-The finished verson of Ch. 12
A Knight Held at Knifepoint
Eade stumbled horribly through the streets, he blew his horn loud enough for the whole world to hear him, as guards all around were each alerted to the noise. Eade took the horn away from his mouth; blood that had stained it began to drip itself onto the floor, as blood ran down Eade’s face. The guards were just able to reach Eade, before he stumbled again, almost hitting pavement just before the other guards caught him, “Sir Eade!” One of the guards yelled… When Eade’s eyes focused in, he discovered that the guard that yelled, was Maxmont. Maxmont ran up with five other guards beside him; his face distraught with woe, “What happened?” Maxmont said. “…I was beaten.” Eade coughed, “He had a black hood on, his scars…All over his face…Bastard called out knifepoint…” “Who called out knifepoint Eade?” Maxmont went. “Bastard called out knifepoint..! I heard him! That son of a bitch knows his name!” I heard him! This time I swear it!” Maxmont scratched his chin in confusion, “We’re going to get you to the infirmary Eade.” He went, “I need to know exactly what has happened.”
“Yeah?!” Eade shouted, “Guess what?! I need to know what happened, TOO!” Eade yelled at the top of his lungs, like a raving mad man, as he swung his arms “But I got the upper hand on those bastards this time though!” Eade screamed, “They’re wolves! That’s right! I said they’re WOLVES! The bastards travel in PACKS!” “Eade! Enough!” Maxmont went, but Eade only continued to shout, his voice echoed into the ears of everyone around him, and had begun to draw in a large gathering crowd, “Knifepoint! Knifepoint! KNIFEPOINT!!!” Eade paced back and forth with blood dripping from his nose and onto the ground, “Have you seen O’l Greenleaf?” Eade said to one of the bystander, “…HUH?! …No? Well what about Knifepoint? HUH?! Do you know him?” Eade went past all of the bystanders, every one of them startled at Eade, of both his reckless ranting, and also how bloody he was from head to toe, “THEY KILLED MY DAUGHTER!!!” He screamed, as gasps leapt from out of everybody’s mouths, “They’ll get you!” Eade had now begun pointing at everybody around him, “They’ll get you if you’re not careful… That’s what they do! They GET you! I said they’ll GET you!” Eade swung his fist through the air, and blood sprayed onto the clothing of anybody standing too close to him, “You tell them I’m looking for him…You tell them that! I’m looking for him! I’m looking real good and hard!” Eade stopped, and looked right into one of the bystander’s eyes, with his cold, shaking pupils “…And then you tell me if you’ve seen anything, so that they don’t do this to you!” Everybody, even the guards paused dead in their tracks, hesitant to move, and hesitant to breathe. “Eade…” Maxmont went, “ Eade!” Eade barely made out Maxmont’s voice, just before he fell for the ground, the guards next to him just able to catch him in their arms. Eade was too weak to say anything more, and could only hear the guards scrambling to take him to Druid Dovemare Hospital, as they hoisted him into a stagecoach, his eyes looked all around; people were all staring out of their windows at Eade, as the wagon he was in took off…He was just able to catch a glimpse of Maxmont, scratching his goatee, just before he lost consciousness…
The harsh rattling of a wheel caught the fading attention of Eade, as the knights and nurses brought him through the halls of Dovemare Hospital’s halls. His eyes groggily rolled, as he took glances at everything around him. Suddenly the knights and nurses stopped into a patient room; besides Eade, there was another patient in the room with him, as the nurses hosted him onto an empty bed, “Try your best to relax Sir Eade, we will be with you soon”. One of the nurses said to him. “…Where’s Maxmont?” Eade murmured to the nurse.” Just then, Maxmont popped his face into the room, with a warming smile on his face, “He’s right here, my friend.” He went, as his voice coated the air all throughout the room.
The nurse smiled, “I will leave you two alone then.” She said as she exited the room with the other fellow knights, with one of them wishing their fellow captain to get better soon . Eade stared at Maxmont, as he came up to him, “My dear friend…” Maxmont went. Maxmont then looked up to the sound of a cough, that had come from the other patient that was in the room with them; Maxmont frowned with a concerned look on his face, as he faced Eade again, “What happened Eade?”
“I was beaten, Maxmont…” Eade went. “I am sorry for you, my friend…But I told you not to confront this O’l Tall-Eyes, or enter into anybody’s home, without getting a search warrant from the king… This happened because nobody was there to protect you.” “I have heard this before Maxmont.” Eade grunted. Maxmont folded his arms, “Eade. They could have killed you… They could have killed you, and buried you, and nobody would know what happened to you, or where you went…” “I know what you’re saying!” Eade went, “I’ve played this game before!” “…Have you now? Does it really take you dying to learn who did this-
“If that’s what it takes Maxmont!” Eade snapped, “You have no daughter or children that were slain in the worst way possible, Maxmont!”
Maxmont’s frowned in anger, his demeanor changed in a way, most unlike him, “I have a sister SLAIN!” Maxmont yelled, “A brother who deserted me! A family grief stricken! My uncle killed himself because of her death!” Eade’s eyes widened as Maxmont ranted, “People all throughout this town are being slain, Sir Eade! You are not the only one struggling! There’s something stirring here in this town, dear friend! Just like a hornet’s nest, things are stirring!” There was a horribly long pause that came after Maxmont’s shouts, as only Maxmont’s heavy breathing could be heard, along with the other patient’s coughs and wheezing’s. Eade frowned woefully, trying to find words to say; he had never seen Maxmont yell and lose himself to anger before.
Maxmont shifted his balance, and took deep breaths, as he calmed himself, “I’ve got a friend here, that was beaten badly, and he won’t listen to my advice, when I tell him.” “And what is your advice Maxmont?” Eade went.
“Accept this help, Eade. These people work in packs you say? So fight them in packs.”
“…Alright Maxmont.” Eade went, “I will seek some help, to fight them.”
“I will do the same, Sir Eade.”
Maxmont looked around the room, “I will remain here, and make sure nobody tries anything foolish. There will be fully armored knights here as well. They come from my defense, so they’re good for it, and wise. I will also collect this other patient’s background, making sure that he isn’t a convicted felon or anything.” “Is my wife going to know?” Eade went, “I would prefer if she didn’t.”
“I’m afraid that she already knows, a messenger was sent to your house last night. She may be coming over soon.” “Dammit…” Eade cursed.
“Get better Sir Eade, we’ve got villains to fight…” Maxmont made his leave out of the room, just before Eade called out to Maxmont, “How do you do it Maxmont? How do you go on?” Maxmont let out a confident smile, “Through prayer, I continue to march forward my friend. That is the secret of secrets.” And with that, Maxmont made his leave from out of the room. Eade sat silently, as he looked around the room, when he heard an eerie wheeze that ended in a horrible laugh, right across from him. It had come from the other patient that was also in the room with him… The old man’s decrepit face twisted in pain, and grinned with horror, as he gazed at Eade, “Heheheh, your sugar coming to get you?” The old patient crackled. Eade tried his best to ignore him, but the old man’s coughs began to worry Eade about the man’s health, “I see things boy…I see things afore they happen…! I knew you would end up here, I just didn’t know what you’d look like…” The old man’s voice and murmuring almost sounded like a man suffering in hell, as Eade finally looked back at the old man, “I’m not going to be here long.” He said to him. “You don’t believe me?” the old man sighed woefully…Suddenly, his woeful expression changed into an evil smirk, “I know, you gunna be ‘ere for a while…’Less play a lil’ game…” Eade sighed, “What game are we playing old man?”
“eheheheheh…You go ask them pretty ladies to go fetch ye another chair, because…” The old man’s horrible piercing eyes locked tight with Eade’s, as his grin split across his face from ear-to-ear, “There’s gunna be another one a’comin to your room to see you…!” Eade’s eyes widened, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, “If I’m wrong” the old man continued, “I’ll die here where I lay…If I’m right…Then…I’m gunna bug you for the longest! HAHAHAHAHA!” “You know what old man…It’s a deal.” Eade leaned forward, and called for a nurse to bring him another chair; the old man, watching Eade’s every move, almost as if his very eyes looked straight through him… “My name” The old man went, “Is Logmare…It’s what them’s call me, seems as though on a count that I count logs on coffins, ‘stead of sheep!” “That’s a ridiculous name.” Eade grunted. Logmare frowned with anger, “Foolish boy-oh! I called out to scorpions in my youth!” he cursed. “Yeah? I used to have a family in mine.” “A family? Pfff! Now you don’t? It’s cause you…ATE THEM! Right?! You gluttonous hippo Eade! Ate them right up! Legs and all!” “Whatever old man! I’m sick of you!” “You need’a learn, boy-oh! You got’s nothin’ Who is your mama? She’s nobody! Not nobody real!” “Not listening to you old man!” Eade cursed. He laid back on his pillow, and tried his best to bloat out the old man’s rantings, as he turned his back, allowing darkness to take hold of his eyes.
Eade fell asleep, his eyes heavy… Yet light as a feather, as he was restless. He heard Logmare’s coughs and groans, as he ranted for the nurses to bring him various things, like a glass of water. Eade frowned his eyebrows slightly when he heard Logmare ask for an axe..! Amidst his sleepless slumber, he suddenly heard a soft, mellow voice ring into his ears, calling his name. He also heard Logmare croak out to the voice, “Don’t go sittin’ in that there chair, girly!” he went, “That there chair’s not your chair!”
“I’m only going to use it for a second, old man!” the voice scoffed back, “Isn’t it past your bed time?”
“FOOLISH GIRLY! I lives ‘ere in this place…! Now don’t you go sittin’ in that chair… I said NO I said! Don’t you do it!
…You barkin’ up the wrong TREE woman!” Eade found himself groggily opening his eyes, as his eyes focused on the person Logmare was arguing with… It was January! “Oh, haha! I made a joke!” Logmare went, “You one of them wood elves. And…I said ‘you barkin’ up the wrong tree’! HA HA HA!” Eade was too surprised to see his fellow childhood friend in the room with him to pay attention to Logmare’s strange ranting. “Eade!” January cried out, “What happened? Who did this to you?” “I’m fine, January.” Eade said to her, as she made her way to the empty chair in the room, only to be shouted at by Logmare again, “NOT THE CHAIR, I SAID! NOOOOOO!” January delivered Logmare a cold, angry stare. “Hey! What the hell is the problem?” “Eade boy.” whined Logmare, “Y-you got’s to listen to me…That chair weren’t meant for anybody but the stranger that’s ‘posed to come over…! It would change up everything!” Eade frowned angrily, and January’s mouth dropped with a shocked expression on her face, “Okay, you know what,” January growled, “How ‘bout I sit down over here on the bed, would that make things better for you, old guy?” “How many chairs you’s want in ‘ere?! Huh? Them’s will bring in another one, if you sit down on that bed!” “Hey old guy!” Eade went, “Relax!” There was an awkward pause that flooded the room, as January sat down on the corner of Eade’s bed, with a confused look on her face.
January shook her head, and looked back at Eade, the room’s dim light reflected beautifully across her shimmering uniquely blue eyes, “ Eade, what happened?” “This old guy’s name is Logmare,” went Eade, “And he’s an old fool who thinks he can see things or whatever-
“No, I mean…What happened to you?!” Eade paused as January looked deep into Eade’s eyes, “…They attacked me.” Eade said, “They’re bastards. They attacked me…And they’re gunna pay.”
“But who attacked you?!” January’s eyes almost began to shake and tremble, “…They, wore a black hood, and they just…Tried to kill me. I’m sorry…You don’t have to worry about me.” January looked down, and stood herself up, trying her hardest to fight back her tears. “Come on January, don’t worry for me…” January slowly paced back from the bed, wiping bottled up tears from her eyes, and trying her hardest to stop the sniveling that softly emitted from under her breath, “You’re right, you’re right. I just…” The crackling in January’s voice slowly began to change back normal again, “I…Set up a ground team, I had them search the area, my first…Priority was to make sure that you were in stable condition. We couldn’t find anything, but I have my troops searching the area, and I, just wanted to see if…”
“They said that um, my wife was informed, right?” Eade went, “She’s supposed to be coming over, but I don’t know when.”
January paused for a second, letting in deep breaths, and trying to collect herself, “Yes, I was the one who informed her. I made sure to get to her as soon as I could. She said she would be coming over soon,” January sighed as she sat back down on the bed, “But, I guess she got lost on her way over here. I had offered to bring her up here, but she declined.” Eade frowned as he listened to January, “Don’t know what the hell her problem is…” she growled under her breath, as she rolled her eyes, “How is it, that I came to see you first before your own wife?” Eade paused before he began to speak again,
“I’m looking for my daughter’s killer, January.” Eade sighed, “I’ve been all over, dark alleyways, taverns, I’ve, just been everywhere, and-
“We’re going to find out who did this, Eade. I swear to God, I’ll, we’ll…Find who did this. I’m sorry this happened to you.” Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Eade looked forward, only to see another Druid guard call out to January, “Sir January. There’s been a disturbance.” The guard went to her. January stood herself up off the bed, “Yeah, okay. Well Eade, I have to go…” she turned her face towards Eade’s, as they both paused to look at each other. Eade felt sorry for himself, as January mournfully looked at him, her eyes slightly trembling; the pause that came from her was almost as if she was trying to read her dear friend’s thoughts. “…I’ll be better soon. I promise.” January nodded her head, “…Yeah. Yeah okay…Okay. Just, be careful Eade…” January took her hand, and softly hit her fist in it, the same way that the Cascadians did to greet their brothers in arms. Eade smiled, as the memories of the time that they were once Cascadians flooded back into his mind…He returned the greeting back to his former shield sister. January smiled as she tapped on Eade’s chest, and went for the door…Eade groaned silently from the pain as he tried his best to keep his smile. The warming presence that had flooded it’s grace through the room, had departed just as soon as January left, with the door closing behind her. Eade frowned, as he slowly turned his head to look at Logmare; his eyes narrowed pitifully as he stared at the old man’s twisted sulking facial expression. As Logamare stared at the chair, Eade gave a quick glance at the chair, then back at Logmare, “Old man, you’re a fool! You know that?” Eade scoffed, “That was January, my childhood friend… And she had to damn near stand for her whole visit here, all thanks to you!” Logmare didn’t answer, as he sat himself up, crossed legged on his bed, as his gaze locked on the door, almost in a trance-like state, when he suddenly began to point at it. “Did they happen to bring you guys a chair yet?” he mindlessly murmured.
Eade frowned in confusion, as Logmare began to utter out more words, “I hope that’s not the broken chair..!” Eade raised his eyebrow, and gave a slanted grin as he shook his miserable head, “This guys’ off the deep end!” Eade groaned from under his breath; he then stopped to hear the sound of Logmare slowly crackling with the most horrid laughter that he had ever heard! The laughter started low, then had become louder and louder, the hairs on the back of Eade’s neck stood up as he glanced back at the decrepit old man, “You see? There it comes…” Logmare’s laughter abruptly stopped, when suddenly the door to their room opened. It was one of the male attendants; he brought in a wooden chair as he stepped inside the room. Logmare sat silently. He didn’t laugh, or move, only gave the attendant an unwelcoming grin, splitting from ear-to-ear.
The attendant scratched his head as he looked around, “Did they happen to bring you guys a chair yet?” he went. Eade’s eyes widened with a godsmacked look on his face, “…Yes.” Logmare finally went. “Oh… Okay.” The male attendant turned around for the door, bringing the chair he brought out with him. Just before he made his leave, he scratched his head again as he glanced over at the other chair, “Man, I sure hope that’s not the broken chair..!” the door shut behind the man, as he made his leave; Eade’s mouth dropped, his eyes had widened, and stayed wide as Logmare began to let out his wicked laughter again, “AHHAHAHAHA! You shall see, boy-oh!” Eade turned to look at Logmare, and was greeted by his wicked, almost sinister gaze; his eyes narrowed in enjoyment, his heinous grin almost took up all of his face; he had piercing yellow eyes that glowed, his hair thinning, leaving behind only a prominent point that seemed to stick out from the front of his head. The youth, along with the strength he may have once had, reflected back in a way that showed that he may still have some of it left, “I’m gunna be bugging you the longest ‘ere?” Eade stayed silent, “You don’t have to worry ‘bout me ever.” Logmare crackled, “Get some rest… Them’ hood boys…They not like they used to be. Trust me. I know…”
Logmare looked right past Eade, and at the door again; his grin slowly dissipating into a cruel frown. Eade slowly laid back in his bed, baffled at what had happened. Eade turned with his head staring out at Logmare, his eyes wide with dread, until all of his worries, and all of his unanswered questions, had led him to sleep.
Copyright September 5, 2014