THE GOLDEN HILT 3 | A PREMONITION | PART 2 | MEDIEVAL SERIES

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THE GOLDEN HILT

Another night came and he went to sleep, in his mind somehow, he knew that this was not over, once again he dreamed the same dream except this time his father himself gave him the sword and said,” You have a long way to go.” And saying that he got off the horse and told him to get on it and when Lakmeer did what he was asked to do, his father walked off down the road until he disappeared from sight. Only he knew how much he wanted to go to him and ask him to come back but he could not make himself urge the horse forward, like some force stopped him from doing so. Maybe it was due to the dream, no matter how much you wanted to do certain things in a dream you couldn’t do it even if it was your dream.

Seven times the days turned to nights and nights to days, he dreamed the same every time he slept. This phenomenon both angered him and scared him maybe his father really had died and he wanted him to do something, and what if Lakmeer never understood what he wanted and his father’s soul kept wandering in the harsh world.

In the morning of the seventh night of the dream he came back from his spot to his village. When he came near enough he saw his uncle honing a sword. When he came nearer he saw the glint of gold on it, he hurried up to his uncle and looked at the sword,” ah, Lakmeer, you are up early today?” Lakmeer didn’t say anything and just kept looking at the sword,” so, you were where you always go?” this time he spoke but not in order to answer but to question his uncle, “Uncle, whose sword is that?” His uncle looked up at him and said,” This was your father’s sword, he called it honor.” He asked his uncle if he could hold it, "sure, it is yours after all.” He flinched at this, though something inside him did say it was true that indeed his father had gone and was never coming back but he didn’t want to believe it, not until it was proved to him.

He held the sword in his hand, it was heavier than normal swords at least heavier than any he had held. He examined it from the tip of the blade to the leather on the hilt, it was the same, he looked at the scabbard beside his uncle, it was the same as well. The beautiful long sword with a slight curve, a golden hilt and a deadly edge, so sharp that you could shave with it. The scabbard was wholly black except for the golden linings on the edges and the large reddish jewel. The biggest jewel he had ever seen and Lakmeer had seen many of these but nothing this big and shiny. Looking the sword made him feel like he was back in the dream, but when this time the rays of the sun reflected at his face nothing happened except that it stung his eyes.

He gave the sword back to his uncle and took the scabbard and began to examine it, he hadn’t taken much interest in the scabbard in his dreams. It was a beautiful thing, just like the sword it was magnificent. His uncle took the sword and started honing it again and Lakmeer kept seeing the scabbard, after a long look at it he put it at its place and went to practice his swordsman ship in the yard, it was very early so he was the only one.

He began thrashing at the decoy and during all that time he kept thinking about the sword and the dream and the jewel on the scabbard, like one was related to the other. And why wouldn’t it be, he saw the same sword, his father handed the sword over to him even gave him his horse. But there was no jewel. And then it hit him, he remembered his father had called him the jewel.” But what does it mean that I am the jewel?” He said loudly. Then he remembered all of it again that later he had everything his father had, even the clothes he was wearing, the black clothing from head to foot except for the golden hilt. “Maybe he is fine and wants me to help him. But how can a living man enter someone’s dreams?” As to that question he had no answer, all he could do was keep hitting the decoy.

“The decoy can’t hit you back, hit someone who can.” His uncle had a way with his feet, he walked so silently that even if he was standing behind you, you wouldn’t know it. He looked at him and there he was standing with honor, sheathed. “It is early and everyone is sleeping.” His uncle walked forward and put his sword with the training swords and picked up one of them. He began examining it and said,” I don’t remember how long has it been since I have held one of these, maybe forever.” He smiled at his uncle as he walked towards him and the both of them held their swords and before starting the duel, ringing one sword with the other as a form of salute. He knew the courtesies of a duel, he was after all the best with a sword among the other youth, he thought proudly.

His uncle was the one to start he thrashed his sword at his face, but he knew how to shield oneself from such a blow. His uncle was totally into offensive and gave him from one hard and fast blow to the other, not giving him any chance to attack. Just when he thought his sword is going to break from the pressure of these hard blows, which it would, taking his face off with it, if his uncle had a real sword but though the training swords were of steel they didn’t have any edge, his uncle stopped thrashing at him and said, “what was that you gave me, the scared boy technique?”

Saying this his uncle turned around and began to leave but before he could Lakmeer called out, “wait” His uncle stopped and looked at him and said with a mocking smile, “what? Aren’t you done getting beaten, I don’t think your mother would want you to get scars on your pretty face.” This made him angry and he said, “I am not the one going to get the scars. “Saying this he gave a battle cry which he thought was totally unnecessary but he went with it all the same, his uncle took one step forward and came thrashing at him. But this time he was in the offensive and just when he blocked his uncle’s attack, he gave his uncle from one blow to another, not giving him any chance to hit back. Just what his uncle had done with him a while ago.

He knew that this time he was doing great and didn’t want to give any chance to his uncle. But as he gave his uncle another blows, his uncle blocked it and punched him in the face, so hard that it felt as if it were made of stone, and then hit the side of the blade on his back. He lost his balance and fell face first in the dirt. His uncle stood looking at him and said, “I could tell you what is wrong with your fighting, if you are done with eating dirt.” He stood up, and in his defense he said, “I almost had you.” “That is the problem with you, you are very easy to trap.” He didn’t understand what his uncle meant, and his uncle saw his confusion on his face and said, “Your enemy only has to lay a trap and you enter it on your own. You didn’t almost have me but I wanted you to think that and just when you were sure that you were the one in charge, you lowered you guard and I sent you to eat dirt.”

He listened to his uncle’s lecture attentively that was the reason he was the best with the sword among all other youth in the village, he listened to everyone and learned from everyone. Just like his father had once said like a good reader can become a good writer, the same way a good student can become as good as his teacher, Lakmeer was a good student. But even that didn’t stop him from saying, “But you cheated, you punched me in the face, you didn’t tell me punching was allowed.” At this his uncle said, “Yes I punched you and didn’t tell you but that is what your enemy is going to do.” “But you are not the enemy.” His uncle smiled kindly, his father and his uncle had the same kind eyes and smiles, and said, “No I am not. So today’s lesson. Never believe anyone, because anyone could be the enemy and never lower your guard.”

This sentence of his uncle’s reminded him of the dream and he kept looking at his uncle as he walked away, just like his father had done and just like his dreams, he couldn’t walk towards him. Once more he began thrashing at the decoy and began to think as to what the dream meant. He spent the whole day thinking about the dream and before sleeping he kept thinking about the dream until he went to sleep. He dreamt it again but this time when his father had gone, he waited and then he galloped along the way and when he looked back he had gone so far that he couldn’t even see the dune and all around him he saw greenery. He was looking around and trying to figure out, what place this was that suddenly he woke up. Today he was not thirsty on the other hand he felt like he knew what he was supposed to do, now it felt like he always did.

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