Darkness crept over
Eskel’s body. Slowly, it made its way up his shins, his knees, licked
at his thighs and his belly. Caressing his hands and arms, it swept
over his shoulders, before it touched his lips and swallowed him
He was standing at the
edge of a market place in Redania.
It was packed with people; the crowds were too large for him to get
anywhere near the middle, where the hangman’s podium had been
erected – he couldn’t see it, but knew that it was there. The air
stank of sweat. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he
tried to get to the front, but people didn’t move and would not let
him pass. He felt sweat building up on his brow; he had to get to the
front, but he didn’t know why. It seemed incredibly important, but
there was no way. He reached for his swords, but they were not in
their sheaths, and he felt weak and vulnerable.
“I hereby condemn”,
the name of whoever was being sentenced to death was swallowed by the
cheers, but Radovid’s voice was loud and clear afterwards, “to
death by beheading for disturbing
the public peace and for supporting the Scoia-t'ael!”
A roar went through the
crowd. Angry shouts and screams erupted and grew so loud that he put
his hands on his ears. He heard the swish of the hangman’s axe and
felt panic sweep over him; pushing people aside, he forced his way to
the front, but it was as if he was swimming against the current of a
Again, Radovid’s voice cut through the deafening noise, which died
down immediately. “How nice to see you. Come! You have served me
well, and you will get your reward as promised.” The king was
nowhere to be seen, but the crowds obeyed at once.
The people turned, and
cleared a space for him immediately, moving into two straight lines
that left an aisle in the middle for him to walk. He drew himself up
to full height and started to make his way through it, all the while
glancing left and right. The faces around him were empty,
meaningless. Eerie silence reigned, and he felt that it unnerved him
even more than the noise.
“Yes! Come!”, the
king’s voice guided him to the podium, and now the monarch himself
came into sight. He was standing next to the hangman, a bulky hooded
He didn’t know how he
knew it, but as if the hangman had heard his thoughts, the man pulled
back his hood and flashed a grin at Eskel. The yellow eyes gleamed.
Eskel stopped dead in
the middle of the aisle.
“Bow”, he heard
Radovid say, and his body reacted automatically, bending at the hips,
forcing him down.
“We are pleased, my
loyal Wolf”, the king smiled and reached for something behind him.
'I’d never serve a
Eskel could not see
what he was holding in his gloved hand, “without you, this could
never have happened … and as I promised, I always reward faithful
service. Here is your reward”. And he rolled whatever it was into
Eskel’s direction as if throwing a dog a bone.
His reward seemed to be
a ball, nothing more than a toy, but Eskel felt the panic rise in him
again, but he stood there, unable to move,
frozen in his
spot, as the ball was rolling and rolling and rolling towards him,
closer and closer.
And then he realised
what the ball was, and he cried out and he could move again, and then
there was sorrow, and utter despair, and he fell to his knees and
reached for the thing, and he heard Radovid’s laughter mix with
Letho’s as he cupped Juka’s head in his hands and lifted it up and
stared into her face.
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mmghhh ive been rlly struggling the past few days w/ everything n all my family’s mostly been doing is complaining 2 me abt me not opening up more abt whats wrong only 2 then be all belittling abt it jesussssss