THE GOLDEN HILT 20 | GORDOR | MEDIEVAL SERIES

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THE GOLDEN HILT

Gordor city was the largest city he had ever seen; the walls were as high as the sky while the castle of the King was glorious and even higher than the walls. He had never seen anything like it; the gate was bigger than even of the last city he visited and that city’s gate was the biggest gate he had ever seen. He now felt how little of the world he had seen, and somewhere out there in another country there was a city that was more glorious than this and had a gate that would dwarf this one. Now, travelling the world was the only thing he could think of; nothing else came to his mind only” how many more beautiful places existed that needed to be seen”.

When they came at the gates of the city, as usual they were asked as to who they were and where they were going. It was fair to ask who they were but why were they even bothering to ask where they were going, it was obvious. But anyways Lykos answered their questions with a face that said, one more question and I will rip your tongue out and feed it to you. After answering the questions, they were allowed to enter the city, from the inside the city was even more beautiful. It was not at all effected by the war, a person could almost be forgiven if began think that there was no war in the country after entering this city. The houses were all beautiful and people all looked happy, this city did not have people who were running from war and living in rickety tents by the wall of the city, unlike the other cities. Everyone was happy and calm in here.

Lykos went down the path, the people gave them way only after cursing Lykos and Lakmeer. Lakmeer looked at the people and the city, maybe they really did not know about the war that had killed hundreds and thousands of innocent people. Who could blame them, these people seemed like they had never seen bloodshed, or one man killing another man. They all looked at Lykos and Lakmeer with doubt in their eyes, doubt about what, even Lakmeer could not say.

Soon they reached to the bay where the ships were loading while the others were unloading their goods that they had brought from no one knows where, or maybe Lakmeer was the only one who did not know that. Lykos stopped and got off his horse and gestured Lakmeer to do the same. He got off and walked to a place where everyone’s horses were tied. Then they walked to the place where the merchants were buying and selling. He knew that his father had a friend in the city, a rich merchant named Barabbas. The problem was that he had never seen him, but he saw one of the merchants sitting on a comfortable chair staring at his sword. He went towards him and said,” Greetings” the merchant smiled and nodded his head saying,” Quite a beautiful sword you have got there, young knight.” Lakmeer put his hand on the hilt and smiled saying,” Thank you, it was my father’s sword.” He did not say anything this time, all he did was stare at his sword and stroke his goatee. After some time Lykos said,” We are here to ask, if any caravan arrived the city from the desert villages.

The merchant looked like he had seen a ghost, he looked at Lakmeer and say,” You are Kareem’s son. I had seen this sword years ago, he had brought it here just once. You have his eyes and his looks.” Lakmeer could not think of anything else but say,” Are you Barabbas?” He nodded his head but did not say anything.

Lakmeer was happy that he had found his father’s friend, but he was also hesitant to ask about his father. He was worried that his worst fears might be true and he might never see his father again. Even the thought sent a chill through his spine, he was shaking. He cleared his throat and said,” Did my father come here?” he nodded his head but his eyes were speaking a different story. He got up and gestured him to follow him, Lykos and Lakmeer followed him. They walked along the path for a long time until they reached a palace. The servants opened the door for them and they followed Barabbas in his house. Lakmeer did not care to look around, he was preoccupied by fear, the fear of losing his father. He couldn’t even make himself think about it, in his thoughts he said” he is taking me to father” but that was not enough to calm him down.

Lykos had his hand on the hilt of his sword and was ready to unsheathe it, in case they were attacked. He was looking around the house Lakmeer did not know what. They reached a sitting hall where there were comfortable chairs and a table in the middle of them, the table had two jars filled with wine and one with water. Barabbas sat on one of the chairs and gestured them to do the same, one of his servants came forward to pour wine for them but Barabbas gestured him to go. Barabbas took the jar filled with red wine and poured three glasses. Lykos took his happily and took a sip while Lakmeer said,” I do not like taste of it.” But all Barabbas said was,” Drink”. He took a sip and felt the warmth of it go down his throat, he had never drunk before and he did not like the taste of it, like he was eating turned grapes. He put the wine down and did not take any more sip as he did not want to vomit, Barabbas poured water for him and he drunk it which made him feel better

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