A Job

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“I supposed you’re not interested in meeting with the soldiers?” said the boxer. The swordsman replied with a quick twist of his head, facing the brawler who now stood with his chin smugly in the air, his arms crossed over his chest. The look was encouragement enough. “Why don’t I show you around the place?” he added. “I’d like you to meet some people.” The youth gave a half interested shrug. Encouraged, the boxer said, “I’m Davy, by the way,” and walked to the alley’s mouth.

However, the swordsman showed little interest in leaving. Looking back over his shoulder, David saw the youth standing where he was, a nearly bored, disinterested, expression on his face. He stared out onto the main street as a man might glance upon some complex page of an open log he’d in some passing fancy decided to look over. Spying down the street, David could see a small company of armed soldiers approaching, a soaking drummer boy shivering at their side, trying to keep a faithful beat.

“’bout a dozen of them,” David said. “We might outrun them now, if we’re lucky.”

“You outrun them,” The swordsman replied, breaking from his taciturn musing.

David looked back again.

CHECK OUT THE OTHER PARTS:

By The Sword
Part   1: How it Began
Part   2: Questions
Part   3: The Blackness of the Sea
Part   4: Locks
Part   5: Out of Time
Part   6: Ariesland
Part   7: Shadow of the Sisyphus
Part   8: Swords
Part   9: The Eagle and the Lamb
Part 10: Confession
Part 11: Compiler’s Note
Part 12: Sermon on a Mount
Part 13: The Pier
Part 14: Mist