6565D1”Preacher Carama, breakfast is ready.” said an invisible voice on the other side of the door. The young mans eyes opened and immediately closed wincing in pain. He didn’t know how he had eventually fallen asleep. As soon as he had removed himself from the Throne Room he had gone back to the church. He was ashamed of his brothers, but most of all of himself. It had been a long time since he had felt the Great Ivelda’s wrath aimed at him, and he had not missed it. He couldn’t believe how he had lost his patience in front of her. She had been right, and he was not worthy of being in her presence after that.
He had left her Throne Room feeling uncomfortable, not speaking to the others. He didn’t know it was possible, but Eike had looked at him with smugness in his eyes. The child had been right, Benedicto had screwed up, badly. Back at the church he had prayed in solace for hours. He had asked for forgiveness even though he did not deserve it. He was unsure what he could do in order to get into Ivelda’s good grace again. Back in his room, after his prayer session, he had felt undeserving of sleep. Why should he enjoy these luxuries when his Goddess was disgusted by him. He had settled on a compromise and had removed the straw from the wooden undercarriage, causing him to sleep on top of the wood only.
It was for this reason his back was in spasms at the moment. He tried to stretch to make the pain less, but reconsidered. He deserved the pain, he deserved to suffer as he had made Ivelda suffer with his actions. It was not just justified he had to be in pain, it was necessary. He washed his face in the bowl of water before he left his room, dressed in his modest Preacher robes. The only difference between his clothes now and the monks robes was the color. His garment was pitch black, as he always preferred. This was the garment he usually wore while stationed in the capital.
He sat down for breakfast with the others. He ate with all of them, as they were all servants of the Great Ivelda. He led the prayer before they started with their simple meal. He would wait until after dinner to announce his plan of a 40-day fasting in honour of their Goddess. It was not an uncommon occurrence, happening about once or twice a year. He always felt it was a good test of the loyalty of the church members. The fasting was meant for the preachers and monks and any others employed by the church.
Before breakfast was over, a messenger came to Benedicto’s side.
”Honorable Preacher Carama, I have a letter for you from Master Rock.” With a steady hand the messenger handed over a letter. The wax still felt slightly warm to the touch, but no doubt came from the Guard Commander. It was his seal that had closed the letter. He thanked the messenger for his prompt delivery and opened the letter immediately. If it came from Thaddeus it had to be urgent.
Benedicto read the letter with much attention. The monks around him only heard the sounds of loud uttered
”hmhmm” and
”yes!” and
”exactly!”The words on the letter were controlled, but Benedicto could still feel the frustration behind them. The same frustration he had been feeling after being send out.
”Fellow believers, please excuse me from breakfast. I must write back to Master Rock without delay.”He shoved the wooden bench back violently as he got up from the table. He clenched the letter in his hand as he hastened back to his chambers. Whence inside he was happy to see someone already prepared his writing materials. He sat down behind his desk and started to write a letter back.
Dear Commander Rock,
I was relieved to receive your letter concerning this. I cannot properly rest or do my duties while thinking about yesterdays upset. Indeed it can be expected for the others to act the way they do, but we should be able to control our responses at all times. We are once again privileged with the grace of our Goddess Ivelda.
It will be a test of the mind to see this through. Our alignment with the others has been off since 10 minutes after we were all in a room together. However, it is more imminent than ever that our priorities are all set on Ivelda’s needs instead of our personal needs.
I avail any time any place for this meeting to happen. Moreover, we can indeed discuss this today. I hope brother Adrian will be able to offer his guidance as well. He is a sharp man with a good eye for compromise. Until we meet I will pray on a successful outcome. Please note I will be available in our church, unless otherwise needed by our Grace.
With patience and sincerity I await,
P. Benedicto CaramaAs he finished the reply he called in one of the monks close by to take the message back to Thaddeus. His own personal wax seal was still cooling down as the monk went on his way already. Next he left his chambers to conduct meetings and continue the comings and goings of the church. He often received requests for advise from people throughout the lands, and he spend a considerable amount of time responding to them. He had to keep ears and eyes open over the entire continent.
There was a loud knocking on his door, but before he could tell the person to enter the door already flew open. For the time that day a messenger appeared.
”Well, I have never seen such rude….”The man interrupted before he could continue his sentence.
”There’s been an assassination attempt on the Queen, your grace, she requests your immediate presence in the Throne Room.”Benedicto got up immediately, walking with the messenger towards the entrance of the church. He heard the bell from the Castle in the background.
”Hey, brother!” he shouted at one of the priests he passed.
”Sound our bells as well, amplify this misdeed and put fear in the hearts of all that sink to this type of travesty!”When they came outside, only the messengers horse was waiting.
”You may find another one close by, but I can not delay!” Without another word, Benedicto got on the horse confidently and rode at speed to the Castle. The Castle gates opened on his appearance, and closed immediately after his horse passed through. He got off close to the entrance door, and walked bristly towards the Throne Room, arriving visibly sweating and out of breath. Walking in he threw himself at her feet.
”Oh great Ivelda, what injustice has stricken you this day. Are you well? Are you okay?”
18D10AIt was halfway the morning before Raiden was able to lift both eye lids. Last days gathering in the Throne room had been uncomfortable at best, and they did not take dinner together. The bird he had asked for had been brought to his room, and its skeleton was now waiting to be picked up from the table in Raiden’s room. He still had a hard time believing that his brothers showed up in that state. It’s a level of stupidity he not much cared for.
This is what you get when you’re around people.His mind wandered to life outside the capital. He had been here for no more than a day, but he was longing for leaving already. Cold mountains, hot deserts, dark forests or rainy swamps, it all was better than this. However, unless Ivelda send hi on his way there was little he could do. He had a hard time deciding if this was home or prison. He was happy to see Ivelda, of course, but he would be happier to receive an assignment from her. He was like an arrow himself. Worth little in you hand, but highly effective when aimed at something.
He lifted his legs out the bed and spotted his clothes, neatly folded on a chair. The old man running his bath must have folded them after he fell asleep. After getting dressed Raiden made his way to the archery range, which was located near the city guards barracks. Nobody seemed to be practising when he walked onto the range. He did see a few of the guards sitting around a table, all with drinks in front of them that were strictly not allowed while on duty.
”A little early in the morning for disobedience, don’t you think?” he spoke loud enough for all of them to easily hear him.
Three of them had their backs to him. The biggest of them stood up slowly, and spoke back before turning around.
”Seems to me it’s early enough for you to fuck off, range is taken squirt.” The man finally turned around and slowly but surely Raiden could see the recognition settling in on the mans face.
The other men had laughed at the comment before, but they too seemed to realise there were not that many pink haired archers in the capital. The big guy seemed to be lost for words a bit as another one of them tried to paddle back in their rudeness.
”Master Raiden, our apologies…, we didn’t expect…we didn’t know you would be joining us today.””So, you need to know of my arrival before you fill yourself up with alcohol on a range where you practice precision. I doubt Commander Rock would be appreciative of this.””Master Raiden, we only drank a little. We promise it did not affect our accuracy. We…we still can perform in the same manner.” Raiden could see on their faces, they were scared their commander was about to find out.
”You’re sure of that, huh?” he asked them with a smirk on his face.
”Let’s put it to the test. Let’s have a match. One arrow per person, if my arrow is closest to the target, I’ll tell dear Thaddeus on you. One of your arrows is closer to the target, you will just promise not to do it again and I’ll be on my merry way. Agreed?”The men looked at each other and nodded as one.
One by one they grabbed their bows and arrows and lined up at the shooting line. All of them visibly nervous. They did not have much choice in the matter. The option was a mere illusion thrown up by Raiden as they all knew he was a better shooter than anyone in the guard. But he did not have his fun yet.
”Hold on, gents. I don’t believe I have clarified what the target is yet.” He picked up one of their drinking mugs, and told the big guy to come with him. They walked towards the target line, about 30 meters away.
”You were rather rude to me earlier, were you not?”The guy was shaking in his boots.
”I was not aware it was you, Sir, I…I do apologise, it will never happen again.”They reached the line.
”We will see about that. Now stand up straight against the target. Put this mug on top of your head and be very very quiet.”The man did as asked. As Raiden walked back to the shooting line he heard the big man whimpering.
”Like I said, stand very quiet. It really is your best chance.” he shouted over his shoulder.
”Okay, I think you get the picture. In case you need clarification, the mug is your target. That shouldn’t be a problem for a member of the guard, now should it. I mean…it’s only 30 meters and you’re all trained archers. Finest in the land….”The first man put the arrow on his bow and took aim. His hand shaking and his eyes blinking ferociously to get a better look at the target.
”Any second now, please.” Raiden complained impatiently.
The arrow released and flew through the air. The arrow widely missed the target and flew over the target easily.
”Wow…, unimpressive….NEXT!”The second man lined up. Much the same as the man before him, he aimed widely off the target and released his arrow. Clearly not wanting to put an arrow in his friend by accident.
”Disgraceful. Next man missing the board completely, gets to shoot again and again until he hits it. You put yourself in this position, now be man enough to get yourself out of it. A bad archer is one thing, a coward is completely different.”The third and youngest of all lined up and pulled the string back. He was small in size and most likely was the furthest gone of all of them. He took a deep breath and on his next breath out, he released the arrow. Not a second later a loud thud showed he had hit the target board at least. It was too far of to the right to even be near the mug, but it was a decent shot.
”Not bad, we seem to be getting there. Last one, before I give it a try.”The last man readied the arrow. He seemed confident, but Raiden could see the tip of the arrow moving around as the man tried to aim. The moment it came off the bow, Raiden knew it had been a bad shot. The cry of the big guy with the mug on his head proved it. The arrow was firmly lodged in his shoulder, went through the body and pinned the man to the target.
”Phew, remind me never to go out hunting with you. Let’s hope it didn’t hurt him too bad.” he laughed as the big guy still yammered on complaining.
”Fine, let me show you how it’s done, before I report to Commander Rock.”He put the arrow on and pulled back the string.
”See gents, they say it’s the practice, the strength of your arm, and a keen eye. I won’t disagree practice helps, but what’s even better is not drinking alcohol before shooting.”He let go of the string and the arrow flew straight for the target. It skewered the mug to the board, barely spilling a drop inside.
He looked at them smugly. Before speaking again the bell started ringing in the background. Raiden listened to the pattern in the same way the archers did. They all recognised it at the same time.
”An assassination attempt…. It can’t be…”He turned his attention back to the archers. He pointed out the first three, making sure the young man was included.
”You three, report to the Southgate, it’s the closest one from here. And you..” grabbing the shoulder of the last one.
”You take your arrow out of your friend and guard the armory. There is too much ammo here to let it go unguarded.”Before waiting if they all understood the instructions, he ran off the range. He know the castle would be going into lockdown, so it made little sense to make his way over. He was concerned, of course, but the alarm was of an assassination attempt, not an assassination.
I better concentrate on getting the piece of shit that tried to kill our Queen.After the Castle, the church was the building with the highest vantage point in the city. There was a small group of horses in the stall of the barracks. He jumped on the first one he could see and sped off to the church. It took him less than 5 minutes to arrive. The streets were in chaos along the way. People ran home and the guard was chasing people left, right and center.
As he arrived he could see the tall stature of the priest, heading in the direction of the Castle.
No worries, I don’t need his permission to climb his church.Without anyone trying to stop him, he ran up the stairs to the bell tower, the highest point. The bells were getting louder, literally giving him a headache along the way. He climbed up the small roof topping the building, finally in the spot he had been looking for. His eagle eye scanned the streets as he noticed most people fleeing indoors. He saw all the gates closed and patrols lining the city walls.
”Come out, come out wherever you are.”