Another bit of fiction – another continuation of previous entries that I have decided to collate in one place – here.
Here Sue’s photo for this week.
By Scott Bailey © 2018
“This was where you found it?” Ilaria said brushing her fingers along the smooth stone bones. “It doesn’t look that old.”
“My father found it,” he corrected it, “and it’s not. At least this isn’t.”
He nodded at the stone skeleton that adorned the tomb.
“This is a reconstruction of the original that had been badly damaged.”
Ilaria shuddered at the thought and again he surprised her by noticing. She wondered if he were really blind.
“Those Victorian’s did not share our modern obsession with preservation,” he smiled.
“Who was he?” she asked
“One of the past wielders. A French lord. There are many myths surrounding him, most of which involve sword fights. Most sound ridiculous to most people. You will find them – easier to accept in time.”
She frowned, wondering what that meant. He went on.
“The sword was found in his tomb. His enemies buried him with it.”
“It survived the fight then?”
“He did not die fighting. He died of old age.”
She stared at the detailed – almost lifelike stone carving. Lifelike! Ha!
But it was exquisite – if it was accurate the man must have been an imposing figure. Certainly tall.
“He was undefeated then,” she observed.
“Death claimed him eventually, even Northblood cannot stay that blade. He lived a long life, spinning his own stories. It is from him we got many of the tales of other wielder’s. They do not seem to have lived such charmed lives as he. But in the end, he died alone, an old blind man.”