goldhawk
aurea plectro
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[Author's note] One more time. This time I'm much happier with it. I think the problem was that I wasn't paying enough attention to where and when the story took place. I have also decided on the next part, so this will be the last posting of this part.
Chapter 1 : The Pilgrim
The horses came thundering down the road. Their bodies were
covered with sweat, their riders with splattered blood. The
two rear riders kept looking over their shoulders checking
for pursuers. In the middle of the pack a boy led a horse
with an unconscious rider, wounded and tied to his saddle.
Ahead lay an isolated villa that had been converted to a
monastery. Its stone wall and ornate metal gate were built
in more peaceful times and hardly a defence for the troubles
that now plague Rome. And as though its inhabitants didn't
know they were living in dangerous times, the gate was left
open, an invitation to those troubles. Just inside the gate
the rear riders stopped and dismounted. Their exhausted
horses stood there, breathing hard, too tired to move.
Closing the gate they took up watch. The others stopped in
front of the main building. One man, their leader,
dismounted and ran to the building. He burst through the
door and disappeared inside. The boy cut the wounded man
free and the two remaining men helped lower him down. They
lifted him carefully and approached the building. Just as
they reached the door their leader returned with a monk.
"Why did you bring him here?" asked the monk.
"There was nowhere else to go," answered the leader.
"Father Paul would want him here."
"But this is the first place they'll look."
"Then you had better hide him well."
"This way to the infirmary, it's in the back. Put him
there. I'll go fetch Father Paul."
"Ach, he bleeds again. You were too rough," said one of the
men.
"Find more bandages," said the leader.
One man rummaged through the cupboards while the others
gently placed the bleeding man on a bed. The monk returned
with Father Paul.
"God bless you," Father Paul said to the group. "Brother
James, help with the bandages." He turned to the leader,
"Primus, what happened?"
"We lost," said one man grimly.
"They broke through our lines and stormed our position. We
fought them off but the Dux was wounded. We grabbed some
horses and fled. All our men were routed," said Primus.
"We were lucky to get away at all," said the third.
"You have to hide him," said Primus. "He cannot go any
further. It would kill him."
"Yes, of course he stays. I don't know how we are going to
hide all of you."
"No, we're not staying. We have to try to lure the enemy
away."
"Lure? That could be dangerous."
"Yes but it's our best hope. We'll be leaving the boy,
Gladius."
"Gladius? A sword?"
"Yes, the Dux named him that. He didn't want the boy's real
name known...in case ill befell him. Turns out he was
right."
They went outside leaving Brother James and Gladius to tend the Dux.
"Won't you wait for us to pack you some supplies?" asked
Father Paul.
"The sooner we are gone the better. Bless us, Father." The
men knelt.
"May the Lord be with you,
May He guide and protect you,
May He watch over you and see you safely home,
May almighty God bless you,
the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit."
"Amen," they all said. The men mounted and rode out. They
paused at the gate to collect the others. Primus looked
pointedly at Father Paul as he firmly closed the gate behind
him. They rode away. Father Paul went back inside.
Chapter 1 : The Pilgrim
The horses came thundering down the road. Their bodies were
covered with sweat, their riders with splattered blood. The
two rear riders kept looking over their shoulders checking
for pursuers. In the middle of the pack a boy led a horse
with an unconscious rider, wounded and tied to his saddle.
Ahead lay an isolated villa that had been converted to a
monastery. Its stone wall and ornate metal gate were built
in more peaceful times and hardly a defence for the troubles
that now plague Rome. And as though its inhabitants didn't
know they were living in dangerous times, the gate was left
open, an invitation to those troubles. Just inside the gate
the rear riders stopped and dismounted. Their exhausted
horses stood there, breathing hard, too tired to move.
Closing the gate they took up watch. The others stopped in
front of the main building. One man, their leader,
dismounted and ran to the building. He burst through the
door and disappeared inside. The boy cut the wounded man
free and the two remaining men helped lower him down. They
lifted him carefully and approached the building. Just as
they reached the door their leader returned with a monk.
"Why did you bring him here?" asked the monk.
"There was nowhere else to go," answered the leader.
"Father Paul would want him here."
"But this is the first place they'll look."
"Then you had better hide him well."
"This way to the infirmary, it's in the back. Put him
there. I'll go fetch Father Paul."
"Ach, he bleeds again. You were too rough," said one of the
men.
"Find more bandages," said the leader.
One man rummaged through the cupboards while the others
gently placed the bleeding man on a bed. The monk returned
with Father Paul.
"God bless you," Father Paul said to the group. "Brother
James, help with the bandages." He turned to the leader,
"Primus, what happened?"
"We lost," said one man grimly.
"They broke through our lines and stormed our position. We
fought them off but the Dux was wounded. We grabbed some
horses and fled. All our men were routed," said Primus.
"We were lucky to get away at all," said the third.
"You have to hide him," said Primus. "He cannot go any
further. It would kill him."
"Yes, of course he stays. I don't know how we are going to
hide all of you."
"No, we're not staying. We have to try to lure the enemy
away."
"Lure? That could be dangerous."
"Yes but it's our best hope. We'll be leaving the boy,
Gladius."
"Gladius? A sword?"
"Yes, the Dux named him that. He didn't want the boy's real
name known...in case ill befell him. Turns out he was
right."
They went outside leaving Brother James and Gladius to tend the Dux.
"Won't you wait for us to pack you some supplies?" asked
Father Paul.
"The sooner we are gone the better. Bless us, Father." The
men knelt.
"May the Lord be with you,
May He guide and protect you,
May He watch over you and see you safely home,
May almighty God bless you,
the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit."
"Amen," they all said. The men mounted and rode out. They
paused at the gate to collect the others. Primus looked
pointedly at Father Paul as he firmly closed the gate behind
him. They rode away. Father Paul went back inside.