Knight of the Sword (of Knights and Wizards Book 3) by Gallant A. J

Author:Gallant, A. J. [Gallant, A. J.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2014-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

IT WAS TWO DAYS LATER when Cyrus awoke face down with a bad taste in his mouth; he coughed displacing dust on the floor, getting some of it in his eyes. A harmless black spider crawled away from him. The poison butterflies had been conjured to kill but the enchantment was centuries old which was a lucky break for him. The insects were now dead on the floor. He stood up and immediately fell over; he was actually weaker than he felt, seeing spots before his eyes, finally managing to sit with his back against the wall. He shook his head but it didn’t help.

Cyrus was forced to sit for hours while his strength returned, trying several times to get up but realizing that he was too weak to stand. He finally managed to make his way to the door, pulling on its wrought iron circular door handle that hung from the mouth of a silver lion. He had to pull on it several times before realizing that he had to push it open, fell inside displacing another layer of dust. The interior was surprisingly large, a thirty foot ceiling with illuminated white stalactites dangling down at least five feet, the light from them lighting the place quite well. Sitting in a peculiar long chair that had perhaps also been a bed was a skeleton, the remains of the owner he guessed. In his skeletal right hand was a golden cube with strange markings on it; he stared down at it but didn’t touch it, had he been a wizard there was no telling what the thing would do to him though he was fascinated by it. It did look like it was solid gold.

Cyrus discovered a dagger on the floor, barely visible through the dust but when he cleaned it he discovered that it was encrusted with two large rubies and several diamonds, its point was impressively sharp. “What a beautiful weapon! I might be able to get a fortune for this. The life of a knight is the choice of a fool.”

On the west wall he found small cavities that were stuffed with leather pouches, and when he opened one it looked like some sort of herb inside; he presumed it was some sort of magical ingredient and then again it might simple be a spice. Inside another pouch he found flecks of gold and in yet another were what seemed to be spider legs? His strength not yet fully recovered he sat on what was a huge trunk, twice the length of him but it was locked, his. It was a triangular lock that needed a key. He was excited by what the trunk might hold, envisioning it full of gold coins, and so he hit it several times with his sword but it did not give way to the blade. Hoping that it wasn’t sealed by magic he left the old trunk for the time being as his eyes darted around on the floor in search of the key.

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