panem nostrum supersubstantialem da nobis hodie
Give us today our daily bread
After this awful night he was having a more terrible morning. His landlord kicked him out because he destroyed some furniture pieces.
Now he was sitting in the saloon and was eating. He was nervous and overcautious.
But nobody was watching him, except for the landlord who once had to displace the tables he destroyed during a riot.
He took a bottle of cheap booze with him and strolled through the city without a goal.
He wanted to stay at least two more days until he finished all his errands.
So he looked for a accommodation where he could leave his things.
A black shoemaker offered him one. He paid a 50 cent rent and left, heading to the market.
He needed wrought leather laces that wouldn't break so fast in this wet air.
Furthermore he wanted to sell some nicely drawn ermine coats for more money than the coats yesterday to tanners and tailors. Women loved these rarities.
His unpleasant mood disappeared, there were 10 Dollars in his pocket. He was content, that was a appropriate payoff for his work.
He could pay almost everything that he needed to pull up the stakes as well.
He looked into the sky, it was appearing in a different kind of blue today. A blue that seemed to get darker the longer one looked at it.
Dark, like the sight of dull passion in... Oh damnit, that's only imagination. But as he lowered his gaze, he was still staring into that deep blue that was about to swallow him and never let him go again.
No... He felt the panic rushing. But he couldn't take his eyes away from these blues, no matter how hard he tried.
Nothing happend till a carriage met his look and he ran away. Oh God, it's only imagination...
He was running back to his room and packed his things up. He would buy the missing things on farms.
Now he had to go! A last gaze into his pannier, counting the packs, his swords being stored in a seperate bag. Done! Away!
He took his things and left the town as quickly as possible. Now everything made sense.
The candle beneath the picture, the feeling of being watched, his dreams, everything. But how did he find him?
Was his trail so easy to follow? He tried to leave no evidence behind. He even found a new name!
Really? A new name, funny! At least he was calling you that way. And you idiot of a swordfighter wanted to forget that? Has done everything to hide and then making acquaintances with this name? How stupid can one guy be? You wanted to be found!
He had reached a busy street and disappeared between the salesmen and citizens. Nobody could discover him in this teeming crowd.
However, this complicated the observation of the surroundings. And everytime he saw a blonde head, he hid again.
I have to get outta here, quickly!