The Devil's Cave: A Humorous Fantasy Novel (The Legends of Damon Arkon: The World's Greatest Swordfighter) by Cook Everson

Author:Cook, Everson [Cook, Everson]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-11-21T16:00:00+00:00

24

Belosic was sitting outside. His back was pressed against the wall and he twiddled a stick to keep his mind occupied. The ground was wet where he sat down. He wasn't sure from what. And since he was already wet, he didn't get up and move from his original spot. He didn't look up when the door swung open either.

Damon sat down beside him. He offered Belosic one of the two pints he carried out.

Belosic took it from him. Then chucked it across the yard. The mug hit a tree and shattered.

Damon's eyes flashed in disbelief. He gathered himself and took a casual sip of his drink. He held his voice steady and said, "That was some of the best home-brew in the Five Kingdoms. They let it age for four seasons. What Harry lacks for in healing skills, he makes up for with his skills as a brewer. And you... you just threw it away." Damon shook his head. He took another sip, then added, "If you didn't want it, I would've gladly drank it."

"I'm guessing you've already had your fair share."

"I've had my share. I wouldn't say it was necessarily fair."

They sat there in silence. They both stared off into the woods. Night was falling and the shadows were getting long and thick. Belosic continued to twiddle his stick. Damon drank. He kept the obvious sex joke to himself. The one about Belosic twiddling his stick and the shape of the shadows.

"She'll be ok, you know," Damon said. Because he had to say something and he had already resigned himself to not telling the joke.

Meanwhile, Belosic said nothing. He watched a squirrel as it jumped from one tree to the next. Assured in its movements. Free to go wherever he chose. It reminded Belosic of a time when he was too young to wield a sword. Not the tree part, of course, but the feel of freedom. The only thing that could set him free now, though, would be death. And Belosic didn't expect that to come for him anytime soon. Unless it was by boredom. That he could possibly see.

"I mean it. I know I said Harry was a terrible healer, and I stand by that. I've seen him turn a tiny nick into a bloodbath." Damon chuckled as he remembered the events that lead up to that. It involved a lot of drinking. For everyone. But especially for the bleeder. "There was so much blood. You wouldn't believe it. And really, all the guy needed was some spit and an aloe leaf. The guy could've lived if he had any other healer available to him than Har--"

Belosic cleared his throat.

Damon looked in his direction.

"You were saying," Belosic said.

"About the blood?"

"No, about Kaateria. About how she was going to be ok."

"Oh, right. Yeah, well, are you sure you don't want to hear this other thing first?"

"I think I got the gist of it."

"Ok, but it was really crazy."

Belosic glared at him.

"Ok, ok. So, you know that stuff

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