KOK Chapter 13 - Old Things New

Ch13 – Old Things New

                Henry had been sleeping very little lately and yet had felt more alive than in some time. He had been teaching and training his disciples daily, including special time with his son Henry. Mother had been mostly taking care of things in the market. Henry was resolute that he would no longer shrink back in his teaching or his parenting. Both had been too costly and he had repented of it never to return. He was still the gentle, wise man people knew him to be but lately he was also much more like the younger bolder man his wife and close friends remember him being. The prophets were becoming annoyed with the growing interest in his teachings and heard that he was holding open sessions to teach. They were jealous but did not think they had the people on their side. Truth is they were all very afraid as were the town elders because they did not want to lose power and give into the old superstitions but had no answers of their own.

                Henry the younger did not notice the Commandant walking up. He was concentrating on his current task; sparring with his father. The staff had long ago been the companion of the cleric but until stealing William’s books he had never seen these techniques much less knew his father was an expert at them. “What do you think, friend?” Henry the older said without taking his eyes off his son.

                “I think he looks very much like you used to and I am hoping is as gifted as his father as well.” The Commandant was very pleased at what he saw. “By the look of things he might teach you a thing or two.”

                At that moment Henry the younger hooked his father’s staff underneath with his own and pulled him backwards as he used his body weight to roll backward thinking he would disarm the old man. Henry did not count, however on his father recognizing this maneuver and leaping forward so as to flip over his son, land on the other side with good balance, and finish the move by bringing his arms down in front of him thus disarming the lad who was now on the ground on his back and momentarily with his father’s staff at his throat. “Perhaps old friend, but not yet.” The elder Henry said this smiling at his son being very pleased with the practice today. “Very good my son, but I have read the books too.” After helping his son up Henry said, “I’ll be back out and ready in a moment,” and he went into the house.

                Now Henry looked at the Commandant and noticed quite a difference. He was dressed in his Knight’s tunic. Henry recognized the Knight's Seal but had never seen one on a man. Henry very much liked what he saw. The knight’s tunic was mostly plain except it was lined with a bright crimson piping. The sleeves were short and on the chest there was the Knight’s Seal. Also there was a sword sewn on the sleeves in the same color as the piping since the mail worn by the knights when needed covered the torso but had no sleeves. The Knight’s Seal was an eagle where the leg and wing made the bird into the shape of a ‘K’ holding a sword. He knew what was to happen today and he partially wished he could be there. In the weeks since his calling Henry had matured in ways he didn’t even recognize. It was obvious to those who knew better he was being gifted and grown in a miraculous way. “I have been praying for you, sir,” Henry said.

                “And I you, since before you were born but I never imagined it this way,” replied the Commandant. “Did you know that your father was my cleric in the last war?”

                “He told me he served with you, but not too much about it,” Henry replied.

                “In the old way, each knight partnered with a cleric to be his guide and guard as well as to minister to his men. Your father and I were good friends before I was knighted and I was overjoyed when he was to be ordained about the same time. He is a great man and you will be too, son.” Henry thanked him and then saw his father come out of the house in his cleric garb. He had seen it, but never being worn. The clerics wore a tunic made of thick hide with cloth sleeves and hood attached (as clerics wore no Mail) and the Cleric’s Seal which was on their chest was the same as the knights wore except a scroll in place of the sword. “Well my old friend, are you ready to cause a scene?”

                “It is time to make old things new again,” The Cleric spoke confidently and then turned to his son. “Henry, until I return I want you to meditate on what we’ve been discussing and practicing. Before we go, however there is something we must do. Put this on and come here.” Henry the elder tossed a tunic to his son as he saw two more men walking toward them also in Knight’s tunics. It was Captains Markus and Wilson. Young Henry did not know what to think. He slipped on the Cleric’s tunic his father had thrown to him. As the men gathered around he came in the middle of them and knelt as his father motioned him to do.

                The commandant broke the silence that seemed thick to the young man kneeling before him, “Brethren I am truly blessed to be here today and see this lineage continue. Our King has called another man as He will always do and though there be but one surviving Cleric of the old ways it is fitting that a father share this load with his son.” The other men nodded in agreement and they all drew their swords, thrust them into the ground and knelt faces down.

                Henry’s father then knelt and put his hands on young Henry’s shoulders, “Majesty, we are humbled by Your granting our part in Your plan. I have taught him in the ways You left for us and though he is young in You yet I feel it is time. As I confer this title of Cleric to my son may he ever realize that he is first Your son and serve first You and then your people.” The elder Cleric was misty eyed as he spoke.

                Next the Commandant spoke again as the Knights all then put one hand on young Henry’s head, “You are greatly gifted and will be greatly burdened for this work, “ and it was true that he felt the gravity of responsibility coming more upon him. “As we trust the King with our lives, so we trust our men to your teaching. Teach them true and show them well as it is yours to do.”

                After this the men all stood to their feet and the knights sheathed their swords. “Son, there are only two of us right now. I will depend on you more and more to teach the disciples. Most do not learn in the way you have. This is a gift from the King because of our great need. I will still be your teacher, but you must now teach men out of the fire that has been placed inside you and you will also have to follow the King’s commands for yourself. You son, like me are a Cleric of the King. We must go now but you stay here.”

                All the men congratulated young Henry and he was overjoyed, but heavy all at once. After they had left, Henry spent time in prayer about what he was sensing. He was certain the King had a task for him. He was certain it could not wait. He quickly wrote a note and left it in the house to be seen, grabbed some provisions, his staff, donned the hood from his tunic, and took off in the woods with a prayer on his lips.

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                The walk into town was somewhat amusing as the people all whispered about what was to happen. None interrupted the men who appeared very much to be intent on their business. First was the Commandant, followed by Henry and then Markus and Wilson. Without speaking a word to the doormen outside the council room, the Commandant flung the doors open with force enough to startle all the elders and one of the prophets even let out a bit of a yelp in reaction. “Brethren, it has been too long and we will no longer sit by when we know what is right.”

                The senior prophet stood up and pointed at Henry interrupting the Commandant and shouting, “What is he…”

But he could not finish before the normally mild mannered Henry spoke back with such authority as to silence him, “Sit down and stop your blasphemous charade! The King is the authority as are His Oracles and you will smear them no more.” The sheepish man knew nothing to do except take his seat once again after this.

The Commandant continued, “Brethren elders, as of now we are restoring the old ways. Sirs Markus and Wilson will immediately take command as the Proper Knights they are. Brother Henry is restored to being chief and my Cleric. His son Henry has been ordained in a proper manner in our eyes this day and soon others will be as well. We suggest the eldership disband the prophets altogether and support this return but honestly brethren; do as you must for that is precisely what we shall do. Our immediate tasks will be to prepare for the battle we all know is coming and if possible to locate and bring back William who will be properly knighted as soon as he is restored to health enough. He should have been long ago. These ways will be new to many in our town and we understand there will be some adjustments needed. In time, with grace, we will fully restore Kidron to her former glory.” He paused and looked each man seated in the eye before continuing, “Address any questions to those among you who well remember the old ways or else keep them to yourself. For now we must take our leave and be about the King’s business. May your choices now and forever be illuminated by Him.” At this the four men promptly left without another word.

After a moment had passed Elder Jacob rose and said calmly, “Brethren, all elders in favor of dismissing the prophets, restoring the old ways, and supporting our brethren knights in accordance with the teachings of The Oracles please say aye.” He sat quietly and heard the rest beginning with the oldest ones all say in turn ‘aye’. Jacob sensed a movement of The King in the room as he saw those who should know better begin to weep and the younger ones not understanding but knowing this was right and true. The prophets began leaving the room before the last vote. “Help us who have been so negligent...” Jacob prayed aloud and many began doing the same.

KOK Chapter 12 - Reflection

Ch12 – Reflection

               Young Henry sat by the fire while Henry the senior comforted his wife the best he could. He was holding her while she wept from it all as they both sat on their bed. He held her and listened giving as much reassurance as he could until she fell asleep. He carefully laid her down and left her to speak to his youngest and newly found son. As was his usual custom before speaking he filled the bowl of his pipe and lit it with a small stick from the fire. Once a soothing and aromatic smoke began to rise from the sides of his mouth he asked, “What was that you were carrying son?”
               This seemed an odd question to ask and Henry who was quite lost in thought on other matters was struggling to gather his thoughts to answer. “What? I, nothing, what is it you asked father?”
               “I asked what it was that you carried all this way from wherever you were.” Only then did the younger glance over beside the fire to see the staff of hardwood that he found and practiced with in the woods. To be honest he hadn’t given much thought to it and was somewhat amused he had brought it here and set it beside him.
               “It is a staff, well sort of. I found it in the woods and was using it to learn.” Henry the younger whose eyes had been staring into the flames were now fixed on the staff and there remained a while.
“What was it you were learning, son? Who was teaching you?” The elder man felt as if he knew the answers but had learned over many years to leave questions rather open so as not to get the answer you want to hear, but rather the truth of the matter which is always more important.
               At this the young man turned and looked at his father straight in the eyes and though he didn’t know it his father thought in the moment he looked like a man rather than a boy for the first time. “Father, it has happened to me. I am ashamed of how I acted towards you all and especially William but now I see it. I was reading William’s books in the woods when it happened.” His father did not have to prod him to go on as he was anxious to share. “I know now why I could not understand your teachings before. I rebelled against them. I did not believe them. It was as if I was awakened right there and the weight of all these things came down upon me. I wasn’t afraid of the watchers even though I saw them coming. I just knew in that moment that the King was real; He was there and was calling me to Him. I was ashamed and asked forgiveness for what I had been but by the time I could say the words it was as if I had no need to. I can’t say how it happened or how I knew, but I knew that I was His and He showed me the truth. I have to share it, father. I am as full inside as I have ever been with so much to say. It makes no sense, but it also makes perfect sense.”
               Henry’s father could never have imagined the warmth he felt inside. Could it be that his own son would be a cleric as he was? Even in the midst of missing William he was overjoyed. Henry’s mother rushed in (neither had noticed her entrance or that she had heard the whole exchange) and embraced her youngest son. The three of them shared in this time of joy together and even though William’s fate was unknown in this moment they were all comforted. That was overshadowed by Henry’s news.
               “There is so much I have to share with you, son. Your calling has come at a needful time for there are none other in Kidron. The old ways will be again and you my son will play an important role. I must reflect tonight on my path and yours. Tomorrow I will show you things you have never seen before. For now your mother needs rest and we need to focus. There is no time to waste.” Both Henrys spent the remaining night meditating and in prayer. The elder on the past and what he foresaw coming quickly, and the younger on this change in him and all he had read.

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               William’s progress back to consciousness was a slow one. His vision seemed to fade in rather than return at once. Even sounds were muffled for a time and thoughts even were slower. He could barely move any part of his body. There were two reasons for this. He was bound hand and foot with thick ropes but also his entire body felt as if it had been pummeled repeatedly such that anything not broken was sorely bruised. In fact it felt that way because that is exactly what happened although it would be a while before clear memory came back to him to confirm. He knew he lay on the ground and although the ground was wet he felt very dry. His lips were cracked and his thick eyelids moved thickly across his eyes in want of tears. He was not gagged but also not in danger of giving away position as even a deep breath was painful.
               Sounds came to him and though it clearly was some language, it was none he knew. Mostly he didn’t move but tried his best to look around and remember. Both the looking and remembering were proving difficult and then… This continued for a few days coming to and then losing consciousness such that William wasn’t entirely sure what was dream and what was real. It was more like a collection of light and darkness than memories. He may have been given something to eat and drink at one point, but then again he might have dreamed it. He wasn’t sure of anything but he had the idea he had been moved. Perhaps they were traveling quite a lot during this time. It really was hard to tell. He was trained and practiced at finding his way in the woods but only looking from the ground up and continuing black outs in between any coherent thought was simply more than he was equipped for.
               A sudden jarring of his bones from being dropped onto the ground awakened William. As his eyes began to focus he saw a door of sorts closing that appeared to lead outdoors. Slowly he began to look around to see he was in some sort of rough made wooden shack. There was only earth beneath him and it certainly was not water or wind proof but shelter nonetheless. The door was made of reeds tied onto a wooden frame so that one could see through it easily but it was solid enough to prevent escape assuming it was latched on the outside. For the first time since the attack he tried to sit up and it was only when he reached out to steady himself that he realized he was no longer bound. His wrists and ankles borne the soars for having been so but he was in a limited sense free for now.
               There was a plate with some slop on it and a jug of water. William was desperately in need of both but careful not to eat or drink too quickly as he had been without for some time. The food and drink gave him strength and helped to clear the cobwebs from inside his head. He thought they were in a village not far from Kidron, probably Jessup. He had never been there but since they had already been overtaken by the watchers William figured they just set up in the town for now. Apparently there were a few survivors kept as slaves as he heard them from time to time outside seemingly being forced to do labor and begging not to be treated harshly. William who was gaining clarity was storing all the images and sounds. He needed to remember as much as he could. It may prove useful later.
               William had eaten a portion of but not all the food provided and continued to drink slowly and was surprised that he had been left alone for what he was sure were a few hours. He thought to himself that if he were to have strength enough to endure whatever lie ahead, he would need to turn his heart and mind to prayer and to reflect on the words that lived in his heart. Little could William know that at that very moment he, his brother, and their father sat in much the same position; praying about many of the same things; remembering the same writings; as if they were all reflections of one image.

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KOK Chapter 11 - Things Change

Ch11 – Things Change

               Two days had passed since the attack and no further incidents. The patrols were all doubled, The lights stayed lit at night outside. Henry had not returned home. It seemed as if there were no peace to be found. William had spent most of both days searching the usual places and beyond for his younger brother. The rest of the time he was helping his father train men in secret. Inasmuch as the seasons were beginning to change it seemed the town was changing and no one was sure what the outcome would be.
Thunder continued to roll this morning as the rain fell. This was typical of the season change but added to the uneasiness everyone felt. “William, you must rest.” His mother was concerned. “You are too weak to go out again just now.”
               “Mother he is not yet found and I have strength left in me.” William was resolute and solemn.
She was going to say something else but was stopped by the soft touch of her husband’s hand on her shoulder. They watched an exhausted young man leave in the rain. Neither wanted him to go. Neither could imagine all that was at stake.
               “He is his own man. Let him be one.”
               “I know you feel the guilt too Henry…” she could not continue, but busied herself in chores still sniffling. She was right. Henry felt a great guilt that his youngest son had slipped away. He wondered why he had not taught him more and better. How could this be? Perhaps he had let the council’s ban affect him too much. That would not happen again.

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               Henry was pleased with himself that he had a hiding place no one else knew of. He had spent little time sleeping since his encounter with William. He had taken care of what he needed to so far as catching fish to eat, keeping wood for the fire and such. In fact when the rain began he smiled that he had been one step ahead. He did not intend to stay forever but needed time on his own to sort things out. He had been reading more and more. He could make little sense of most of it but the battle techniques he was mastering on his own so he thought. He was most curious about the portion on fighting with a staff. He had never seen this before but he found a fallen limb of sufficient size and straight, he cleaned it off quickly of its small branches and began trying it out. He was amazed how well he took to it. As good as he had been with a sword it seemed this felt more comfortable to him. His balance was better and he began going through the sequences with ease.
               After exercising his new skills he turned back to reading. For the moment gone was the gravity he had felt of late. Now he began to desire more of this knowledge. He was amazed by what he was seeing and how true and right it felt. He returned to his small cave and read of internal struggles and opposing forces that could not be seen. In his excitement he lost awareness of his surroundings until all of a sudden he heard the sounds of animals running near him. It sounded like a herd of something all sprinting nearby toward Kidron. Carefully he peeked out to see what it was but could not believe his eyes. He had never seen anything like them. They ran as men; mad men. They were all dark and covered in hides and furs. Had it been darker he would have thought them beasts of some kind. There were at least twenty of them running, jumping, clawing as they went in what was best described as a stampede.
               Henry ducked back down and it was as if his eyes were open for the first time. “This is real. They are here and You have been trying to prepare us.” He said these words aloud but somehow knew he didn’t have to. Now the teachings of his father made sense; even all that he had been reading flashed almost before his eyes fitting together in a mesh that was both glorious and frightening. He fell on his hands and knees face down and continued, “Please forgive me. I know now. I know now. Help me tell others.” In this moment he didn’t question what he had just said. He just knew he needed to tell. The next thought was that these creatures were headed toward his home.
               Not giving any thought if there were any more Henry tossed the books into his pack, slipped his tunic on and ran out of his cave and towards home. Without thinking he grabbed his make-shift staff and carried it.

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               As soon as William heard the sounds of terror he turned and ran towards them. He had been looking for Henry but sprang to action at the sound of distress. Screams and shouts and terrifying howls rang out seemingly a long time before the alarm bell sounded in the watch tower. The attack was fast and strong. More than twenty watchers sprang from the tree line and onto a house. A few jumped the fences to kill some cattle and pigs before turning to the house. Some others ran past as if to encounter any neighbors or defenders coming to the rescue. Both did. Both fell before it was finished.
               The apparent leader of the raid crashed in the house with two others and did not stop until all inside were dead. William leapt screaming through the window just in time to see the final blow to the family. He had never seen such ferocity in person save the death of Cap Tale. He engaged the watcher with his sword but the savage defended himself well with shielded forearms clad with some tough hide. The two others covered the exits but watched only. William tried to keep watch but his current opponent was enough to keep his mind and eyes busy. Just like before he was large and strong. Every blow that William deflected shook him. Not once did William think that his foe felt the same.
               Outside it became clear that the watchers were only buying time instead of fighting in earnest. They kept a perimeter around the house clear. Several neighbors and defenders were coming now and fighting the attackers but no one was prevailing against them. Then as if some unheard signal sounded five of them knocked their attackers away and ran inside. William was only realizing the trouble he was in when four watchers at once jumped on him and the last thing he saw was the smiling face of his adversary. All the watchers outside in unison turned and ran into the trees again and disappeared. No one outside knew what happened, except that the watchers were gone, the house was in shambles, and ten people lay dead counting the family, neighbors and defenders who came to aid them. There were no blood trails to follow and as much as they left a wide and obvious trail on their approach it was as if they disappeared on their retreat.
               It was not until much later as the details were pieced together that it was realized William had gone in and not come out. Everyone was helping as best they could to clean up and make sense of it all. Henry, the senior, was holding his wife outside as she had just learned of William’s absence when young Henry ran into the scene. He started to announce what he’d seen in the woods until he focused on what was happening in the town. His jaw dropped but not his staff. This is how he stood when his father caught sight of him. Something was different. At least he had not lost both sons forever, yet.
               “Help me take your mother home, son. There is nothing more we can do here.” Henry said to his youngest son.
               “Father, things aren’t the same anymore.” He said as his mother embraced him and they began to walk back across town.
               “They never will be, son.” Neither Henry knew how true this was.

KOK Chapter 10 - Pleas

Ch10 – Pleas

               Stephen had been anxious for the assembly to complete so he could seek out his friend. He found him just where he thought he would. Henry was practicing sword drills but not like any Stephen had ever seen. “Henry, where have you been?”
               “Here, getting ready.” Henry raised his sword to his friend but did not look friendly. His brow was intently wrinkled and covered in beads of sweat. His eyes were intense.
Stephen drew his own as he spoke. Usually they used practice swords but it was not unheard of to use the real ones. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately. We never practice together anymore and you are always alone.”
               Henry began the match with Stephen. “Don’t give me that. You only want to spend time with my dad these days.” The sword play was getting more intense and while they were both accustomed and disciplined Stephen sensed something different.
               “It is true your father is teaching me but are we not yet friends? Can we not hunt together and train?” Stephen was thinking that Henry never moved this fast before or struck this hard.
               As the swords clashed and the two young men danced their dance around trees and over rocks there was intensity between them that never had been. There were no useless spins or flips and no bragging. Just watching and moving quickly to escape the blade. “Stephen I do not need his teaching nor do I need you. I am better and stronger. “
               Stephen would have been terribly disturbed by this but had no time to be as his friend advanced ferociously. Then as Henry swung in one direction but seemed to stop in mid swing to change directions he spun in the opposite way with his body such that he was coming around on a completely unguarded side of Stephen his motion was stopped as his blade met that of another. For a moment Henry was still pressing his sword down on what would have been Stephen’s side except William’s steady steel was preventing it. Stephen just stepped back in shock.
               “What are you doing?” William had never spoken this sternly to Henry before.
               “I am training.” Henry spoke to William not as a brother but as an adversary.
               “I know you took my books while I was away. You cannot learn this yet. You are not ready.” William and Henry lowered their swords but not their voices. Stephen kept silent. “You could have seriously injured your friend.”
               “I don’t need your permission or your teaching William. I can take care of myself.” Henry lashed back. “You think you are so special but you’re not. You just want to keep the advantage for yourself. You can’t. I have it and I shall be the best.”
               “Henry, listen to yourself. This is not about you. Don’t go down this path. You can’t find the way on your own.” William plead with his younger brother.
               “You are not my brother.” Henry said this in a cold tone and turned to Stephen. “You are not my friend. You tried to steal my family? Have them. I need none of you anymore.” Henry left and it was clear that no one was to follow.

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               “Brother, listen to reason. You know in your heart I speak the truth. You are the only elder who remembers what it was like. You are a true believer are you not? Convince the others to let me bring back the old order. We have three living knights and young William rightfully should be. The reports are increasing of sightings, we hear them in the night, livestock have gone missing, how long will we wait?” Jacob had agreed to meet the Commandant at Henry’s house this evening. The three of them were by the hearth.
               “I am a believer and I agree with you but the council does not. What am I to do?” Jacob was a sincere man but lacked courage among the elders. “They have forbidden it. Henry you know I love your teaching and know it to be true but I am only one voice.”
               “Indeed brother,” Henry spoke for the first time in this already lengthy discussion. “You are but one voice. I believe at the right time it will be heard. Brethren let us calm ourselves in prayer. We are in agreement but prevented currently from decisive action. Let us speak what and when we can but trust the only one we truly can.” Just as Henry was about to lead them William came in the door.
               “Father, quickly. Excuse me brethren but my brother is in danger.” William’s face and voice carried the intensity of the moment. He relayed to his father what he had witnessed in the woods and the exchange with young Henry. “I saw to Stephen as best I could and he went home but I do not know where Henry has gone. He lacks the understanding to use what he thinks he is learning. I fear for him greatly.”
               “I was afraid something like this would happen.” Henry shut his eyes and prayed silently.
               As the men were discussing this they were all startled to hear a woman’s screams outside. All four ran to find not far away one of the young brides of the town knelt on the ground holding her husband’s lifeless and bloodied body. She was of course hysterical and neighbors were beginning to gather. “William, alert the watch commander. Light all the lights and wake all the men at once.” The Commandant was a man for action. He was gifted to act in moments like these as few men are. Brother Henry, fetch the doctor while Brother Jacob and I take this man in doors. Everyone else go inside and see to our loved ones. Keep watch! Keep watch! Pray and watch!”
               The young man was already dead. There was nothing that could be done accept mourn with his young widow and console here with the oracles and prayer. Henry of course did that. The prophets were locked in their homes afraid. The defenders searched for tracks but could not find a trail. The lights all stayed lit the rest of the night. No man could have hidden in the town without being seen. Then again, many who saw the body said no man could have done it.
               In the morning, Jacob walked into the council room still with blood on him from the night before. The other men whispered and looked at him in shock. “Brethren, how much blood will we have upon us if we do not what we should?” Another began to speak but could get no words to form. “We have invited this evil among us by forgetting our king and I am afraid will now begin to pay a heavy price. I do not know about you but I am going to my home now. I shall wash and then with my family mourn in prayer. I beg you all do the same. Perhaps we may be of the right mind to meet after this.” With that he left and did as he said.

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KOK Chapter 9 - Preparations

Ch9 – Preparations

               This was a time of preparation in Kidron but few understood how much that was true. The weather was already beginning to cool and the farmers were all but finished harvesting crops. There were a few cool weather plantings to begin but mostly their attentions were turned to storage and taking account to ensure all was ready for the coming season. The merchants were ensuring stock supplies as probably the last ship for a while was in and offering good trades.
               The Commandant was extremely focused on preparations of another kind. He had spent more time lately with his old friend Henry than he had in many seasons. Actually there were five men who met perhaps not in secret but certainly in a manner so as not to draw attention to it. They were men who remembered the old ways. Watch Commander George was one. He was the oldest in age but not in his heart. Captain Markus was one of the quietest men in all of Kidron and was thought of as second to the Commandant since the passing of Cap Tale. Captain Wilson was the other. He was the youngest in the group but though separated in age and rank these men only looked upon each other as equal brethren when they met. Most of the town was unaware or had forgotten but they were all veterans of the last war. Captain Wilson though the youngest in this group. He was the last man to be knighted in the old way although that is no longer recognized by the elders.
               One Cleric who was banned from public teaching, three knights no longer recognized as such, and a man no longer able to actively serve on patrols. Perhaps it seemed an unlikely group to accomplish much of anything but they met. They discussed and planned. They often kept fasts. They prayed what they were doing was enough. “Brother Henry, how do your new pupils look to you?” The Commandant asked in a hushed tone as the four men enjoyed a mid day meal in the market place.
               “William has done well at scouting them. There were a few who had already sought me out. I don’t know yet if there are any knights among them but they are receiving the teaching graciously and training in earnest.” Henry was pleased to report this but his tone was not a happy one until he remembered the next part. “I nearly forgot. One of them apparently rescued one of the prophets from a wild animal.” Henry was openly laughing now and had to restrain himself to finish, much less not to draw attention. “The prophet was out by the town’s edge when he was frightened by an animal’s movement. Apparently he let out quite a yell and one of my disciples leapt out of a nearby tree and dispatched the beast just in time. You see he had been meditating and practicing and hid when he heard the prophet coming in the tree so he heard and saw the whole affair.” Henry slapped the table laughing while his companions looked at each other wondering what their friend was laughing about.
               “Was it a bear? A deer? Why is this funny? Was the prophet injured? Why was it not reported?” Watch Commander George was sure he should have heard of such.
               Henry composed himself long enough to finish, “It was a…rabbit!” Now they all laughed heartily together. “The prophet was embarrassed so much he didn’t even ask him what he had been doing in the tree. They laughed together for a moment but as they were becoming calm again the Commandant spoke.
               “I have not heard you use that term in a long time, friend.”
               “Disciple? Let’s not kid ourselves here. You were once the same as well as Wilson. Were I a bit older I likely would have discipled all three of you. I am not pretending this is anything other than what it is. We have been too silent for too long. Let them ignore the dangers if they must. We are the ones called to raise the defense and if war be on us again then we need proper knights leading the men. I take the proper precautions and keep silent when I must but my teaching is as strong as it ever was. They need it. We need it.” Henry was no longer laughing. The other men were actually comforted by these words and even more by the tone. There was silence for a moment.
               Sargeant Wilson broke the silence, “I don’t know if your good wife told you but one of the prophets came by in the market while you were away teaching and asked her why you had not been at the assemblies of late. I was nearby and over heard the exchange.”
               “Yes, she told me but I can’t recall what her words in response were.”
               “If I recall she said that she didn’t think they wanted you there anyway but you had duties that kept you away.” Sargeant Wilson was all too happy to share this.
               “We had all be on our toes brethren, here comes one now.” Captain Markus said as he smiled and greeted the man in a prophet’s attire. “Greetings brother.”
               “Brother Commandant, it has been noted that fewer of the defenders have been attending the assembly. I trust you have no part in this?” His tone was condescending.
               “On the contrary brother, but it is at my direction.” The Commandant never looked in his direction to see the prophet’s shock but instead took a long drink.
               “I don’t, I mean, I am sure I” The Commandant saved the prophet from his stammering by interrupting but looking directly in his eyes this time which was an apparently all too intense experience that made him shrink back from his response.
               “I was authorized to do all I could even to doubling the patrols and training time and so I have done according to my prerogative and the elders’ blessing. If you have an issue with that please see the elders.” When he finished he turned back to his companions at the table and left the prophet to process this and then walk away in silence.
               Watch Commander George smiled as he said, “You won’t get away with that forever my friend, but I shall enjoy it as long as you do.”
               “Brother George I pray I won’t have to. I must be back now. Brother Henry keep us informed and please continue the good work. I hope you find not only new knights but clerics as well. We need the old ways back. Please bless us before we depart.”
               Henry nodded at his friend and they all bowed heads and joined hands as Henry prayed, “My King, Our Lord we acknowledge your majesty today. We thank you for grace in life and trust for grace in death. Give us now what we most need and keep our thoughts centered upon your ways. Teach us and help us to show others. We are forever yours.”

KOK Chapter 8 - Choices

Ch8 – Choices

               “Brethren Elders,” the Commandant began his address, “perhaps the time has come to spread the word. At your request we have not spoken of these things in many seasons. A faithful few of us remember what the last war was like. Many of you are spared those memories.” As he said this he tried to hide some of what he was feeling. He was addressing the town elders and their prophets. That’s how he viewed them. They were all selected and kept now by the will of the elders. They were well intentioned mostly, but few were true believers. They mostly thought he was full of the ‘old superstition’. They did not care to hear about the old ways. They needed to. They would today.
               “Our defenders have now confirmed by encounter the return of the Watchers. They have apparently destroyed one of our sister towns already and slain Captain Tale not too far from here. It is time we raised the alarm and told the people what is going on. It is time we call for prayer and a fast, it…” he was unable to finish as he was cut off by the senior prophet.
               “Come now dear Commandant, when is the last time we gave the guard instruction on how to patrol? Leave matters of a spiritual nature to us won’t you?” The tone was unmistakeable. He loathed the commandant but kept a political tone in public. This was almost not so. “…besides the Elders decided in their wisdom some time ago not to cause a panic over empty fears. We only have preliminary reports don’t we? Do we REALLY know what happened all the way out there? Perhaps some of your defenders got a bit rowdy between watches…” Even as he spoke some of the elders and prophets began to smile as they liked to see believers in the old superstition put in their place, but the look on the Commandant’s face only became more intense.
               He hid nothing now. “I will not stand for baseless accusations on some of our town’s finest men, prophet or no. You will not speak that way of them again sir lest you desire stand before the men you profane yourself and challenge their honor in person.” He now was leaning over the table around which they sat with his eyes fixed intently on the man now sheepishly retreating into his seat. “If I may be permitted to continue brethren I have spoken with William myself and there is no man among us on whom I can more readily and always rely. His honor, unlike some, is unquestioned.” That was intentional and may have started a heated exchange except the weight of his message cut through all in the room and for a few moments everyone was silent and listening. “We have far too long neglected teaching from the book of the Knights. I care not if the prophets think them appropriate for the assemblies they used to be used to train the proper Knights of Kidron. Now we not only have few that have studied it we have but one man remaining who could still teach it. Brothers our homes and lives are at stake here. We must prepare as best we can and pray we have not waited too long.” At this he took his seat and waited to see what would be the outcome.
               There was much discussion now. Some of it intelligible but most was in whispered tones. This continued until one of the Elders spoke aloud catching everyone’s attention. “I assume you refer to the man who was banned from teaching the Oracles for his heresy and now you want us to authorize him to train and teach our men in tactics that have not been used or practiced in a generation from a book I don’t even think still exists? This is your strategy for our defense from a mysterious enemy who has yet to be proven?” After this no one spoke but all sat and waited for an answer.
               “Brothers” he spoke slowly as to remain in control, “the book is among us.”
               “If you know where they are please disclose the location that the prophets may attain this teaching,” one of the elders interrupted.
               “Brethren, it is no secret the current prophets have sought out and destroyed every copy they could. I openly invite them to attempt to claim the remaining copies from any man they allege to hold them.” This was both a threat and an honest invitation. It was also intentionally spoken. “You of course know my relation to Brother Henry; I stood by him in those proceedings as I do now. I stand as a servant of this eldership and this town and will act accordingly but let me say this. The wisdom of my king is far above that of any man including those in this room. His choosing and teaching I trust in. Any that contradict I do not. This is our hope. He is our hope. Follow His teachings and save your children, brothers. That is my recommendation.”
               Again there was a bit of silence. Then the whispering began and continued for several minutes. The commandant left the table to pour a glass of water and drank it all the while in prayer. His back was to the table and the brethren when he heard the voice. It didn’t matter whose it was. “Brother Commandant. We do not share your beliefs in full. We appreciate your wisdom and concern. This council of elders charges you to spread no panic amongst our people. Stiffen the patrols if you like, double the training hours at your leisure but we will hear no more of this heresy and will authorize no training methods or materials other than is in place. We have lived in peace for some time and trust in your men to keep us safe against any threat.”
               Without facing them again he drew a deep breath and then spoke before leaving the room, “Brethren your trust is misplaced if it is in men. I will do my best. I trust you will not make it illegal to pray and fast for those of us who believe what you read in the assemblies.” With this he walked out tossing behind him a copy of the last week’s reading. It landed between them on the table. None of them touched it. They all knew what it said. The middle portion included this, “…that there is only one name men must trust in for their protection and that of the Elevated King…”

~

             
               “William now is the time we must be wise and must prepare the trusted among us.” William’s father had been sharing with him things he never had before. He had been the cleric that served with the Commandant in the last war, also about their recent meetings to discuss their fears.
               “Father, I can hardly believe this is true but I know it to be. If the elders do prohibit this how can the Commandant raise new Knights?” All that his father was saying to him was being confirmed inside William but he had many questions. William had been taught of his father in all the old ways. In secret he had learned of all the Oracles including the Book of the Knights. Father was the only remaining teacher of these things and William was his principal student.
               “William you know only a true believer can learn these things. I have taken a few pupils recently in private but I must know if there are others among you. I will teach them as I have taught you. You must be my aid. Seek them out who appear ready and challenge all who are training. You must sharpen each other’s skills and maintain devotions outside the view of the prophets and elders. Son, this is what you have been prepared for. This is what we are called to. I am a cleric but you are a proper knight.
               “Father, there are no proper knights, you know this.”
               “Son, there have always been and always will be. I see the marks in you. You will soon see. For now you know how I have trained you and now see the importance. Gather only the truly faithful; those who are gifted and willing. I will take them and teach them and we will both pray we have enough time. Speak only to me of these things. We must be wise.”

~

               Stephen had pondered many things in his mind today and had gone to spend time alone in the woods. He sat on a stone on the edge of a small spring to meditate. Ever since speaking with Henry’s father he had hardly slept. Even now his heart raced and his mind as well. It was as if he heard a voice asking if he believed the oracles or not. Stephen for some reason answered aloud without thinking of it “Of course I believe them. I may not understand them but yes I believe them.”
               Again thoughts came as if a voice that seemed to say, “Then believe them now.”
His eyes had been closed but now he opened them. Now he was aware that he answered audibly but also knew it was not the sound of his voice that mattered, “I do believe. I am yours and I now see how you are mine, truly mine. Majesty, I believe you. Help me believe in you more.” This was his time, his invitation. He had responded. Things began to make sense now and he was filled with a warmth and a purpose he had never experienced before.
               Henry came along just in time to hear the last part. He knew what was going on. He wanted to be happy for his friend. He knew it was real. Instead he hid behind a tree and sank to the ground looking up and wondering why? Why not Henry? An anger arose in him and he decided something too. He would devote himself to the physical training. He would become the strongest and fastest. He would learn to beat Stephen and William. He needed no king.

KOK Chapter 7 - Going Home

Chapter 7 – Going Home

              William was alone for a moment. Ever since dispatching the beast that had killed his mentor, his friend, he had been tending to matters with the men. He had spoken briefly to the young woman whom they rescued; whom Cap Tale rescued. She was shaken, but not seriously injured. She was being cared for by his medic and hopefully going to get some rest she had needed for many days. He had sent out scouting patrols to see if they could find a trail of the others who had escaped. He had sent one man ahead to return to Kidron with an initial report and make a counsel meeting upon their return. He had seen to a number of things yet had one more obligation to attend to. This would be the toughest on William.
              Cap Tale was a man of the old code. He knew and took very seriously the origins of what had become the Kidron way of life. They stretched back many generations. While most folk had forgotten, most everything they did or the way they did it had at its root some meaning. Cap Tale lived his life on no man’s term except for His King! He was one of the remnant who lived his life this way. He still held to the old ways. A part of this now obligated William to do one last favor for his fallen friend. The discussion had come some time ago when William was first promoted to Leftenant and placed under Tale. There were certain things William was never to question and some things to which he was sworn to uphold. Theirs was a brotherhood of warriors, a kindred that escapes the understanding of some. William understood perfectly, however.
When William had given the orders to gather the wood some of the men, especially the younger ones, didn’t realize what it was for. It was the old custom for warriors who died in battle to have their bodies consumed by the flame. It was William’s duty, and in a way that some may never understand his honor to oversee this final act for his fallen brother. The platform had been constructed as prescribed. The fuel for the flame was gathered and plenteous. One of William’s men came to him as he prayed alone. He waited until William looked up and told him all things were ready.
               William insisted on carrying the lifeless body dressed in his battle gear himself to its final placement. He then took the torch and began to light the pile beneath. All the men who were not actively patrolling were gathered around in the clearing. William addressed the men, “Brothers, I light the flame tonight which will consume but a shell. It shall consume all that is before us and then be gone forever. There was another fire lit years ago which purified the essence of our fallen brother. This flame which burned in his heart consumed only the imperfections. That flame that brought life instead of death has not been nor will it ever be extinguished. My mentor tonight rests easy being given a true warrior’s reception in the banquet hall of his king. His honor is not in lives taken, nor in battles won, but rather in a life lived before us displaying his service to Kidron and to the Elevated King. Tonight a knight no longer needs his sword. Tonight we remember well his valiant example. We remember his final words.”
               As William unsheathed his sword and raised it the men shouted together, “For Kidron, and for my King!” At this William knelt and prayed once again. He prayed not for his friend, but that the memory of this life which ended abruptly would guide others to follow. He prayed for strength and wisdom. He prayed for his men and for Kidron.

~

               William returned ahead of the rest with the rescued woman and another of William’s men who was assigned as her personal guard for the return trip. William was very focused on the needs before him. He was anxious to get back and report their encounters himself and to share what he had learned from this woman. He was also anxious to speak to father. The whole time he could not shake the feeling he was being watched. This un-nerved William. He was on high alert. He was sensing as much as watching and listening. He remained in steady prayer.
               As soon as the small party returned the Commandant convened a meeting with the leadership of the Defenders for William to address. There was to be a counsel meeting later with the town elders but this was necessary first.
               William had met everyone in the room, but had never addressed them in such a formal setting. They were all intently listening as William recalled the events and the encounter that cost the life of Cap Tale. They were amazed, however when they heard the information William gathered from the young woman whom they rescued from certain death.
               She was a resident from a town to the east of Kidron across the river. Although it was a hard two day ride, Jessup was in fact the closest town to Kidron. Jessup had encountered the Watchers a season before. It began slowly with the occasional sighting on the outskirts of town. They had heard rumors of some invading force from traders who passed through but never imagined anyone would bother Jessup as they never bothered anyone else. When the raids began the people of Jessup didn’t know what to do. They were a smaller town than Kidron and did not have a force as well trained as the Defenders. It was only a matter of time. Much of the town had been destroyed. Few of the town folk survived. She hid until night fall and ran. In fact it appeared that it was chance she encountered the Watchers in the woods. She had been running for days and was hopelessly lost when she came upon what appeared to be by William’s estimation a scouting party keeping an eye on Kidron.
               “It sounds as if they are making their way in our general direction”, one said.
               “Yes, it appears so.” William responded, “and I cannot stress the strength and ability of them enough. I have never met their rival in combat. Had I not been taught in the old ways I am certain I would have perished as well. The King was gracious to spare me. My strength was not enough.”
               “Brethren, we have long discussed but have failed to prepare for this day.” The commandant concluded, “Those of us who recall the old ways are few and this is a time when we need to rely upon them.”
               “We have drafted a plan for heightened security on the watches. We must ensure the town folk understand the risk and take precautions.” Another of the men said.
               “Yes, that is good captain, but it won’t be enough I fear.” The commandant did not hide the concern in his voice among these men. Everyone was on edge. No one felt easy. The discussion continued and the details of the new plan were drawn out.
               “William, go home and see your family. I and some of the others will meet with the elders. I have been speaking with your father and he knows what I have in mind. These are grave times William, do pray.” William had never seen this side of the commandant before. He always felt as if he could trust him, but had no doubt now. There was a connection from within that William sensed and it made him glad.
               The Commandant was not easy in his mind. He sent his officers on and sat for a time alone. He sat and he prayed. It had been a long time since he had prayed so much. Lately when he looked at the night sky he was compelled to think of the old ways. He remembered the words of his father. He remembered his father’s father. He even sought out an old friend. William of course had no idea the bond between father and the commandant. Many memories flooded back now. The impending sense of urgency came across him again. All those who knew the old ways seemed drawn lately to each other. One by one they would meet and share the great concern that they felt. Only now with William’s report did the fears begin to have a ‘face’.
               “I know what I must do. Please help me to do what I must.” He breathed a soft prayer before leaving for the meeting with the town elders.

~

               Mother met William outside their home and held him tightly. They had caught some mention of his trials but could not know the extent of course. Father stood nearby however with a look that seemed to say he knew even without hearing the details. William felt he had much so discuss with father. Little did he know how much father had to speak with him about. Neither could know in this moment how pivotal their actions and choices would be. While they knew for now was that William was home and while it was a great comfort, no one was quite at ease. William was so glad to be home but even at this joyous moment of reunion, of hugs and smiles, of tears and knowing looks, he could not shake the feeling that he was presently being watched. On some level in quiet moments this angered William. They, whoever or whatever they were, were now threatening his home.

KOK Chapter 6 - Deep Patrol

 

Chapter 6 – Deep Patrol

William didn’t mind the deep patrols. Actually he mostly enjoyed them. He was quite at home in the woods far away from town. He was an avid hunter and loved the quiet found only in the deep woods. This was a rare patrol because William’s Captain was on patrol with them this rotation. As a Captain in the Local Defense, there were many responsibilities. There are four Captains in the Local Defense and one Reserve Captain. Each one had roughly a hundred men to their charge. The patrols were scheduled such that one was always out with the deep patrols. Most folk had forgotten this particular Captain’s real name. They referred to him as Cap’ Tale. They did this because he was gifted at the telling of stories and loved to do so. It didn’t much matter if they were true or imaginary and half the time folk weren’t sure which category the story they were hearing fell into if not both. He was a good man and a good defender. Even though he was most known for his tales, he was an adept leader of men. His men greatly respected him even if they didn’t use his given name.

As William came into camp for the evening Cap’ Tale was at the fire living up to his namesake. William refilled his drinking bladder with water from the stream and came near the fire to listen. There were about five men all mesmerized by the current edition. William listened closely to see if this was one he had heard before. It was. Actually he knew this one well. It was a fanciful flight about a bear the size of ten men. Depending on the audience, it was either Cap’ Tale by himself, or lately William as his alpha on the trail of this behemoth. There was some measure of truth to this tale, but not even William was sure how much anymore. William was always amused when he got to the part where the beast looked his superior straight in the eye and seemed to be intimidated by the Captain’s icy returning stare. Tale was so good at telling it, though that his audiences seemed to believe every word regardless how ridiculous.

As William took his seat, he was pulled into the act, “How far was it we fell down that cliff Leftenant? Was it as high as the Great Hall roof, do you think?

William tried to keep a straight face and replied immediately, “Sir, with all the fur flying it was so hard to tell, but I thought we fell half the morning.” Most times this outlandish response would have incited raucous laughter, but William’s friend and superior just kept rolling with it.

“Ah yes, the fur was a-flying gentlemen! The Leftenant and I both thought we were gone for sure! We fell forever it seemed…” Eventually he recounted for the men how the two of them against all odds and with reduced weaponry felled the bear with their field knives. It was quite a ride and the audience erupted in applause as the captain took a bow. William just smiled.

“How is it tonight my friend?” Tale asked as he took a seat beside William. William had always liked him, but since he was promoted they had become quite close. Cap Tale demanded respect and obedience from his junior officers, (and got it) but also believed in befriending them closely.

“Well sir, well.” William said in an easy tone. “I saw some nice tracks we may pursue on the morrow. Perhaps you should go out with us. Watch Commander George indicated this was a big one and judging by the tracks he is right. It might be best to have more than one bow I can count on.”

“Capital idea Leftenant! I have not seen any big game in some time. On another note, we should discuss setting up some ambushes to test your men while on patrol. It is good to keep them on their toes. There have been a number of thieves spotted in recent patrols even though there have been no encounters.” Tale said.

“I was thinking just the same thing and brought some items to make disguises for us sir.” William, perhaps even more than the other men, adored and respected the Captain and did his best to emulate his methods. It pleased him that he had reached the same conclusion here.

“Well done Leftenant, well done! We shall put together the plan while on the trail of yet another behemoth on the morrow! In the mean time I shall go entertain the men who drew post watch before I retire for the evening. Rest well son, for tomorrow we hunt!” In many ways William regarded Cap’ Tale as a father so this praise made William’s easy mood even better. He finished drinking his water and went to his bunk roll and slept deep and well in the cool woods.

~

While the rest of the men kept to their patrolling duties, Cap’ Tale and William went on the hunt for a large bear whose tracks William had found the day before. They were on the last week of their patrol and this would be a nice prize to return with. A bear of this size would well supply a gathering with good meat. The two had of course discussed official business and planned on setting some traps for training purposes later on. They felt they were getting close and were getting excited when they heard a howling cry that they could not identify.

“That’s not bear.” Cap’ Tale said quietly to William. They both looked around waiting for another. They weren’t even sure if a single creature could have made that noise or if it was a chorus. William had been feeling as if he were being watched since before he left town, but the sensation was much sharper and intense now. They heard the signaling whistle from the patrols. They had all ceased movement and were waiting. The whistle signal they sent out was a method of knowing where their comrades were without calling out vocally. William signaled for the Captain and himself. Their detail was all in whistle range, but well spread out.

All the defenders were crouched motionless, barely breathing. They looked about; they strained their ears and sniffed the air to get any sign of impending danger. Truth was the last couple patrols had reported hearing such a noise, but could never find the source. In the stillness it seemed as if the woods themselves were listening with them, aiding them. Out of the silence the cry came again. It was a growling howl. It was definitely more than one voice. William detected maybe three ‘somethings’ joining in a dissonant, chilling chord. It was closer to William and Cap’ Tale than any of the others. They quickly met eyes and were in motion in an instant. The two moved swiftly and silent through a small ravine and scaled an incline to look over its crest. When they dropped to a prone position and crawled to the edge they saw the source of the cries. Explaining what they saw…that’s a different story.

The bear had been slaughtered and drug back to a rough camp site, but at first it seemed by odd creatures. There were three beings seemingly standing upright, but covered in fur with an odd assortment of tusks or horns jutting out from their heads and shoulders. It took a moment for either of them to realize these were men, or at least mostly. They moved and sounded more like beasts of some sort, but they were men. They had tools and swords. They were covered in roughly cut animal hides and had incorporated bones and horns and perhaps teeth in their coverings. Even their heads had a covering made of bone and hide. When they caught a glimpse of these wild men they saw their faces were painted. Their skins appeared dark and some of them disfigured some how. They were pierced in different places with pieces of bone protruding from their jaws, nose, even one of their brows. Even now they barely looked like men. Then it struck William how large these wild men were. Judging from the bear carcass they stood over cutting and ripping it, they were much larger than the men of Kidron. Father’s description came back to mind. Grandfather must’ve seen the runts if they were only a head taller…

“Are these the creatures of your father’s description William?” Cap’ Tale spoke softly but never took his eyes off the sight below.

“I would have to say yes.” William replied. “I had hoped he was wrong, sir. They are the Woods Watchers” William had taken Tale aside at the beginning of the patrol and shared with him his father’s warning. His superior had taken it seriously which pleased William because he wasn’t sure if anyone would believe the story. Just then something caught the attention of the three watchers. They all looked to one side of their encampment. There, at the base of a tree was an apparent prisoner. A young woman was bound tightly with ropes and had fallen over. She was struggling to right herself which proved difficult with no free arms. The three grunted and spoke in some foreign tongue with a harsh tone at her. Whatever was said seemed to amuse them as they chuckled and returned to their kill.

“Sound the whistle and gather the men here Leftenant. I am going to try and come around to free the lass without their knowing. I may need you and the team to come down in force and noise if I cannot slip in undetected. Make no mistake William, I do not desire for either of us to find out the deadly capabilities of these…creatures, but will not allow her to suffer at their hands if I can prevent it.” Tale was focused and already on the move before William could sound the whistle code to gather the men. He wanted to protest the plan, but knew it was pointless. He would never speak against the Captain in front of the men, but in private was at liberty voice his opinion understanding that he must submit at the end of the discussion.

While being much older than William, Tale was in excellent condition and was able to move quickly without making a sound around the camp and come up behind the woman while the men began to arrive at William’s location. The three below had not been distracted yet. William allowed the men to have a peak and quickly told them the situation. The men were as ready as they could be and certainly purposed to protect the Captain and this mysterious young woman.

Tale moved intentionally slow the closer he got. His eyes were on the three who appeared to be nearing the end of their feast. They were larger than they had appeared from above he thought. The woman was still on her side and as such caught sight of him. She froze with a look of shear panic in her eyes. Tale moved closer and whispered to her. “Ma’am, I am here to help you, but I need you to not move.” She nodded nervously in reply. He instructed her to move quickly if the three were aroused and told here where to run to meet up with the defenders. He slowly cut the ropes that held her. She whimpered as the tight ropes were suddenly loosed. Tale was pulling her behind him to begin their retreat when one of the three happened to look over at them. “Run!” Tale did not yell, but got his point across and she took off like a shot. One of the three grunted something at other two who took off after their escaping prisoner while he headed for her liberator.

Tale whispered a prayer as his blade sprung to action. William quickly ordered the men to intercept the woman’s path and save her from her two assailants. The largest of the three was now approaching the Captain. William thought he’d better stay in case. The watcher’s sword was short and broad. William estimated it to be as wide as his thigh and probably able to sever such as well. In a moment William saw his mentor locked in mortal combat with the watcher and not dispatching him quickly. William was making his way down to the fight when he heard the other two howling again. He hoped that wasn’t bad news for his team, but seeing the way this one fought it would be believable.

Just as William reached the bottom of the hill time seemed to slow. His mentor had lost his weapon and was knocked to the ground. As he caught his fall on his hands, instinctually he spun to face upward. Unfortunately it was just in time to see the blow that would prove fatal. The creature was too fast and too strong. This would be the end of Cap’ Tale.

Unbeknownst to William, the two who were after the young woman heard a howling from some other of their kindred and broke pursuit. The team saw them suddenly change direction and disappear into the wood. Five had taken the newly freed prisoner to their base camp. Five had returned to the hilltop just in time to see their leader fall. William unsheathed his blade and ran toward the watcher. His foe heard him coming before and was well aware how much time he had to spin about and attack.

William was the best swordsman in Kidron. There was no disputing this. William had never struggled so in a sword fight. This creature’s strength was amazing. With every clash of blades, William’s bones jarred from the force of the blows. He had never seen speed like this. William who was always ahead of his opponents and waiting was just barely in time to save his life. Of course, William was not comparing things in this moment. That would come later. Right now he could only think that this vile thing had dispatched his Captain, a just man. He realized shortly that he was getting nowhere but in trouble.

In a brief pause of action, William lept backward. For a split second his eyes closed. The defenders quickly descending the hill saw William raise his sword and heard him shout, “For My King!” They all thought he was referring in some way to Cap’ Tale, but he wasn’t. The next thing they saw would become the subject of legend in later years. William rushed in again but with speed and fluidity of motion they had never seen. It was difficult to keep up. The creature accelerated his movements to match, but William continued spinning, jumping, thrusting, ducking and the advantage seemed to be shifting. The technique William was using was much more advanced than anything they had been taught in their training the defenders thought.

As he moved, almost quicker than his men could track, William began to get inside the watcher’s defenses. Suddenly small wounds began appearing on the creature’s body. His animal hides were now smeared with blood. William was not immune as he did receive some close scrapes that brought a red spray as well, but not in comparison to those he was delivering. Now it was clear William was in command of this battle and the defenders stood in awe having never seen such a display. In a moment more the broad blade of the watcher was loosed from the creature’s grasp and went flying. Then all at once William spun out of the path of the creature’s lunge and thrust his blade into the back of the watcher. As William retrieved his blade the creature turned around breathing laboriously. The two met eyes and all that William saw was living hate and contempt. He could not understand the cursing he got as the creature spat, but he was certain if words were venom he too would perish. The watcher fell back lifeless. William returned his sword to its sheath.

William ran to his fallen friend. He pulled Cap’ Tale in his lap as his friend and mentor slowly breathed his last breaths. He whispered to William, “For Kidron, and for my King…”

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KOK Chapter 5 - The Invitation

Chapter 5 – The Invitation

               It was a clear day and both Henry and Stephen had retreated to their favorite spot by the river after schooling. Henry was skipping rocks, trying to skip all the way across to the other bank. Stephen had tried for a while and decided he would not accomplish that today and moved onto the next thing that came to mind. Stephen had carefully selected a stick he thought the perfect size and straight enough to fashion a spear. He was carefully removing the buds where small branches were. “What did you make of the speech we received today, Henry?”
               “Oh, we should have been expecting it. We only have a few days left and they really want us looking to this mystical king.” Henry replied.
               “Why do you do that Henry? Why must you make fun? Your father and brother are both true believers. Our whole town was founded by believers. The way we live and learn is based on that belief. Why do you mock it that way?” Stephen stopped what he was doing and had a concerned look and tone.
               “I’m sorry. I know you are really trying to find answers. I guess I am too, but I get so frustrated when it seems no one is giving us straight answers. The prophets get up every week and lecture us on how we should live. You know and I know they don’t live any better, in fact not as good of lives as our dads. Then you’ve got that kid the other week, what was his name James? He is a liar and a cheat, but he stands up and makes this profession and now all of a sudden the town thinks he is Mr. Righteous.” Henry did not attempt to hide his frustration from his friend. He let his temper get the best of him sometimes.
               “But what does your dad say about those things? He seems to be the most connected man I know.”
               “He speaks in riddles! He tells me that his king doesn’t choose us based on our merit. He tells me that nobody is good enough for him. That doesn’t make sense! Don’t The Oracles teach an awful lot about living right? Isn’t that the point?” Henry was just throwing rocks at this point, not even pretending to skip them. After a moment he quit altogether.
               “What if that’s not the point?” Stephen asked looking into the distance.
               “What do you mean?” Henry replied.
               “What if the point is much more personal and deep? What if we are right about the prophets and the public professions of so many? Maybe that is not the true way and that’s why we get confused. Your brother William, what was it like when he received the invitation?”
               Henry closed his eyes for a moment. Stephen thought he looked very much like his father when he prays. “It was different…” Henry began. “We were all at home. I only remember parts because I was pretty young. William was off by himself I think when he came and got father. He had a strange look on his face and when he told father they knelt to pray. Father wept openly and mother came in when she heard. After they were finished praying they all three were crying and hugging. After that they called for the Prophet James to come over. Do you remember him? He was very different from the prophets we have today. He died not long after that.”
               “So how does that match with what we see today? How do the teachings of Prophet James match with what we hear today? Do you see? We may be missing it because so many have it wrong.” Stephen wanted so badly to find the answers. He had always been interested, but lately it was as if something had been awakened in him. It was a desire, no more of a need. He lie awake the last two nights (although he told no one) reading The Oracles and praying. He knew somehow he needed to find what he was missing.
“Are you saying the prophets don’t get it? How can that be? Aren’t they supposed to be the ones teaching us?” Henry had never really considered this and he was even more confused by his friend’s idea.
               “I don’t know, it just doesn’t seem to add up. The Oracles say that the only way is for the Elevated King to call us. That’s the invitation we hear about. The prophets seem to think we need them to get to the King. That doesn’t make sense. The Oracles speak about a change inside us, but mostly we only see folk making speeches and announcements but living the same. The Oracles say that if we are truly called by the Elevated King then we will live different lives. Most folk seem to think that in order to be called by the King we need to live better. Don’t you see? Maybe it’s all backwards and that’s why we haven’t understood it.” A small tear ran down Stephen’s cheek as he spoke now. Henry had rarely seen his friend this intense.
               “Stephen I don’t know what to think. Sometimes I think there is nothing to all this and my family has believed in a lie. Sometimes I think that everyone but me will get this. I just don’t know.”
“Henry, I have felt the same way, but lately I feel like I am going to explode inside if I don’t figure this out. I can’t explain it, but it’s like I know I’m in danger and I think the King is the answer, but I can’t quite figure out how to get there.” Both boys fell silent for a moment. “It’s getting late. I told my father I’d be eating with you, so let’s go.”
               “It’s a good thing mother likes you Stephen.” Henry said smiling again.
               “Of course she does, but it’s your father I am interested in tonight.” The two walked all the way to Henry’s home in virtual silence. They were both were thinking on their conversation and what it may mean.

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               After the meal Stephen and Henry both went to the hearth. Father said he would meet them in a moment. He helped mother with a few things and then came in. The boys had once again been mostly silent. Father was good at things like this. He seemed to know when to speak and when to listen. “What’s been troubling you Stephen?” father asked as he lit his pipe and took his seat.
               “How did you know something was wrong?” Stephen asked.
               “Because you usually eat more than a horse when you come and tonight you barely ate at all.” The boys broke the silence and laughed softly. “Besides, I have seen you about lately.
“Well sir, it’s about the Elevated King and his invitation.” Stephen didn’t really know what to say or how to say it, but father waved his hand at Stephen inviting him to continue. Henry always enjoyed the way his father listened to folk when they came to him for help. Stephen was just noticing how comfortable he was speaking with Henry’s father. While Stephen and Henry had been friends most of their lives, he had not had many serious conversations with father.
               “These last few days it seems I am greatly troubled inside. I have a fear in me I have never known before. I think maybe the Elevated King is calling me, but I can’t figure it out. Henry and I have been talking about this for some time. It is hard to make sense of what we see out of folk in the town and from the teaching of the prophets. I don’t mean to be ugly, but I know I do not need the kind of experience we see when kids stand in the assembly and make a show of their profession. Sir, I need help and even though my father always took me to the assembly lectures, I cannot figure out what I need to do. I thought you may be able to help.” Stephen had dropped his head by the end of his plea and was once again fighting back small tears.
Father leaned forward toward Stephen and looked directly into his face. “You are not far, son. You have seen past distractions and you are correct. You do not need a show. You are in need of real help. There is only one place to go for this type of help: The Elevated King.”
               “But I have believed in the King since I was a boy, you know this. I have repeated the profession, I have prayed to see what I need to do, and I am left empty.” Stephen knew he had come to the right place.
               “That’s because you can’t do anything; that includes repeating some profession.” Father answered. “When the King calls you, he only wants you to answer. You have to submit to him, but there is nothing to be done. He has done all that needs doing. The words formed from your mouth do not impress him, only that you bow to him inside.”
               The boys sat almost motionless. They were both trying to digest what they had just heard. Henry had not seen his father this intense in a long time. He couldn’t make sense of it all, but there was something unmistakable about it. He knew it must be the truth. Stephen looked as if his mind was working faster the wind. Father sat back, never taking his eyes off of Stephen.
               “Frankly I don’t care what anyone says about it. The King decides on his own how and when to call us. He is the only one you need respond to. He can cause you to understand and teach you what it means to submit; to trust. It’s not about believing in the stories like you always have. It is about trusting The King and him alone. To answer his call you don’t need me or a house full of prophets in robes. Answer him Stephen. He will take care of everything. He will make everything clear.”
               After a moment, Stephen collected himself. “Thank you, sir. I believe this will help me. I am more convinced I need his protection. I must get home, but I may not rest until I find release from this heaviness inside.”
               “I pray you find peace tonight son. May the light of the King illuminate your way.” Father said letting Stephen out the door.
               Henry was still sitting by the hearth when father came back in. “So they really do have it wrong, father?” Henry asked not looking up form the floor.
               “It seems, son that more people see the trees than can see the forest.” Father replied. “Just look to the King. Seek him and everything else will fall into place.”

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