Gabriel was on his knees, sword in hand, praying for God to give him strength and to see him through this tribulation. His prayers were interrupted by a knock on the door. He rose, and keeping his sword in hand, opened the door.
"Captain Karinga! I didn't expect you here so soon. Please, come in."
"Our crew has a lot of money on you, Gabriel. Gotta look after our investment. Besides," Karinga said, "I consider David almost family, which makes you almost family, too."
"Thank you. Although I'm not sure if betting on me was wise. I'm not a very good jouster."
"Eh, I've seen plenty of them. Best thing to do is get through the charges and keep things tied, then whoop his ass with the sword."
Gabriel shrugged and nodded. "I suppose."
"Besides, odds on you are now six to one against! Foolish not to make that bet," Karinga said with a laugh. "You're not a betting man?"
"Not really. There's nothing in the scriptures against it, and the church has no stance on it, but I just never really felt the desire."
"Tanner... Sorry, Lord Ki Kalendeen was never much of a gambler either, unless it was a sure thing."
Karinga walked over and pointed to a pair of wooden chairs. "Mind if I borrow these? I'm here until nightfall, with Edge, then Corwyn and Dunkirk are going to take over and I'd prefer us not to have to stand."
"Help yourself! And my sister has a number of books. If you can read, that might help you pass the time," Gabriel offered.
"I just might do that. Well, I'll let you get back to getting ready. If you need or want anything, just let us know."
"Thank you, Captain." Gabriel closed the door and locked it after Karinga had exited. He picked up his sword, knelt down, and resumed his prayer.
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Blood of the Righteous
FantasiMurder most foul! A noble lord is slaughtered in his manor. His three surviving children suddenly find themselves commoners. The oldest, Gabriel Ki Kalendeen, is a knight in service to the church who must balance his commitment to God with his re...
