Promise of a Sorceress (I, Sorceress) by G. S. Santos

Author:G. S. Santos [Santos, G. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter X:

Hidden treasures

Kaunas took the cane from the table and placed it on the ground. He clenched his teeth, the pain flooding his back and neck, but he managed to ignore it and stretched his knee until he was on his feet. He supported the cane and took another step toward the pantry on the opposite side of the room. He opened one of the vases and found black barley bread from a week ago. It was hard as stone, but luckily, did not smell of mold. He grabbed a used knife and smeared butter on the bread.

He nibbled it hungrily.

Suddenly, he heard a horse’s gallop outside and rolled his eyes. There was nothing to worry about, it was probably his sister's little friend, but did he think it was easy for him to crawl from the bedroom to the bridge? At lunch time?

It was to be expected. The boy began to hammer at the door. Kaunas wished to scream and say, cut it out, I am coming, but he doubted they would listen to him. When the sound of the blows became intolerable, he leaned against the table and stood up with his cane. He left his room, walked towards the gate at a snail's pace, and the pounding on the door did not stop.

"Stop now! I 'm coming!" he shouted as loud as his lungs allowed him, and the blows ceased. Kaunas reached the iron gate, leaned his shoulder against it, and opened the metal locks. He pulled the door with an effort, revealing the rider behind the wall, his shoulder-length hair blowing in the wind, and two sacks tied to his horse.

"Come in," said Kaunas, as Wil crossed the bridge, then the gate, and dismounted with a humble gesture.

"Good morning, Sir Kaunas!" he said.

Kaunas smiled disinterestedly. "Come in," he said and walked toward him, pretending to help him with the sacks of flour and potatoes, which Wil quickly carried on his shoulders.

"Thank you," muttered Kaunas, as he hobbled, trying to reach Wil's pace, and crossed the threshold into the inner plaza, then onto the door to the main hall, his home full of dust and bags of food. Wil dropped the bags inside while Kaunas closed the door behind, leaving the cold breeze out.

Wil let out a sigh and stretched his back.

"Do you need help with anything else?"

"Not really but, it's cold outside." Kaunas invoked basic courtesy, and admitted to himself that being alone for hours plunged him into an abyss of uncertainty. Any company was fine, even if it was that lowlifes.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"No need, my brother..."

Kaunas hated being called that. They did not have any resemblance. Who did he think he was?

"Something to drink?" asked Kaunas.

"You mean a real drink."

"Sit down, Wil, I'm going to go find something good, all right?"

"Well." Wil sat down at the table and stretched out his arms. Kaunas turned and walked toward the door, heading for the cellar outside. Suddenly, he heard another horse trotting on the bridge.

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