Legends: The Knight of Helm (#1)

Chapter 29

Almorah leaned against the pillar, glaring at the sword that her master had given her. It was perhaps all she had left of Cladius, and probably the last of him. She heard a knock on her door as she shook her hair to the side, glancing up and lifting her voice.

"Come on in."

King Henry walked in look at the woman. He smiled a brief smile as the woman was slightly annoyed. It appeared his constant efforts to woe the woman had failed and damaged the relationship.

"Is there something you needed?" She replied, obviously annoyed.

"We have located the men, who have taken Cladius, I was curious if you wanted to bring them to justice. If not, my men will do it without you." King Henry replied, fiddling with a wooden pillar to his left.

Almorah sheathed Sosire, "When do we leave?"

Henry smiled, "In an hour."

The woman was ready for vengeance. Henry liked to see the angry side of the woman, there was something he found attractive about the tender, kind, and heartfelt woman in rage. Agular was eating a small meal; he and Almorah had been invited to stay at the palace until they reached Helmish land. Almorah walked up placing her combat boot against the nearby chair strapping steel plates over her boots.

"What's the occasion?" Agular questioned.

"We are exacting revenge on those who took Cladius away from us. We are going to kill them." Almorah replied kicking against the chair as she moved forward, "You are welcomed to come if you so wish."

Agular turned his head back towards the woman, spotting King Henry smiling with amusement. This wasn't his sister. At the longer Agular had spent time with Henry, the more he disliked him. He was shady, too shady. Agular would have hoped he would be a more honorable man.

"What are you smiling about?" Agular asked Henry.

"I find your sister amusing." Henry replied.

"There is nothing amusing about this situation. She is hurting, it probably is best if you stayed at arms distance from her. This is not Almorah, and if you think this is, than something is twisted inside you." Agular replied, "I mean no offense, but I will speak my mind."

"How dare you speak to me in such a tone, and way? I cannot find human behavior peculiar or interesting? I tell you what, son of Rigger, I will lay my eyes upon whatsoever I want, and you will not stop me, not so long as I am king. Know your place; you are little more than a peasant."

"Perhaps," Agular replied.

He was a man of few words, and hated fighting. So at this time, the man held his peace, even though he wanted to slug the man across the face. As Agular was in the standoff, towering over the king, a soldier ran into the room.

"Sire, the north border of Helm, the Ommart have reclaimed it."

King Henry turned his sights towards the soldier walking towards him, "Indeed follow me and explain this to me in my chambers."

"Yes, sire."

Agular was worried, were his people dead? He looked about the room, rushing in the direction Almorah had taken.

The woman looked around the palace court yard, walking next to the perfect grass on the stone walk way. A fountain was in the center of the court yard, water shooting from the sculptures of maidens. She made her way to the stables where the other guards were making their final preparations. Food being slung over their horses, and water as well; the air smelt slightly like home, but the horse smell was something Almorah loved. She had never owned her own horse, though she had always wanted to. She examined the fine breed as she looked over to the other guard.