Once Merlin deems Artr ready, he
gives the boy the golden spear again.
“This is the Spear of Justice.
With it you can smite your enemies.
Nothing from this world can stand in its way.”
“Including the Demon?”
“Especially the Demon.” Then Merlin brings out the rest of the
outfit: a tunic, loincloth, and leather
helmet all dyed the color of dried blood.
“This is your armor. I’m afraid
not even my power can make it invulnerable to the Demon’s claws. It will protect you from any mortal
weapons.”
“That’s something, I suppose,” Artr
mumbles.
“The helmet will also allow you to
see the darkness as clear as day.”
Merlin takes out a pair of golden
boots, something unheard-of in that day and age. The boots had belonged to Heph, who wore them while he worked at
the forge to avoid burning his feet. He
had an extra pair that along with the tunic and loincloth he could donate to
Merlin, who did the enchantments on them.
“These will protect your feet and
allow you to walk great distances without discomfort or fatigue. They will help you move faster and jump
farther than any mortal man.”
“They’re beautiful.”
We take the whole outfit into the
forest so Artr can practice with it. He
has trouble with the boots; he keeps tripping over them, unused to such
footwear. We stay out one night so he
can use the helmet. “This is
amazing! It really is clear as day. You have to try this—”
“No!” Merlin says. “No one else may wear the armor of the
Scarlet Warrior.”
“Scarlet Warrior?”
“That is what you will be called,”
Merlin says.
“Why scarlet?”
“It was the only color available,”
Merlin says and for once he sounds testy.
“Anyone unworthy who tries to wear the armor will forfeit his life.”
“That includes me?” I ask.
“I’m afraid so. Only Artr may use any part of the armor.”
Artr is practicing with his spear
when Merlin closes his eyes. “Is
something wrong, my master?” I ask.
“I fear the Demon has arrived.”
***
Merlin vanishes us to the village,
where we find his fears realized.
Except it’s not just the Black Demon; he’s got a whole army of ruffians
with him. They run about, screaming and
butchering the men of the village, who were caught unawares.
I barely duck in time to avoid an
axe taking off my head. Artr brings the
Spear of Justice around to run it through the man’s midsection. He collapses to the ground; he won’t be
getting up again.
I don’t have a weapon or magic
powers, so I crawl into the nearest hut to hide. I watch as Artr and Merlin dispatch the invaders. With the Spear of Justice and the augmented
strength and quickness from the armor, Artr is more than a match for the
ruffians. Merlin focuses on getting the
villagers to safety.
Nowhere do I see the Black
Demon. What is he up to? Why have his minions attack the village if
he’s not here to kill Merlin? Unless
they aren’t his minions.
I hear a scream and then see the
chief’s wife fly out of his hut. A
moment later, Elgar stomps out of the hut, dragging his father behind him. The chief has already been beaten senseless,
his face and chest stained with blood.
Artr kicks aside another of the
ruffians and then turns to his brother.
“What are you doing, Brother?” he shouts.
“I have come for my revenge. You will not stop me.”
“I must. It is my duty to protect these people. I am the Scarlet Warrior.”
“You are a fool. The conjurer saved you the first time, but
this time I will destroy you. Though I
will make sure you live long enough to watch me cut out our father’s heart.”
Artr lunges forward. Elgar manages to bat aside the Spear of
Justice and then hit Artr with a haymaker.
It hurts Elgar more than Artr.
The Scarlet Warrior brings the spear back around to whack Elgar in the
side. He tumbles to the ground. As in the tournament, he levels the spear at
his brother’s neck. The point of it
begins to glow.
“The glow means his heart is evil,”
Merlin explains.
“Is there no hope for my brother?”
“That is for you to decide,
Artr. The responsibility is yours.”
Artr looks down at his brother and
then over at his parents. His mother
has crawled over to his father to cradle his broken body. “I’m sorry, Mother. I must deprive you of a son.”
He jams the spear through Elgar’s
neck.
From the top of a hill, we hear the
sound of laughter. Even without a magic
helmet, I can see the glow of the Demon’s eyes. “This is only the beginning, Merlin. If you want the rest of the villagers alive, you will have to
return to your master.”
We do an inventory of the villagers
and find seventeen missing—all women and children. Merlin pats my arm and then adds, “I’m afraid Beaux is among
them."
TO BE CONTINUED...
For Thanksgiving (and my birthday) be thankful the countdown to the epic clash between the Scarlet Warrior & Black Demon begins!
2 comments:
Simply awesome. Really really really great. I am loving this.
I love it too. Wouldn't it be great to be able to "smite" your enemies instead of just killing them. Happy Thanksgiving.
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