Io Deceneus: Journal of a Time Traveler (The Living Universe) by Florian Armas

Author:Florian Armas [Armas, Florian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-05-30T07:00:00+00:00

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“Good morning master,” Cotiso’s voice woke me as I passed the school’s gate the next day. Master? Munenori is a master, not me. He was not alone, another three Baramunti accompanied him. Why are you waiting here? I hope no more bad news.

“Good morning, cadets,” I forced a smile.

“How is your shoulder?”

“It is fine. Where is Dicomes?” I suddenly remembered. Stupid, I should have already known this. The ‘master’ is asking the cadets. “I had no time to check.” Stupid excuse.

“He is fine. A scar will mark his face from chin to ear, but nothing else. He will be back soon.”

“Thank you. Cotiso, please oversee the training today. You know what to do.” I tried to move on.

“We,” he reluctantly stopped me. Yes, I nodded. “We are ... glad to have such a master.” And they almost ran back inside the training court. I am glad too. Good that you ran... Tears swept over my cheeks. You are a sentimental fool. Pray they did not see you weeping like a young girl.

I spent all day in the school, and the next one, and the next. The King did not summon me to the palace, neither did the Magister; nobody asked about my wound. Okay, it was not a big deal, little more than a scratch. Neither did Altamira, and this hurt more than all the other things together. This is not without purpose. I decided to force an encounter with her and went to the garden. She was there ... with Scharon. She observed me, and did not make any sign of acknowledging me. I let them alone.

We met by chance a few days later. “How is your shoulder?” she finally asked.

“After one week it is almost healed,” I hinted at my anger.

“Scharon’s hand is healing too,” she paid me right back. “And I heard good news about the few minor scratches of Dicomes.” She reluctantly made a step in my direction.

“Minor scratches?” You idiot, Dicomes is your winning ticket and you never played it. Do they really not know? Do you really have to ask this after one week? What else are they missing?

“Minor, yes.” She felt my uneasiness. Who told you this? Garon?

“Dicomes has an ugly scar from chin to ear.” She frowned when I said ugly scar. Ugly ... ugly, yes, press this on her. Girls are impressed by bad words. “I doubt it is a minor disturbance for a young lad dreaming of girls. I don’t know if the girls in Dava love ugly scars on boys’ faces.”

“I ... we had no knowledge about this.”

“You have now. And remember that Dicomes was unarmed when attacked by Scharon ... and he is a Baragan coward.” She frowned. “Scharon’s saying.” I almost smiled seeing the change on her face. Yes my pretty lady, I understand your repulsion, he is a monster. Tell this to your parents. Who knows...

The Queen had a melancholic look. Who cares? It’s autumn. It was late in the night when her message reached me. Thank God she is too old to make people think about inappropriate behavior.

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