The Ancients (Book#1)

Ch.3 - The Promise

(All Slanted Font is Thought Talk)

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I wonder if she will be mad that I accepted the job? Clay laid there on the king sized bed covered in silk sheets and pillows that were full of cotton, laced in gold. The room is draped with red curtains, laced with gold and silver. Clay sighed, sitting up from the bed setting one hand on the sheet he slightly closed his eyes for a brief moment feeling the silk and the gold lace on the edge. "Well I guess it's time I got myself out of bed huh." Clay then smiled and looked at the door. "I wonder why people hide." Clay then got a little irritated. "I'm talking to you, young man. I know you're at the door, just come in, no point in hiding now." The door opened as a young soldier walked in with a sword and armor in his hands.

"I'm sorry Sir I wasn't sure you wanted to be disturbed at this time in the morning. I was only going to leave your belongings at the door but it seems my hiding skills weren't good enough." Why is his voice wavering? The young man dressed in a common night's uniform of red and silver. "If you don't mind me asking Sir how did you know I was there and how long did you know I was there?" The young man stood there with a slight wonder and excitement in his eyes. More like a puppy looking at a treat for doing a good trick.

"I knew where you were the moment you came walking down that hall. Your steps are so loud that I think even a death old man could hear them. Now as to how I did this... that's something I'd be glad to teach you some day." The boy smiled then shook off his weavering look that was glooming over his head.

"Here is your sword and armor Sir. I was told to bring your personal belongings to your room for safekeeping. After all I think a Master Swordsman such as yourself needs his own belongings to do his work." Clay looked at the armor and smiled.

"Thank you for bringing me my things, and I can see you're also very knowledgeable." Holding a slight smirk Clay stood in front of him. The young man looked up, taking in the fact that Clay was a very tall man and seemed to have some kind of scary aura. Something that was clouded over his entire body, like some magical barrier. Clay took the armor and the sword from the young man's hands while he was caught in thought. As Clay was walking to the dresser the young man looked at him and was about to speak, but Clay interfered. "Did you want anything else? If not then could you leave, I have things to do." 

"Actually Sir I was wondering how old you were? You don't seem any older than myself so I'm confused on how you are any better than the rest of the mercenaries, the king higher?" The young man looked confused as he placed his hand on his chin, rubbing what little stubble he had on his face; trying to connect the dots. That wouldn't be a good thing, well that's what Clay thought. If the boy knew too much or started to make outrageous connections this would go bad.

"I'm only twenty-five, and I'm a Master Swordsman, and I'm here because your king requested a job from me. That's all there is to it kid. Nothing more and nothing less." Clay had put his armor on and had walked to the young man's side patting his shoulder. "I think you should get going kid." The young man stared at Clay with observing eyes and stopped as soon as John walked in the room.

"What's with all chitter chatter! Clay you were supposed to be ready and down that hall 5 minutes ago. And you! Aren't you supposed to be at the training yard already!"

"Sorry Sir I was just shocked that this man is only twenty-five and a Master Swordsman, that's just, just amazing and hard to believe Sir." John sighed and looked at Clay, not sure if he should be surprised to see he was smiling at the young man's reaction or be cautious as to why he was staring at the boys eyes.