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Chapter 3 hurting for answers
When Erik had pushed Angel onto the bed she about flopped and bounced but was able to gain some control of her body while she grasped the other side of the bed and tried to get off the bed before he could climb on top of her, but he was much faster than she expected, and he was able to climb atop her before she could get up.
He pressed his half naked body against hers, his mouth mere inches from her ear.
"Is this what you want? You want me to rape you rather then tell your dear sultan where a stupid fucking sword is?" he growled.
Tears fell down her face and he held her there but not a noise did she make. Erik held his position, and he was careful not to make any more movements against her, she shook like a leaf beneath him, and he laid there on top of her breathing in her scent. It was a very unfamiliar smell to him, sweet like honey and then his eyes wandered to her endotracheal tube. He wondered how she got it but didn't feel like asking about it. His thoughts were more focused on how he was going to get these answers out of her. Erik didn't like to rape women and this one was already tugging at his heart, he didn't want to hurt her. In some way Erik felt he could relate to her. She had been damaged and so was he.
He breathed in deeply, before letting go of her and pulling himself up without another word he grabbed his dress shirt, and left his chambers, leaving her crying and shaking in fear.
Erik walked down the hall from his chambers putting on his shirt as he went. He stopped at the end of the hall when he saw Sinister's form standing against a wall nearby.
"Little spit fire, isn't she?" He asked uncrossing his arms and approaching Erik's side.
"What makes you think so?" Erik asked.
"I had to take her to your room remember." Sinister sneered. He matched Erik's pace and walked calmly beside him. "How was she?"
"I've yet to aquant myself with her. Why is she of importance to you? You've never asked me of any others?" Erik asked.
"Because of who she is." Sinister replied.
This caught Erik's attention and he stopped and turned to the pale man with blue eyes Erik narrowed his eyes showing Sinister not to fuck with him.
"And who is she?" He asked.
Sinister smirked and turned to walk away. "That would be the sultans secret to tell. Ask him."
Erik's head swam he was tired from work, he was upset about the girl, and now his head was swimming with more questions.
Erik wished he knew more about the lands perhaps it would help with his questions. He knew of someone in the village who often spoke of the kingdom before the sultan. Erik was not here during that time, as a matter of fact he had only been here a few years. He quickened his pace and headed towards the stables. The heat hit him instantly and he cursed, he hated the heat but there was nothing he could do except wait for nightfall so he could travel in cooler weather but he didn't want to wait and leave her alone to long either. He saddles his horse quickly and trotted off into the sandy white desert towards the village of Vamir.
The entire ride Erik's thoughts were on her. The way she smelled, the way she trembled before him. Erik wondered if the sultan would take her back while he was out, he tried not to think of it for he knew it was to soon. The sultan usually gave him at least a week to break a women and make her respectful. He began to wonder what was so different about her but he already knew the answer. He usually had already raped whomever the sultan gave him and had her begging for forgiveness. But he found he hadn't touched her today. And Sinister himself had seemed very interested in her, more interested than in any other girl.
Very strange indeed he thought to himself.
Erik finally made it to Vamir and paused he couldn't remember where the man lived that had spoken to him before, so he tried to follow the route he went last time and froze, he had found it. He dismounted his mare and whispered soothing his ear before approaching the tall gray sand house. He knocked and waited, he heard some rustling behind him and turned to look. It was a rabbit in a bush nearby. Sighing he turned towards the door again, it suddenly creaked open.
"Who be it?" A raspy voice asked.
"My name is Erik...you may know me as the..." Erik was by the raspy finishing his sentence
"Ah, yes the sultan's Angel of death. Come in come in. I don't want no trouble." The man opened his door and Erik could see his dirty unshaven face in the dim candlelight for the first time that night. Erik stepped inside as the man stepped aside for him and he looked around. The place was filthy flies swarmed the air making an annoying humming sound. Rats ran in all directions, as Erik's and the old man's feet moved around the room.
"Please have a seat and tell me what ails you my lord, and what can I do for you." The said pulling out a chair for Erik to sit on. The chair was just as filthy as the rest of the house, Erik's exhausted body protested to stand and longer but he could not throw his pride aside to sit down in such deplorable conditions.
"No thank you. You can start by telling me your name." Erik said
The man sat down in the chair himself. "Oh yes my lord, I would be pleased to; it is Edward. Ed for short."
"Ed... Edward a couple years ago I overheard you telling the histories of the lands here in the desert and about a king. What kind of history is here? Was there a girl a princess or a queen?"
" Oh, yes before the sultan there was a king and he fell in love with a normal country gal, they married, and she was queen, and they were great rulers, took care of us people really well, everyone loved them. The queen did become pregnant, and no one really knows what happened we heard both the queen and the baby died in child labor. The king was so heart broken, didn't have the means to live anymore the kingdom fell to ruin and that's when the sultan struck, came in and stole the kingdom while the king was down." He rasped.
"What of the king where is he now? Are you certain the queen and the baby died?"Erik asked listening intently at every detail of the story
"Absolutely, absolutely watched 'em guards carry the bodies out. And the king, well once the sultan and Sinister took over they locked him in a cell in the prison. They treated him fair, fed him and gave him medical treatment. Rumor has it he got pneumonia and died." He said in his raspy voice.
"Would there be any other women of great importance to the lands here?" Erik asked.
"Ah, the mother goddess she is the goddess that protects these lands. She makes sure it rains when it needs, she makes sure we get food, and she answers the people's prayers from time to time" He rasped.
"Like a god, a fiction spiritual being? Is that what you mean or is the goddess and actual person?"
"Just spiritual my lord."
"No other ladies than would be of significance to the sultan, that you are aware of?" Erik asked. His feet where getting tired and he shifted his weight around uncomfortably.
"No...not that I can think of. Why?"
"No reason. How about a sword. Is there a sword the sultan may be interested in?" Erik asked.
"Quite a few my lord, here I have a book on a few of the ancient swords that used to be in these lands... You can take a look at it and see if it's what you or he are looking for. "
The man stood up and began to ransack the house looking for it; Erik closed his eyes and waited while Ed looked for the book, muttering to himself while he did so.
"Ah-ha! There it is..." He said and Erik opened his eyes to see Ed had a very large book with swords drawn on the cover. "This book was made by the king himself before he died, he drew all these swords and wrote all these descriptions about them in this book. Even the royal swords the ones of magic that the royal family held."
Erik grabbed the book and froze at the last mans last statement.
"Are their any more members of the royal family that are alive? Are any of them women?" He asked.
"No my lord the queen and her baby were the last. Unless possibly a servant may have had access to them. But the king said some of those swords were locked away from safe keeping. No one knows where they are at."
"Why would they be locked up?"Erik asked.
"The king describes that some swords bite, and cannot be controlled. They are dangerous if in the wrong hands."
"Do you know where the swords are now?"
Ed shook his head no.
"How did you come about this book Ed?" Erik's eyes shone gold as the candles reflected off them. Erik took a quick glance at the book, gently flipping through the pages.
"The king wrote a few of the same the sultan has one, I have another and there is a third somewhere. He gave it to me to publish but once the sultan came in the king and I had never finished it, there were three swords drawn in the back unfinished no description no names no nothing. So, the book was never published because it was never completed. The sultan years ago came Askin' me. I have no idea. Never seen him again after that." Ed said.
Erik nodded and flipped to the back of the book where there were indeed three pictures of swords with nothing else on their pages.
" Thank you for your time Ed. I will see my way out. I am going to take this book with me." Erik said.
"Sure, sure I don't want any trouble...he-he-heh." he laughed nervously. Walking behind Erik to the door.
"Oh, one more thing..." Erik said closing the book and making eye contact with Ed.
"Anything my lord..."
"What did the king mean by bite... He said some swords bite?"
"Ah, yes ...he said when you grabbed their hilt you could feel the sword sting your hand...and then you could feel it crawl under your skin...burning all the way into your soul...he said the pain was excruciating...he said some of his men died trying to hold some of the swords...he said one in particular sword spoke to him in his head, got in his thoughts, changed how he saw things...anything else I can help with?" Ed was getting more nervous by the minuet and Erik was getting tired.
"How did he say they survived the swords...the ones that did bite?" Erik asked.
"He said he surrendered to it. He was going to let it take him."
Erik turned and opened the door stepped out and closed the door behind him. He walked over to his mare who was prancing around restlessly.
"Let's go home, Maribelle." He whispered and patted her mane. He was so tired he slept on her back on the ride home, allowing Maribelle to guide him at a steady pace. His dreams were filled with wicked looking swords that he would grab before he would catch fire and burn to death, and remembering what Ed had said about surrendering he gave up fighting the fire, which just made the fire more intense. Eric woke screaming and hit the ground he had fallen of Maribelle while riding through the night.
"This is nonsense! How can you surrender to a sword that wants to burn you alive that won't accept your surrender?" He asked his mare who had stopped trotting so her master could catch up. Erik waited a few minutes to calm down before remounting his mare and continued on his way home all the whole trying to figure out how Angel had gotten all mixed up in this mess.