Paladins: Book 03 - The Old Ways

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by David Dalglish


  The day wore on, and they passed field after field. When they saw a distant farmstead, Jerico led them there. He saw many children working the fields, and the first to see him bowed low, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

  “Are you a paladin?” the boy asked. He looked like he was nine at most.

  “I am,” he said, smiling. “Is your pa about?”

  The boy nodded.

  “I’ll get him.”

  He ran off. Jerico took Sandra by the hand and led her toward the farmhouse.

  “We’re fine on food,” she said, but she sounded distant.

  “That’s not why we’re here.”

  They reached the home, but stopped when they heard a man call a greeting from the fields. Jerico turned, then bowed low to a man who looked to be on the verge of his fiftieth birthday. His skin was tanned from many hours spent in the sun, and his back was stuck in a stoop, but he moved easily enough, and when he shook Jerico’s hand, his grip was strong.

  “Welcome,” said the man. His demeanor was friendly, but Jerico sensed the apprehension hidden behind it. After all, here he was, a simple farmer greeting an armed stranger wearing platemail.

  “Forgive us for intruding,” Jerico said. He kept his tone warm and hoped the farmer would realize he meant no harm.

  “No intrusion,” said the farmer. “My name’s Cobb Williams. What can I do for you? If it is food you want, I have a bit to sell, though I’m not in the way of much else.”

  “This is Sandra, and my name is Jerico.” He debated a moment, then added, “Of the Citadel.”

  Cobb’s eyes widened a moment, and then he grinned.

  “Gods be good, you telling the truth? My oldest joined up with that bandit, Kaide, and came limping back from the Green Gulch with fewer fingers and a lot more sense. Mind if I see that shield of yours? He’s always talking about it.”

  Jerico obliged, pulling his shield from his back and holding it before him. Light shone across its surface. Cobb reached out to touch it.

  “It safe?” he asked, just before making contact.

  “Depends how dark your heart is.”

  Cobb laughed.

  “Perhaps I better not,” he said, pulling back his hand. “I’m a simple man working the fields, but I know when not to press my luck. Please, come inside. I can get my wife to make you all a fine meal, and perhaps you can tell me how the battle at the Gulch really went. Never know if my son’s speaking truth or telling tales, if you get my meaning.”

  Jerico glanced at Sandra. He’d planned to buy a horse, even a donkey, so long as Sandra would have something to ride. No matter how much she might deny it, he knew the lengthy walks were aggravating her wound. Yet her skin had grown pale, and he doubted they could go much further that day. Perhaps eating some fresh food and sleeping in a comfortable bed would do her good.

  “Our food has been poor, and rationed,” Jerico said, returning his shield to its spot on his back. “I hope you understand what you’re offering.”

  Cobb grinned.

  “Mister, you won’t eat more than what my Debra can cook. When you feed as many mouths as we do, two more don’t matter much.”

  They entered into a large family room, which looked to take up more than half the house. Cobb left them there to talk with Debra. Their furnishings were meager, but Sandra sat on a cushioned chair, closed her eyes, and slowly rocked.

  “Are you all right?” Jerico asked her.

  “That’s a stupid question, even for you.”

  She smiled, and even with her eyes closed, she looked so beautiful. Jerico’s hatred grew in his heart at what Valessa had done. He knew his hatred was wrong, that it went against all he believed...but damn it, sometimes it seemed so appropriate.

  Debra came to greet them, wiping her hands on her apron. She was as worn and tanned as her husband, though she looked to be a good ten years younger. Jerico took her hand, bowed on one knee, and kissed her knuckles. Debra giggled as if she were but a young girl yet to leave her father’s home.

  “You’re just like Jeb described,” she said. “Be honored if you stayed at least a night. We don’t hear much beyond our neighbors, and they’d rather talk about the harvest than what the Hemman brothers are up to.”

  She turned her attention to Sandra, and her giddiness vanished, replaced with a distinctly motherly attitude.

  “Are you feeling fine, dear?”

  “Just a little ill, that is all,” Sandra said. “Honest.”

  “This is Sandra Goldflint,” Jerico said. “Kaide Goldflint’s sister.”

  That raised some eyebrows, but the couple held their questions as to why she was there, traveling with Jerico instead of her brother. Sandra kept silent, and soon she slept.

  “It has been a long trek,” Jerico said.

  “The road is hard on everyone,” Cobb agreed, and let the matter drop.

  Come dinner, the whole family gathered. The room was cramped, but none were willing to eat outside or in a different room, not with Jerico there to entertain. Jerico counted four sons and one daughter. The oldest looked to be in his late teens, and was already married. They also lived there on the farmland, though Cobb insisted the boy would soon have land and a house of his own. Hardly a year separated him from the second oldest brother, Jeb, the one who had joined Kaide’s army when the bandit leader had gone recruiting on his way to join Arthur Hemman’s army. Truth be told, Jerico didn’t recognize him at all. He’d been just one of many amid the battle.

  “I didn’t get a chance to fight much,” Jeb explained. “Stayed near the back, but I did help hold the line when you said. You shoulda seen yourself, that shield glowing as we fought. Even when I took a hit to my hand and lost half my damn fingers, I’d still have gone on fighting. We all thought you died when you stayed back after calling for a retreat.”

  “I’m too stubborn for that,” Jerico said, earning a laugh from around the table.

  When Jerico brought up purchasing a mount, Cobb would hear none of it.

  “Far as I’m concerned, you’re why my boy’s still alive,” he said. “I got an old ass that doesn’t care too much for plowing anymore. He’ll still let you ride him, long as the burden isn’t too much. I don’t think Sandra will upset him none.”

  The food was delicious as promised, particularly the bread. Jerico devoured slices until it was gone, though the same could not be said for Sandra. She ate little, nibbling at her food before pushing it away. Her skin had grown even more pale, and he caught her staring at the table as if amid intense concentration.

  “Sandra?” Jerico asked, hoping not to alarm his hosts. She looked up at him with a blank expression, then shook her head.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, standing from the table. “I need some air is all. Just need...”

  She fell to one knee, remaining upright only because one of Cobb’s sons grabbed her arm and held her. Jerico shot from his chair and hurried to her side.

  “What’s the matter?” Debra asked. “Can we help?”

  “It’s nothing,” Sandra said, weakly pushing Jerico away. “I’m fine.”

  Her forehead was slick with sweat when he touched her, and it burned his hand like fire.

  “Fever,” he told the couple. “I hate to ask, but...”

  “But nothing,” Cobb said. “Put her in our bed. Barely sleep as it is, and the floor suits me just fine.”

  Jerico scooped Sandra into his arms and stood. Debra scattered the rest of the children as Cobb led him into the small bedroom to the side. Laying her atop the blankets, Jerico brushed his hand against her forehead and tried to focus his thoughts for another lengthy bout of prayer.

  Cobb crossed his arms and nodded toward Sandra.

  “Sir, I don’t mean to pry, but I know you’re not telling me everything. She’s got more than a fever. My old eyes can still see those bandages.”

  “She was stabbed,” Jerico said, lifting Sandra’s shirt. “Normally I could handle it, but something’s wrong. It’s fighting
me somehow.”

  “Those bandages need to be cleaned,” Cobb said, leaning closer to inspect them. “I’ll grab a knife, and then we’ll take a look.”

  He stepped out, only for Debra to replace him at Sandra’s side. She laid a cool cloth over Sandra’s forehead, then told her to hush when she protested.

  “I’ve got Jeb heating some water over the fire,” she told Jerico. “When it gets to boiling, I have a few herbs that should help bring down her fever.”

  “Thank you.”

  Cobb returned, knife in hand. Debra scooted over to allow her husband access to the bed. With slow, deliberate movements he sliced off the bandages. They smelled sickly sweet, and were soaked with blood and pus. Jerico winced when he saw the first patch of flesh beneath. More and more bandages fell to the floor. Cobb leaned in, examining every inch, close enough for his nose to nearly touch her skin. When done, he looked at Jerico.

  “The wound’s gone bad,” he said. “I’m not sure how she’s even alive.”

  Jerico nodded, for he’d thought the same thing. Her entire stomach was purple, and in its center, like a cat’s eye, was a weeping cut. Its edges were yellow, and the veins about it a violent red. Jerico couldn’t begin to imagine the pain it caused her.

  “Jeb said you can heal people,” Debra said, guarded optimism in her voice. “Surely she’s not too far gone for you?”

  “No,” Jerico said, taking a deep breath. “But each day she gets worse, and my prayers lessen in their effect. Something’s inside her, fighting against every bit of healing.”

  “Maybe so,” Cobb said. “But I’ve seen something like this before. Not so terrible, of course. We need to open her up, or she’ll be dead soon.”

  The farmer leaned down so he could whisper to Sandra.

  “I need you to lie still,” he said. “I’ll have Jerico hold you down if I have to. If you don’t trust yourself, just say so, and we can go ahead and have him do it now.”

  Her breathing had grown shallow, and when she spoke, it was too soft for Jerico to hear. Cobb heard, though, and closed his eyes and sighed.

  “Hold her down,” he said.

  Jerico took Sandra’s hands, lifted them over her head to the pillow, and leaned his weight on her forearms. Debra left, then came back with her oldest, ordering him to help her hold down Sandra’s legs.

  “I’m sorry I have nothing for the pain,” Cobb told her.

  “Wait,” said Jerico. He released Sandra’s arms and placed his palm against her forehead. He closed his eyes and tried not to tremble. Never the best when it came to the non-physical aspects of being a paladin, he still knew many useful prayers. Normally he focused on healing, but for now...

  Numb the pain, he prayed to Ashhur. Numb the hurt. Give her strength.

  A dim light shone across her eyes, and then Jerico nodded.

  “Go ahead.”

  He held her wrists and watched as Cobb’s knife pressed against Sandra’s skin. It pierced, drawing blood. Sandra tensed, and let out a whimper, but did not struggle much. Debra left her son to hold her legs, and instead took out a second cloth and used it to mop away the blood and pus. With grim determination, Cobb reopened the wound in a single smooth cut. Jerico watched, wondering what the famer hoped to accomplish. The foul smell in the room worsened, as if by cutting into Sandra they’d opened a rotten fruit.

  Cobb stepped back and let his wife wipe away at the blood so he could see. He stared, and stared, and then grunted.

  “There you are, you son of a bitch.”

  He reached his fingers into the wound. Sandra let out a cry. Jerico stroked her face, and pressed his cheek against her burning forehead.

  “Be strong,” he said, closing his eyes. “You’re strong. You’re stronger than this. You’re Kaide’s sister, and he only wishes he was as strong as you. It’s almost over, I promise. Hold on, Sandra. Hold on.”

  He heard a sound, like metal scraping against bone. When he looked up, Cobb held something aloft with his blood soaked hand. It was smaller than a pebble, metallic, and shone a soft red that immediately made Jerico feel ill in his stomach. Cobb looked around, then wrapped it with a bloodied cloth.

  “Can you handle the rest?” he asked. “Otherwise, Debra has a way with stitches.”

  “She needs more than stitches,” Jerico said, shaking his head. “Leave me be. Ashhur will make her well.”

  The three left. Alone with her, Jerico knelt by the bed, put his hands across her stomach, and prayed. Healing light poured into her, and strength out of him. The minutes passed, but he paid no heed. His hands shook, and they were stained with blood, but he ignored that as well. For over an hour he stood vigil, watching as the vicious wound closed, and the purple flesh and red veins faded away. Her fever lessened. Her eyes closed, and sleep came to her.

  At last Jerico knew he could not continue. His mind felt raw, his throat dry. He tried to stand and stumbled. Gripping the bed, he rose slower, took a deep breath, and then left the room. Darkness had fallen, and the family gathered in their thick blankets across the main room. Debra leaned back in the chair, softly rocking. Cobb stood by the door, and when he saw Jerico exit, he beckoned him over.

  “Outside,” he said.

  The cool night air felt good against Jerico’s sweat-soaked skin. He stretched his back, then leaned against the side of the home. Standing was a chore, but it felt good to no longer be on his knees. Cobb chewed on something tough and watched the stars. After turning to spit, he held out a small cloth bundle.

  “Take it,” he said. “I don’t feel right having it around.”

  Jerico accepted the cloth, then unwrapped it. Inside was the metal piece that had remained inside Sandra, poisoning her from within. Its red glow had dimmed, as if it were losing power.

  “I believe it’s the tip of a dagger,” Cobb said, not looking at it. “But that’s thick metal. Don’t see how cutting through something soft as a woman’s belly would have broken it.”

  “It was no ordinary dagger,” Jerico said, thinking of the strange magic that had possessed Valessa. Hearing this, Cobb chuckled.

  “You’re telling me things I already know. There’s something foul about it. Stuck in her, it must have been killing her every moment.”

  “It’s no wonder I couldn’t heal her,” Jerico said, staring at the metal as if it were a sentient evil. “I feel so foolish for not thinking to check her as you did.”

  “Doubt you’ve ever needed to. Your abilities are amazing, Jerico. You probably could have stuck my son’s fingers right back on his hand if you’d been there, and had the time. But sometimes a good knife and a pair of eyes have their uses, too.”

  Jerico put the metal piece into his palm and clenched his fist. Holy light shone through his fingers, and he directed every bit of his anger toward the metal. When he reopened his fist, nothing but dust remained. He lifted his hand and blew it on the wind, let it carry far beyond the farm. Cobb nodded in approval. Silence stretched between them, until Cobb turned, spat, and began again.

  “Forgive me if I’m prying,” he said. “But what is Sandra doing with you, and not her brother? Last we heard, he’s still fighting Lord Sebastian. He set her out on a task? Are you some sort of bodyguard?”

  “Why she is with me is her own affair. But I’m on no task from Kaide.”

  “Then where are you headed?”

  “To the Castle of Caves, to help Arthur.”

  Cobb sighed.

  “Not surprised, though I was hoping a good man like you had seen the senselessness of it all. All lords are the same. I told Jeb that when he rode off to fight, kill, and die like a bloody fool. They all want their taxes, all demand our worship, and all see us as nothing but cattle. The sooner this ends, the sooner the North returns to peace.”

  “I’ve spoken with Arthur. He’s a good man, a better man.”

  “Those not in power always seem so,” Cobb said. “Funny how all that fairness and honor vanishes once they’re the one sitting on a throne.”r />
  Cobb turned and spat out whatever he’d been chewing on, then wiped his lips on his sleeve.

  “Forgive me,” he said. “You’re a good man yourself, and I’m sure you’re doing what you think is right. I’ve got a few more years on you though, and I think they’ve hardened me like leather over a fire. Seeing Jeb get caught up in it didn’t help none, either. Reason why I ask...I doubt Sandra’s going to be ready to travel anytime soon. If whatever you’re doing is dangerous—and it sounds like it is—she can stay here. We could always use another if they’re willing to work hard, and she’s a pretty lady to boot. If she wants a normal life, I’m sure I could find a dozen men eager for her hand.”

  “I’m not sure that’s what she wants.”

  “Then what does she want?”

  Jerico chuckled.

  “I’m not sure I know that, either.”

  Cobb shrugged.

  “Just giving you the option. It looks like she’s already been hurt once traveling with you. I’d hate for it to happen again. Promise me you’ll think on it.”

  “I will.”

  Cobb stretched, and his back popped several times.

  “I should join my family.”

  “I’ll sleep on the floor in Sandra’s room, if that’s all right with you.”

  “I thought you might,” Cobb said, and he smiled. “And Jerico...if it’s you she’s wanting, you might consider just how important taking down Lord Sebastian really is.”

  He went inside. Finally alone, Jerico looked to the stars. He wanted to pray for guidance, but he was too damn tired.

  “Tomorrow,” he promised the stars. “And thank you.”

  Jerico returned to Sandra’s room. He put his hand against the side of her face, checking there was no fever. She slept deeply, with no appearance of pain. For that, he was thankful. Cobb’s words came to him, but he pushed them away. He had no energy for that. Beside her bed he found a blanket laid out for him, when and by whom, he could only guess. Wrapping himself in it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep within moments.

 

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