The Book With No Name by Anonymous

Author:Anonymous
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-1-84317-427-1
Publisher: Michael O' Mara Books

Thirty-Four

‘Peto! Wake up! Wake up, it’s me, Kyle. Are you okay?’

‘What happened? Oh, my head. Ow!’

Peto could feel his head pounding as if he had been hit by a train. Where the hell was he, though? All he could see was Kyle’s face above him in the middle of a clear white sky. It felt like he’d been laid out on some grass. But why? And how did he get here?

‘You got beaten in the first round, just like we planned,’ said Kyle, grinning down at him. ‘You didn’t do a very good job of making it look real, though. You could at least have hit him a couple of times before going down.’

‘Huh? What?’

‘Come on, Peto. Stop fooling around. You were supposed to be pretending during the fight, not afterwards. No one’s watching now.’

‘Kyle, where am I?’

‘We’re outside, with the doctors.’

Peto twisted his head to the left. An ambulance was parked a few feet away, with a doctor in a white coat and wearing a stethoscope around his neck leaning against the back of it, smiling at him. Peto’s whole body felt like a dead weight and he wasn’t sure he would be able to move if he tried. He could smell the fresh air and he could see he was lying on some thin grass on sandy ground outside a large tent, but the events leading up to how he got there were still a little hazy. Quite a lot hazy, in fact.

‘Is that the tent where the boxing was?’ he asked.

‘Yes, but come on,’ said Kyle impatiently. ‘Snap out of it. We’re meeting that nice Rodeo Rex fellow for a drink any time now.’

‘Nice fellow? He nearly killed me. The man’s a psycho.’

Up to this moment it had simply not dawned on Kyle that his Hubal brother might possibly be seriously hurt.

‘Huh? Weren’t you faking it, then?’

‘Fuck no! Did I look like I was faking it? The guy nearly knocked my fucking head clean off my fucking shoulders. Shit.’ A thought suddenly struck him. ‘Have I still got all my teeth?’

Kyle was willing to overlook the swearing for a moment while Peto regained his composure.

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Apparently Rex eased off on the punch to make sure he didn’t knock any teeth out. Nice of him, don’t you think?’

‘Oh yeah, buy the man a drink. Fucking hell, my fucking head. Fuck.’

The swearing amnesty was now over. Kyle had tolerated as much of it as he was prepared to. ‘Can you cut out the swearing, please, Peto? I find it rather unnecessary.’

‘Fine. Let Rodeo Rex hit you in the fucking head. See how you feel, fuckhead.’

Peto sat himself bolt upright and glared at the other monk. The sudden movement made him feel a little light-headed, though and he spent the next few seconds blinking for all he was worth. Kyle, although sympathetic to the beating Peto had just taken, was not impressed by his friend’s aggressive demeanour.

‘Hey, calm down,’ he ordered.

‘I am calm. Do I look calm?’

‘No.’

‘Well, let’s just assume that I am calm.

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