before exiting. So he took advantage of the occasion, donned his armor and went out for the first time in ages. What a shock, men and women half naked, exotic animals in pastures. The landscape he was not familiar, the plain was gloomy, rare tufts of grass gray marked the ground every few steps off the ground became more spongy and there were numerous puddles. He wandered for over an hour in the camp, the men gazed strangely and did not meet its signs heads polite. He discovered
while other prisoners, hundreds of civilians were herded into a fenced area. He went to observe them better, the guards would not let him do it. Most of the prisoners seemed to cut down, dirty and wore disparate pieces of armor. "Men a militia or bandits . "Thought he explains. When they saw him, they came and asked his help and blessing. Some hesitated, looking at his face, but most seemed relieved to see a knight of Saint Royan, a public figure to turn to. Burgan guards came on the alert, ready to calm the unrest. Guylhom appeased with a gesture without even thinking that they did not listen. He realized quickly that the two groups did not understand. The prisoners did not know what awaited them and the guards did not know if these men and women represented a real threat. A man, skinny, tall, shoulder length hair, her eyes falling in approached. It was apparently the leader of the gang, two women and a man accompanied him, had no air comfortable even if women had a certain charm. "Especially the younger " thought he explains.
- Prisoner ? the man asked bluntly.
- I'm Guylhom of Liudmark, Knight immaculate ...
- Yeah not bother to bow and scrape, we see a hundred yards who you are.
Guylhom had a hard time understanding the hostility of man, but he decided to try to reassure others who listened.
- The Burgan not want you no harm, they are in search ...
- Like you they have not hurt you?
Guylhom winced and turned to the man
- You?
- What do you care?
The young redhead came up and asked him a hand in the back before turning to Guylhom.
- Do not please him sir, Saymar is feeling awful since it is a prisoner.
- My mood? But what you meddle?
- I do not know you, I do not know how you came into the hands burgannes or what you've been through. I just moved to act as an interpreter for your living conditions are improving. Perhaps you will agree they even let you go?
- In the arms of these jerks liudmarkiens? No thank you.
- You fight liudmarkiens? Why?
A man carrying a large gash said
- These bastards kidnapped the princess Orlamünde.
Saymar raised an eyebrow with an air of wry but said nothing.
- guaranteed My father had nothing to do with it.
- You are the son of that junk?
Saymar had already pulled out a knife and pointed at the throat of Guylhom.
What he saw in the eyes of the man froze, a touch of madness but also fierce determination and a total disdain of life.
- Stop. I am a friend ...
- I have enough friends like that, thank you.
- It's not my case, apparently.
The man suddenly looked amused and relaxed a little pressure of his blade.
- Well, priests are afraid of loneliness now, we've seen everything. What's Your Story?
- It'll be along to tell.
- Yeah, join us tonight with something to drink and no cat piss! We perhaps have to tell our troubles.
He turned away as if nothing had happened. The others smiled, the man was not as hard as it looked or what kind of shrapnel were common here.
Guylhom a moment wondered if he would learn something interesting tonight, they had a relationship with Aelor too? Who knows? He went in search of an alcohol loosen tongues.
