Hello! this is my weekly serial, written raw as a writing exercise.
You can find the first post in the series here.
Last week’s post is here.
“Are you certain you want to face Ulfgorr in one on one combat Ragnar?” asked Vethri, looking me in the eye. “I know that it is the honourable thing to do, but from what you have told us about him, it seems like it will be tough to win.”
“That is putting it diplomatically. Ulfgorr will likely paint the challenge ring with my blood.”
“Then why do it?” asked Carmen.
“Its a Nordan thing,” responded Eiskra. “The nobles are big on honour and single combat, even the women.”
“Without honour I will never be free to return to Nordan lands.”
“It seems like a foolish thing to throw away your life for, Ragnar,” said Carmen. “I know you love your homeland, but even without it, you still have a good thing going here. I envy you.”
“Do you really Carmen?”
I was a little wroth, but she did not seem to care. “Do you think that I would have fallen prey to someone like Sildus if I had friends like yours, Ragnar? The Nightblades recruit ‘most of us from pickpocket gangs and the like in the run down parts of the city. I don’t ‘have very many good memories of my youth; just little victories like getting enough to eat or finding a warm place to sleep when it got cold. I used to think that I was special, just to have escaped that, but now I know better. You have so much more than I do in that regard.”
I nodded. “What you say is true: I have always been fortunate to find myself in good company. But I cannot shirk this fight. Ulfgorr will not stop until one of us is dead. Fighting him in the challenge ring ensures a fair fight, and a chance to regain my honour. I cannot pass it up.”
“Fine,” said Carmen. “What are the rules of this fight? how can we help you win?”
The rules are simple. We both enter the challenge ring. We fight until one of us is dead. No one outside the challenge ring can help.”
“Can I poison your weapons?”
“That would be dishonourable.”
“Can we spend a small fortune on an enchanted blade?” asked Vethri.
“We could, If we had time. It is not exactly sporting, but then again Ulfgorr is a wolf-changing berserk. Sadly, there are no smiths that I know if in this town who could produce a better blade than I have now in the time before the fight.”
“I’ll see if I can get Git to make something useful for you with that fire concoction of his,” said Murith. “It seemed to work well on Ulfgorr the first time.”
“It would have to be thrown though; I don’t want to warp my blade.”
Carmen laughed. Cackled more like. Everyone looked at her.
“This has given me an idea that might help you out Ragnar. I have to return to the tower…”
“Are you going to give voice to this though of yours?”
“Nope. Nightblades prefer surprises. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt your honour, Ragnar.”
And she slipped out of the carriage and melted into the crowd.
“This should be interesting,” said Murith.