A SOLDIER AND AN ALCHEMIC MIGHT BE THE SAME

Freak, will I finish what I have to tell this moron at least once?!? Again one of this dolls, who pretended to be Fleur-de-Lys' friend, came towards us, and grabbing Phoebus' hand led him to the other corner of the backyard. This time, I followed the two, so I was close enough to hear what they're talking about. Of course, it was as banal as it only could be. The girl was trying to flirt with Phoebus, but he was almost indifferent. I knew him long enough to know this expression that his face was showing. He was thinking about something very serious.

'Ha, at last!' I thought. "Uhm… Captain, I hate to cut your conversation off, but I'm afraid we have to go now. We're needed in town." I made this frown that was telling "come on you lady's man, ya gotta go to your woman", but I forgot how blind my boss can be. He didn't care that much, bout my expression nor my words. I must say I hate this bout him. I'm glad I'm just his friend. I'd really make him hurt otherwise. I lost my patience for the third time today, and just pulled the captain out the farm, and led him into the direction of my little hut, but we were stopped by the family's servant. I rolled my eyes. Freak, not now!

"Please, help us. We need a doctor. Little Marie is very sick, she has a high fever!"

What we had in common with it? He was only a captain of the king's archers and I was one of his soldiers. Okay, I knew this and that bout medicine and alchemy, but only Phoebus knew bout it.

"Anyone who knows at least some alchemy is more than welcomed to give us a call." Yes, a call. You didn't misread it. It's just a time for explanation before we'll be back to the story. This is a history based on author's weird dream. In which the Middle Ages are bit more modern, which makes them absurd. And that's what the author wanted to show, the craziness of imagination in dreams. So, if you see any disagreement between the Middle Ages and the events in this story, it is because it has to be like this, because it is author's idea. So, going back to the plot.

"Come one, captain." I said. "We have our duties. But, I'll send for someone, who will came to see what's wrong with the girl."

The captain was still trying to look back, but I pulled him so strong, that he almost lost his balance, so he gave up to me and let me take him to the house I owned. After maybe twenty minutes we were on place. The two of us entered the old wooden building to find Esmeralda sitting on the chest in the very same position as she did when I left her here. I locked the door, and took a key to my pocket.

"Okay, you two. Now, you have two options, or you're staying here, or ya can… elope, or whatever. Just do something, so you'll be together. I have enough of my stupid games to make you being a couple. So, think of it, and now please, let me make the medication they need so badly."

No idea where I had this from, but I took two pills of Paracetamol, some herbs like mint, chamomile and made a powder of them, then at the end I put some honey into it, and made a some kind of bulk. When it was ready, I just looked at the two, who was still there.

"Don't you think you should find a place for you? Well, okay you can keep this hovel, but from time to time I need to work here, you know? Plus, Phoebus, isn't it bit too close to Fleur's farm? Shouldn't ya find something even out of…"

"You were so into preparing the medication that you haven't heard. We're leaving to Andalusia tomorrow morning. Because I trust only you, please be so kind, and take my function, okay? I'll prepare everything for you within an hour."

"Thanks. So, now I am to give orders to your men, cool. But, I'll agree under one condition."

"Maybe I'll agree…"

"You will write few words from time to time. Just to let me know if you're still alive. Cause I guess you might lose the control…" He hated my implied meanings. He always knew what I really mean.

"You've got it."

"Okay. So I'm waiting for the documents. But now, I'm going to see this child. Ya can stay here, I guess you have lots of topics to talk about…" Again an allusion. Yeah, I'm pretty mean, especially to Phoebus de Châteaupers.

So, we're close to the end. I have no idea what the captain and the Gypsy did after I went off, but as I was back at night they were gone, and the documents for me were on the table, together with a short note:

Thank you for making your captain make the only one good choice.

Phoebus de Châteaupers.

I guess this will make you wondering, my fair reader. The girl soon felt better after getting the medication. And once again, here comes and absurd. Of course in middle Ages no one could know about this substance, even an alchemic, but I remind you once more, it's based on author's wired dream. And what bout the captain and La Esmeralda? Well, in opposition to the book, they finally got married (here's a small similarity to the Disney's adaptation), and had pretty good life in a small house in the hills of Andalusia.