Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of the BARD series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
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When he wakes the first thing he sees is the ribbed ceiling of an enclosed cart. He tries to move his feet and hands then feels the constriction of rope around his ankles and wrists. A glance to his left tells him he’s inside the carnival wagon. Haashir is sitting beside him with a lit candle. The man’s pointed nose and dark eyes are reading a book. He thinks it might be the one he pulled from the river. The dwarf, bearded woman and others are lying under blankets sleeping.
“You must want something since I’m still a live,” he says in a raspy voice.
“I’m hoping you’ll help us as you did, Lara,” Haashir answers in his deep, quiet voice.
“If you mean the swords, you’ll need her as well,” he says while testing the strength of the ropes. “Why the need to tie me up?”
“When I came to visit you, I didn’t hear a reply, so I went into your home to check that you were well.” Haashir’s dark eyes are now staring intensely at him. “I saw this book and a very interesting and large ring. Originally, I was just going to negotiate with you, but now I wonder if you’re more than just a blacksmith.”
“I found the book and the ring in the river.” He yanks lightly on the ropes again but there’s no give. He sees Haashir is still staring at him but this time with hooded eyelids.
“You give your word you are not a necromancer or a user of arcane,” Haashir asks in a deadly tone.
“I give you my word, I’m neither. Will I be compensated?” he asks. He’s not really in a position to bargain but neither does he have anything to lose by trying.
“Could you translate the book Lara gave you?” Haashir asks returning his gaze to the tome on his lap.
“No.”
“I can help you with that.”
The tome had numerous interesting drawings in it of how to make unique weapons. However, he couldn’t read the list of materials or what colour to heat them to. “What does this book say?” he asks.
“Lara’s sister Gwen is much better at translating, but it seems to be a book of philosophy and possibly a love triangle between a faie princess or queen, a half blood giant of faie and Proper parenthood, and a Proper royal, though I can’t tell of what position.”
“Read it to me to pass the time while we travel,” he says.
“The book is written by someone named Osgood in first person,” Haashir says while squinting his eyes in concentration. “I think he is also the giant. ‘Time was never a factor until she brought him to the place where I was studying the honeycombs of bees’,” Haashir begins.
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