The Chronicles of Bael

The Chronicles of Bael Part 23

Freezeday, Fertility Week, Earth Season, 1600

Today Fazzur, looking up at my great sword hanging on the wall of my room, asked me if it was for something other than decoration. He has an understandable disdain for the martial capabilities of my Cult. When I said that I would be happy to show him, he replied by asking me to visit his camp outside the city on the morrow. He also expressed his surprise at my choice of weapon, believing rightly that the short sword or staffs were the favoured weapon of the followers of Lhankor Mhy. I spoke to him at length of my father and his prowess with the sword and my fervent desire to emulate my father before I became my Master's apprentice.

It is only now that I am writing in my journal that I realise that my conversations with Fazzur are very one sided. He has a talent for encouraging me to talk about the subjects that interest him, but he reveals very little about himself. This makes me all the keener to visit his camp tomorrow, for I will surely learn something of the man. I am convinced that his intention is to face me on the sparring field. He is a professional soldier, the scion of a military family, worshipper of a warrior god and twice my years; tomorrow will provide a suitable test of my skills. I shall do my utmost to make my father proud.