I
was about to turn away from the window when I heard a metallic
clanging noise the traveled clearly on the night air.
I forsook the warm food and rest my body was
coveting and left the hall and went back out into the night and
down towards the lower castle buildings. As I drew closer to the
blacksmith shop evidence of sound in the night grew more
apparent.
I slipped inside noiselessly, but Gavin
picked his head up right away and spotted me. Dropping his hammer
and whatever he had been working on he came straight for me and
enfolded me in a bear hug. It has been an evening of hugging it
seemed, but all of them had been welcome ones.
Gavin’s sweat soaked shirt and the smells of
cast metal were like a home all of their own to me. It was nice to
be with my partner in my mother’s womb again. Gavin always had a
reassuring effect on me, except for maybe tonight.
Drawing back from me I noticed that Gavin
looked like he’d been having a rough time of it lately as well.
Gavin drew back a little and rested against the table looking at me
expectantly. I took in his weary looking eyes and I couldn’t
resist.
“So I hear you’ve been dreaming about girls
a lot lately.”
Gavin’s face flushed red and he picked up a
hammer beside him and made one menacing step forward for me.
I held my hands up and shouted, “Correction
I was wrong! My statement was inexact, you’ve been dreaming about a
girl.”
I ducked and kept moving as he threw the
hammer. It clanged off the wall behind me, but not before I had a
table between me and Gavin.
“Well what’s it going to be? Are you going
or not?” Gavin fumed out loudly as his big hands gripped the
table’s edge.
“Yes.” I said and let his big relieved sigh
pass for a moment before I added with a dead serious face, “But
you’re not going to like the job relations I’m afraid.” I said
shaking my head softly.
Sudden concern creased his face into worry
lines “Why? What do you mean?”
“Well for the duration of this quest it
would be best if you thought of yourself as my slave and I your
loving and benevolent master.”
I ducked Gavin’s wide swing, but what I
hadn’t been expecting was his sudden snatch of my shirt front with
his other hand. His swing had been a setup!
He pulled me up and over the table.
As I was drug over the top of the table I
held my hands above my face and said, “Don’t hit me! It’s all
fathers’ fault!”
There was a pause, “How is it father’s
fault?”
“He told me to work at my sense of humor.” I
said peaking through my fingers up at Gavin.
“I wasn’t aware that you had a sense of
humor!”
“See! That’s why I need to work on it.”
Gavin gave a spurt of laughter and said,
“You’re going to need a lot of help!”
“I made you laugh didn’t I?”
Gavin just shook his head and helped me up.
“So when do we leave Gavin?”
“That’s for you to say, but I would like it
if we could leave soon.”
I patted him on the back realizing the heavy
toll these constant repeated visions each night were having on him,
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow after we both get some rest.”
He nodded and I turned to go with the
thought of food and a soft bed calling out my name.
“Zevin before you go I have something I want
to give you. I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but
you weren’t here so happy belated birthday brother.”
He directed me to a long thin wooden box
sitting out on a table. I walked towards it with eagerness. I knew
it was a sword. I had begged Gavin for years for a special
custom-made sword by him. My hands trembled slightly as I took the
lid off the box.
I forgot about everything else in that
moment my sole focus on the incredibility of what lay before
me.
Thickly I muttered, “Gavin..... Gavin....
How?”
Gavin came up beside me and put a big hand
on my back and said, “You said you wanted something special didn’t
you?”
Before me lay a dream come true. I had
fought with
John Steinbeck, Richard Astro