More Than a Game by Andrey Vasilyev

Author:Andrey Vasilyev [Vasilyev, Andrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: k'12
Publisher: LitWorld Ltd.
Published: 2017-02-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

A Knight and a Mayor

The mission turned out to be a little building marked by a sign identical to the amulet—a circle with a tear in the middle. I pushed the door open and walked in to find myself in a small room centered around a desk. Behind it, sat an old man who could not have looked less like a knight. He was wearing a robe and writing something. This was the representative of a powerful order of knights? Where was his chainmail, sword, mustache? He looked up from the parchment in front of him.

“How can I help you?”

“Is this the Tearful Goddess Order?” I thought I might have been mistaken. Maybe the building belonged to…oh, I don’t know…Who could it have belonged to?

“Yes, the Tearful Goddess Order.” He immediately dispelled my doubts, cutting short my attempt to think of what else might be going on. “What do you need?”

“I have an amulet for you.” I pulled it out and showed it to him. “Here, I think it belongs to one of you.”

“Wait a second.” He jumped up from the stool he sat on and ran into the next room. He returned almost immediately, throwing open the door and announcing grandly, “Master of the Tearful Goddess Order, keeper of the lost temple secret, member of the Council of Involved, Majordomo Hugo von Shlippenshtain awaits you!”

That was impressive. Involved in what? And what was that about a secret?

I walked through the open door with as dignified and measured a gait as I could muster.

The inside of the room looked much more fitting for a knightly order. The room was spacious, weapons hung on the walls, an enormous bearskin sprawled over the floor, and a fire crackled in the fireplace. I found myself looking at a tall and sinewy older knight. He had a drooping Polish-style mustache and could have been pulled straight from Dragonlance or the movie Crusader. Shlippenshtain seemed like a strange name for him, as I would have expected something like Pan Tadeusz or Sir Ogloblya.

“Welcome, warrior.” The knight nodded his head slightly in greeting. “I am Master of the Tearful Goddess Order Sir Hugo von Shlippenshtain. You can call me Master Hugo. And what is your name?”

“Hagen,” I answered. “Hagen from the Thunderbirds clan. I don’t have quite as many titles, as I haven’t had time to acquire them yet. So you can just call me Hagen.”

“Well, if you have bravery in your heart, strength in your arms, and a brain in your head, titles and glory will come. You just need to understand if you really need glory.” Master Hugo was being very diplomatic. “Brother Tsimiskhy said you brought an amulet belonging to one of our brothers. Could you give it to me?”

“Of course. That’s why I’m here.” I offered it to him.

“Olaf von Dal.” The knight looked at the amulet sadly. “He was a fun, carefree boy, and all he wanted was to write the chronicles of our order. You know, Hagen, he even bought a thick book that was orange for some reason.

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