Legends: The Knight of Helm (#1)

Chapter 31

Agular heard the last few words that the king had heard. His condition was left up to the lust of one man. Not out of love, curtesy or kindness would he receive even a small chance to his cure of ailments. With his cracked eyes he could see the smug face of the king as he starred fervently at the hesitating Almorah.

"Well? Will you give me your hand for your brother's treatment? I promise all my resources at your disposal." King Henry smiled, as if a bringer of hope.

"I- I..." Almorah tried.

She had to say yes, what else could she say? If she said yes, her life was then the bound to the life of another, but if she denied this man his lust, than her brother was surely doomed, to die an awful death. There was no true medicine now that could help. She looked back at the man, anger boiling within her eyes, along with determination. Where was Cladius, if he was alive, why hadn't he come back. A tear ran down her eye thinking of the young man, she knew he would fix this situation if he could.

Almorah opened her mouth as the heaven's began to quake, as if to stop her speech. The storms, rolled down, lighting slamming into the castle directly. Stone fell from the province as Henry looked about. There was no sign of storms for miles, let alone thunder and lighting. It was as if the gods desired something.

"Ah, it appears the gods condone my message, they are celebrating it appears; now all that is left is for the simple two words. I" he paused, never to finish.

Before he say the last word, Agular's hand rushed up, through the pain of his body's limits. His meaty hand wrapped around the king's throat. Through narrow eyes, sweaty skin, and gritted teeth, Agular held his grasp.

"Leave, my, sister, alone. And never come back!" Agular yelled, more energy coming from his pain.

Agular held the king for a second longer, through his pale white appearance, and dark rings around his eyes. Even now, he wouldn't give up the ghost. He was determined to teach this sleaze bag a lesson.

"Be gone with you, scum." He whispered deeply, as he let the man go.

The king fell to the floor, holding his neck as he coughed. He grasped his sword's hilt as he stopped his rushing guards. He didn't need to kill Agular; he would die on his own. He was ashamed that a peasant dare treat him as scum, or call him such. He flared his nostrils with angered breath as his frazzled hair was combed back with his hand. He slowly got off from his knees, spotting that he had been kneeling by Almorah's feet, as if she was some sort of goddess.

"I will remember this!" King Henry roared, "If it were not for the common cause of a deadly enemy, I would in prison you, and hang you by a rope."

"Yea, I would gladly accept it." Agular replied, full of rage.

Almorah took a step forward between the men, trying to make peace. She was pushed aside as Henry flipped his cape in disgusted. He was a king, not some peasant they could do as with as they pleased. He offered salvation and they spat in his face, was his deal not fair? One way or another he would indeed have his way.

Almorah placed her hand over her dying brother's shoulder, ushering him to relax. She looked at her brother sobbing in his arms, as he held her tightly. Agular knew very well he was going to die. There was nothing he could do, he only hoped his sister would continue on, and steer clear of Henry.

"Why, Agular, why, I could have saved you." She wept.

"Almorah, no mage can heal me now; only one can give me such a miracle, and that is the God of Life, and Light. Cladius is after him, he comes to save me now, if he shall return in due time."