Renaissance Faire 2 - Ghastly Glass by Joyce & Jim Lavene

Author:Joyce & Jim Lavene [Joyce, Lavene, & Jim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2011-08-07T04:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Death stood his ground. I kept hoping he’d run away. But how many times does the monster run away in horror movies? I don’t remember ever seeing Dracula run when the peasants came after him.

The closer I got to the hooded figure, the larger he seemed. The green-tinted fog swirled around him like some ghostly creature of the night.

I clutched my tree branch a little tighter as I reminded myself that this was only a man. Maybe a large man, but still only a man. I’d taken Henry out fairly easily, enough so that the women of the Village were looking up to me. All I had to do was stay cool and remember my moves. How hard could it be? The bigger they are, the harder they fall. That’s what they always say.

I was pumped up, psyched for the encounter. I ran faster as I passed the Good Luck Fountain and started yelling even louder. I’d read once that the idea of screaming at your opponent came from the earliest tribal instinct to instill fear in your enemy. I could only hope I was instilling a lot of fear.

When he was finally standing within arm’s reach, I hurled my whole body at him, prepared to jump up as soon as he crashed to the ground. I wasn’t going to be afraid of this myth anymore, skeletal hand or not.

Unfortunately, nothing happened. Well, not so much nothing happened as nothing happened to him. I hit him hard (and I’m no lightweight), but it didn’t phase him. I don’t think he even moved. I hit his chest and midsection and bounced off to the ground. It happened so fast that I thought for a moment someone else had broadsided me.

But no. It was just me and Death out in the middle of the King’s Highway. I fell hard on the cobblestones. This is going to cause some bruising. The tree limb flew from my hands. My arm and head ached from smashing into him full force.

I lay on the ground groaning, hoping he wasn’t coming to kill me with his giant scythe. I couldn’t have used my two-way radio if I had it with me. It didn’t work with my costume so I’d left it at dungeon. Still, I hoped my death (or serious dismemberment) would teach him a lesson. I hoped he’d never be able to love anyone again after letting me die in such a tragic, yet heroic, way.

Death stood over me. I couldn’t move. He looked down into my face, his hood blacking out whatever lurked inside his robe. I closed my eyes, ready for my final scene in Renaissance Village. Who knew it would end this way?

“Hello, lady.” Death had a kind of wimpy voice for someone so big.

I opened my eyes a little and he waved at me. It was a pinky wave where you just move your fingers.

“Are you hurt? ”

“Am I hurt?” I mimicked, obviously too terrified to think.

“Did you hurt your head? You sound kind of funny.

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