main menu | youngsters categories | authors | new stories | search | links | settings | author tools |
The Many, Part One (standard:fantasy, 1973 words) [1/2] show all parts | |||
Author: Vincent Collevera | Updated: Apr 04 2010 | Views/Reads: 3237/2051 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Celebrated heroes are few and far between, but the men and women who constantly stand vigil, and do their deeds with no accolade or acknowledgement are many. These are their stories. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story quarter-keg of whiskey lashed to the back of the saddle with a note. "It was a real pleasure having you with us Master Eddon. I knew it was only a matter of time before you headed out, so I left instructions to provision you well for your journey. Fare you well and know you've been a boon and a blessing on this town. All that we have is open to you and no door will bar you shelter should you ever ask it." It was signed with a simple X. He chuckled. The man elected to be Mayor here had been a simple farmer when he'd arrived and hadn't even known how to read. Carl had fixed that, and made certain that no one in the town would want for the learning of simple letters and numbers in the future. The X was a jest, and one that he took for what it was. He knew he would miss the people of this town more than most, and hoped he would find his way back through here again some time in the future. Two days later found him on the road, traveling along at a good clip on his way to the next nearest town. It would be another four days before he arrived there, and by that time he expected to have a trap laid out for the individual who'd been following him discreetly from a few miles back for the past day or so. The day faded on into evening and he stopped off to the side of the road just before dusk to make camp. Much to his surprise, he was nearly done preparing a simple stew when his stalker rode right up to the edge of his campground and dismounted. The person was fairly short, being just above five feet, and well-concealed in a hooded cloak and shawl that left only a pair of pale green eyes showing. The eyes were familiar, but he couldn't place them. He'd made a lot of enemies over the years and there was no telling which of them had chosen this time to seek him out. The person tied his horse well away from Chord, so as to avoid contention between the two, and sat down on a stump just inside the light of the fire. He or she said nothing. Carl shrugged and helped himself to a bowl of stew, sitting it on the ground beside him to cool before he began eating. The stranger just sat and watched him. "When you reach the next town, will you do the same there as you did for us, Master Eddon?" Came a solemn voice just breaching puberty. Carl blinked a few times before replying, as though trying to convince himself of what he was seeing. "Stev, what in the nine hells do you think you're doing following me?" He asked. The boy tossed back his hood and unwrapped the shawl. His skin was tanned and slightly weathered from working most of his young life outdoors. He smiled, and his apparent youth shone through the two days worth of road dust. "Well, you said you had nothing left to teach the folks 'round here. And you said you were needed elsewhere. As I recall, one of your lessons was to learn by watching others' examples and do a good turn when able just because it needs doing. There's more I can learn from you out here than I could ever learn cooped up in a stable, and I want to help people the way you do. And before you say anything, I'll tell you now that I'm not taking no for an answer. If you send me back, I'll just continue to follow you until you give in or kill me." Carl had never heard such a lengthy speech from the usually shy lad and his words sparked something in him. He'd been followed by boys and a few ladies out of towns before, but they had never persevered long enough to catch up to him. And they had never been adequately prepared for lengthy travel in the first place. He knew this boy was good with horses, and possessed of an able mind besides. "Well, I suppose you'll be hungry then. I trust you brought a bowl with you, as I've only got the one." He said, gesturing to his own steaming on the ground. Stev grinned again and pulled forth a cracked clay mug from within his cloak with a flourish. "Dig in then. Long ride tomorrow." He smiled back at the boy and was strangely comforted by the prospect of company on what was usually a long and lonely ride. Three days later and he was beginning to regret his decision to allow the boy to accompany him. The constant questions and prattle were slowly driving him mad. "Master Eddon?" He sighed deeply. "Yes, Stev?" The boy was sitting his horse easily, staying abreast of him and not really paying attention to where they were going. "Could you build a bridge from one side of the Great Rift to the other?" He chuckled. "Actually, yes. I've often considered what it would take to undertake such a task. It would have to be a suspension bridge with great stone towers at either end of the bridge to take the strain. And the ropes would have to be things such have never been made before. You'd need miles and miles of rope as big around as a horse's belly. Then there's the actual spans. They'd have to be made from the tallest, thickest trees you've ever seen to hold the weight of the bridge. It would take ten years or better to construct it and more manpower than the Aenervalian military to do it. Why, just the- " He stopped in mid-sentence and pulled his horse to a stop in the middle of the road. "What is it?" Young Stev asked. "Something's amok at the Lord Julian's keep. It's been bothering me for the past hundred yards or so. I was wondering what it was that had me looking over my shoulder. Listen, boy." Stev tilted his head to the side and listened. "But I don't hear anything." Carl looked at him grimly. "Exactly my point. From here we should be able to hear sounds from the keep, the blacksmith, the Guard calling out the watch, something. Even the animals are quiet. No birds, no woodland creatures scuttling through the leaves. Take caution and stay behind me. I need to know what's going on." Tweet
This is part 1 of a total of 2 parts. | ||
show all parts | next part |
Authors appreciate feedback! Please write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story! |
Vincent Collevera has 11 active stories on this site. Profile for Vincent Collevera, incl. all stories Email: vincentcollevera@yahoo.com |