Welcome to Dargot by V. Moody

Author:V. Moody
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: unknown
Published: 2016-06-22T23:00:00+00:00

17. Kizwat’s Silver Hammer

“I’m not going to kill anyone, Kizwat,” I said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Let’s go.”

I shoved him towards the door.

“Wait,” said a the largest of the large men. He wore a leather vest with nothing underneath it and he had a mullet. That should tell you all you need to know. “What relation are you to this man?”

He positioned himself between us and the exit. He wasn’t the type you could easily knock aside. Did I mention his size? Big. Very big.

“What’s it got to do with you?” I decided to go on the offensive. “Are you a gossiping old lady? Stick your nose in other people’s business so you can tell the girls about it later?” I looked past him at the men standing behind. “I bet he’s a terrible nag as well. Do this, do that. You’re not doing it right. Why haven’t you finished yet? You know what I’m talking about, right?” I pointed at the short fat one at the back. “That’s why you’re nodding.”

Mullet-man spun around, his glorious mane swishing through the air. “Why are you nodding, Dundus?”

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t. I was thinking about something else.”

I dragged Kizwat outside while the Patrick Swayze fan club bickered among themselves.

“We have to do something,” wailed Kizwat. “We should go back in there, and teach them—”

“We aren’t doing anything. And in future don’t volunteer me to fight your battles for you.”

Kizwat quieted down and looked at the ground. “I’m sorry, but—”

“No. No buts. I don’t know how you managed to fuck up, but there’s no way you’re going to teach them anything. Just go back to Probet.”

“And do what? Look.” He awkwardly placed his crippled hand in front of me. “What can I do with this? I can’t even hold a hammer, never mind use one. They did this to me.”

It looked really bad. But I could probably fix it. “I can heal you. I don’t know if it will be as good as before, but you’ll probably be able to do most things.”

“Heal me? How?”

I didn’t want to tell him I would use magic; there were too many people who knew about that as it was. “Where I come from, we have techniques to help people in this sort of condition. Physical therapy. Look, come with me.”

We went across the street to the pub where the others were waiting for us. It was a small, dingy place with only half-a-dozen customers. My lot were squeezed into a booth at the back, nursing drinks and whispering to each other. They looked up guiltily as I approached. Were they talking about me?

“You better not be getting drunk again.”

“It isn’t alcohol,” said Claire defensively. She swirled the liquid in her cup. “It’s juice, and it tastes awful.”

The others all pulled faces and nodded. I didn’t bother introducing Kizwat, I just sat him down on one end while I sat down on the other, pushing everyone into a tighter clump between us.

“Go on then, tell us what happened.

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