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“I can give you that.” Lucian admitted as he rubbed his injuries, “I do not know for how long it will take for me to recover, but when I am able I will take vigil. All I ask is that every night I have a different home to sleep in.”
The man looked rather confused at Lucian’s words, “Are you sure about that my Lord? That does not seem to be a great trade for what you are to give us.”
Lucian gave a nod to those words, “I will still do it, for it is what I vowed to do. This situation was one where I had struck against my Vows, it will be one where I follow them to get out of it.”
The old man looked quizzically at the words that Lucian gave, but did not speak of them, “We accept this proposal of yours, Lucian. May we pray that your help is not needed.”
“Indeed, may Morr have his mercy.” Lucian announced as he watched the door of his little hovel to reveal a man carrying a long staffed blade. The staff did not look like one that was fashioned from crafted wood but a strong stick found from the woods. The blade, a rusting red with bladed steel, was something that Lucian had not seen since his times as a Peasant.
A worker’s weapon. Something that while used was not cared for.
Taking the weapon when it was presented Lucian began looking over it. He noticed how the blade head was slightly loose along with the uncared for metal. It would take some time and a little work, but Lucian had times being a Peasant where he cared for tools like this. He would simply need to work at it.
A few days went by after that. True to his word the Villagers started to get their things up and began moving them into wagons. Valuables such as grain which could last entire seasons were stacked high, for it was understood that the Lord of the land would not take people who could not be supported. Beasts and the like were quickly rounded up, the villagers discussing which of their beasts would be made as an offering to the gods and which would be paid as a tax to the Lord.
Lucian was not a part of these things and instead was steadily working at the blade. While not all of his pain had gone the Knight was feeling the passage of time allowing him to recover. A slow but eventual one which will see him come into good health.
Three nights now, each one the Knight would be given a new hovel to live in. There the families would give him a night’s meal consisting of meat and bread, items that they were using fast in fear that they would never get such luxuries.
Lucian would find however he did not sleep at night. Not when Morrslieb hung in the sky in a smiling crescent.
