Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
By Dan Watt
(Author of BARD series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
– Adult content –
Three Days Late
Bronzton scowls as he sits on the wicker chair that he made himself feeling moody under the extended overhang of his sod roofed house with its stone and clay walls. The back wall is the natural cliff face of a small hill. Someone would only know where his house was if they saw smoke rise from his chimney stack or the front door. Otherwise, it just appeared to be part of the hill.
This Lady Некромансер would owe him significantly more now. Four days! He has numerous orders to fill. A number of soldiers have brought their swords in with knicks and bends to be reheated or melted down and reformed. Some of the swords are iron. Not much better than bronze and these young soldiers are careless and lazy. Most of the iron swords are coated in rust spots. He has scarce enough clove oil remaining and the ranger Crimthann rarely drops by these days to bring him more. The oil cost him dearly. Crimthann told him he gets it from the book collector and herbalist couple, the giant and his comparatively tiny wife. That means they take the majority of the profit and Crimthann the rest. He would travel to the couple himself but the backorder of weapons he needs to make and repair is getting out of hand. He could use linseed oil.
Some of the naïve soldiers brought him iron swords covered in honey or sap to stop the rusting. He would try to scrape it off first, otherwise he would have to carefully burn it off. Others used bee’s wax. Not a bad idea except when drawing the sword, they would have to be careful it didn’t fly right out of the sheath and cut them or someone nearby. One young soldier had used pine cone sap on his grip so he couldn’t lose his sword. Now the leather thong wrapped around the grip of his sword is useless.
Waiting has brought back memories of what happened after the burning of Buttigieg Gardenery. He had led the orphans that were too young to go with Lord Idris into the black forest to live with the faie.
It was a bizarre time for him.
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