Chapter Three... You Are Quite A Man
Note: Never fear Godfrey will appear!
Ever since Fay's death Blue and I did not talk as much. That's why that day that we sat under the tree I was suprised when Blue spoke first.
"Balian you are quite a man now.'' Blue said
''I am but 15 sir.'' I said
''Yes and quite a man.'' Blue said again
''Balian?''
''Yes.'' I answered
''Can I let go now?'' Blue asked
''I love you, you are my son.''
''I know.'' I said softley.
The next morning I awoke alone. The familiar sound of Blue's hammer no where. Blue lie so still, that it looked as if he where sleeping. I guess all he wanted was for me to know I had be loved. I knew. I always knew.
I ran the shop by myself that year. I still had not been wed at sixteen! I'm lucky that I'm not a girl or I would be consider an old maid. As I thought about this, as noblemen rode up. ''Balian?''...''of Ibelin'' the man in the front asked. ''Yes?'' I answered. The man in the front seemed to be about forty, his hair snow white, his eyes as blue as Blues had been. Looking at them pained me in a way. I spent the year trying to forget that I'm on my own I have no one. My thoughts were again interrupted. ''We heard your a mighty good blacksmith.'' The white haired man said. A knight in the back with a filthy face and matted hair now spoke up. "The son of a whore, a good blacksmith, God doth work in mysterious ways.'' The filthy-faced ''nobleman'' said. '' Who might you be referring to as my mother, the one who wasn't to filthy for the king to have?'' I asked haughtly. The white haired man with the blue eyes, now dismounted his trusty steed. He planted the outside of his hand across my cheek. I had never been hit before and it shocked me so that I fell to the ground. "Watch your tounge, boy!'' the white-haired nobleman said. '' What might I call the noblemen?'' I asked as I buried my hand in the dirt as blood trickeled from my lip. ''Lord Godfrey'' he said simpley. ''Very well'' I said bowing my head lower. Godfrey stuck out his hand and pulled me to my feet. '' I will ill inform you no longer, your father as sent us. Godfrey said. ''My father?'' I asked. '' ''My father has been dead a year, today'' I said. '' No YOUR father has been dead two days... Arthur'' Godfrey said. ''He is not my father!!'', I yelled. It was Godfrey's turn now. '' Well I'm your father's most trusted subject, his will be done!'' ''What have I to do with his will?'' I asked. ''Here'' Godfrey said handing me a piece of crumpled paper, then snatching it back said ''My mistake you probably can't read.'' Godfrey said. ''No I can, Blue taught me'' I said snatching the paper from Godfrey's hand.
I know that this is probably cheesy but... Godfrey may seem like a totally jerk right now but he really isn't. I read about him, and I could not convey him as some self serving Lord.