"Don't you think you must become more experienced before you change the effect of command from Sir Lann Grey to yourself? You should have waited, instead of making a hasty decision." advised Theodon.
Rincy glanced at Theodon from the corner of her eye.
Theodon immediately fell silent. But they continued walking down the hallway.
He handed her the file that held the qualifications of her new sword-master.
"I think you should know more about him, before your training begins." he said.
Rincy flipped the papers in the file.
Name: Edmund Calvin
Age: 44 years
Gender: Male
Skills: Sword fight, archery
Then, she stumbled across his picture, but before she could even get a glimpse of it, Theodon snatched the file from her. Rincy looked up in shock. "We have reached..." said Theodon, calm as ever.
Rincy fumed, and pushed the door open.
The training center was huge with several sections.
To the right was the camouflage section. The archery section was in the far end.
In the center of the huge hall, stood Edmund Calvin. Her new sword-master.
He was tall and fair, wore a thin stache over his brown lips. His eyes were light brown, and hair was dark. His smile was soothing. Familiar, yet unfamiliar.
Rincy walked up to him and bowed before him.
"Nay, you're the Queen" he said and bowed before her.
"But now, you are my teacher, and your position is much higher than any out here." she said confidently.
Edmund seemed impressed.
"Edmund Calvin, it's your responsibility, to teach the Queen sword-fight and other skills, that she may need for self defense"ordered Theodon.
Rincy turned to Theodon, facing her back to Edmund. " Sir, your position is much higher than any out here, which includes the Queen's hand, and the Queen herself" she said turning her head sideways, to see Edmund.
Edmund grinned, and his lips twitched, as Theodon eyed Rincy furiously.
"Well, then I shall leave. I'll be back by 1:00. Till then, you're in Edmund's hands." saying so, he left the training center.
Rincy turned back to Edmund," Apologies Sir Calvin, for Theodon's behaviour. He does respect you, as much as I do, and even more, as you are the Queen's teacher. Please guide me, and help me become strong and physically independent, so that I can prove better than what I must be." she said and bowed again.
"It will be a pleasure to teach you young girl, and I shall render all that's within my scope." he said and smiled.
"Let me have a look at your sword." he said
Rincy unbelted the sword from her waist and handed it over to her teacher.
Edmund held the sword, and unsheathed it. The blade shined, as he swung it in the air swiftly. Rincy was in awe. Edmund was not only a good swordsman, but also very smart.
He handed it over to Rincy and said," She will protect you, as long as she remains your slave. And it is my duty to teach you how to lead this slave."
"Have you any experience in sword fight?" asked Edmund, removing his sword from his belt.
"Yes Sir, in the royal training, while I was a kid, I was taught to swing the sword, but it has been quite a while since I have done that." she confessed.
With lightning speed,Edmund drew his sword from the sheath and leapt back holding his sword upright at Rincy. "Attack young girl" he ordered.
Rincy was taken by surprise.
"Attack, even before I have learnt anything? Maybe, he's trying to test my skills" she thought, and held her sword tightly.
Within a flash second, Rincy attacked Edmund, with all her force, and he held his sword against hers, in defense.
"Edmund might be old, but he is still very strong." she thought, as she tried to attack him again. Within the bat of an eye, Edmund hurled Rincy's sword off her hands, and onto the floor at a distance. Then he held his, against her throat.
Rincy gasped for breath, as she was left defenseless, and a sword against a throat.
"This wasn't as difficult as I thought, my Queen. But now, you have to die." he said in a coarse voice.
Rincy's eyes widened with shock.
"He's here to kill me! He isn't my teacher, that's why Theodon didn't let me see the photograph!" she thought as the truth dawned upon her.
Rincy Matilda, the Queen of Isles, Ruler to the nation of Westerhall, had a sword against her throat, and nothing in hand to defend herself.
© Srinidhi Iyengar
Rincy glanced at Theodon from the corner of her eye.
Theodon immediately fell silent. But they continued walking down the hallway.
He handed her the file that held the qualifications of her new sword-master.
"I think you should know more about him, before your training begins." he said.
Rincy flipped the papers in the file.
Name: Edmund Calvin
Age: 44 years
Gender: Male
Skills: Sword fight, archery
Then, she stumbled across his picture, but before she could even get a glimpse of it, Theodon snatched the file from her. Rincy looked up in shock. "We have reached..." said Theodon, calm as ever.
Rincy fumed, and pushed the door open.
The training center was huge with several sections.
To the right was the camouflage section. The archery section was in the far end.
In the center of the huge hall, stood Edmund Calvin. Her new sword-master.
He was tall and fair, wore a thin stache over his brown lips. His eyes were light brown, and hair was dark. His smile was soothing. Familiar, yet unfamiliar.
Rincy walked up to him and bowed before him.
"Nay, you're the Queen" he said and bowed before her.
"But now, you are my teacher, and your position is much higher than any out here." she said confidently.
Edmund seemed impressed.
"Edmund Calvin, it's your responsibility, to teach the Queen sword-fight and other skills, that she may need for self defense"ordered Theodon.
Rincy turned to Theodon, facing her back to Edmund. " Sir, your position is much higher than any out here, which includes the Queen's hand, and the Queen herself" she said turning her head sideways, to see Edmund.
Edmund grinned, and his lips twitched, as Theodon eyed Rincy furiously.
"Well, then I shall leave. I'll be back by 1:00. Till then, you're in Edmund's hands." saying so, he left the training center.
Rincy turned back to Edmund," Apologies Sir Calvin, for Theodon's behaviour. He does respect you, as much as I do, and even more, as you are the Queen's teacher. Please guide me, and help me become strong and physically independent, so that I can prove better than what I must be." she said and bowed again.
"It will be a pleasure to teach you young girl, and I shall render all that's within my scope." he said and smiled.
"Let me have a look at your sword." he said
Rincy unbelted the sword from her waist and handed it over to her teacher.
Edmund held the sword, and unsheathed it. The blade shined, as he swung it in the air swiftly. Rincy was in awe. Edmund was not only a good swordsman, but also very smart.
He handed it over to Rincy and said," She will protect you, as long as she remains your slave. And it is my duty to teach you how to lead this slave."
"Have you any experience in sword fight?" asked Edmund, removing his sword from his belt.
"Yes Sir, in the royal training, while I was a kid, I was taught to swing the sword, but it has been quite a while since I have done that." she confessed.
With lightning speed,Edmund drew his sword from the sheath and leapt back holding his sword upright at Rincy. "Attack young girl" he ordered.
Rincy was taken by surprise.
"Attack, even before I have learnt anything? Maybe, he's trying to test my skills" she thought, and held her sword tightly.
Within a flash second, Rincy attacked Edmund, with all her force, and he held his sword against hers, in defense.
"Edmund might be old, but he is still very strong." she thought, as she tried to attack him again. Within the bat of an eye, Edmund hurled Rincy's sword off her hands, and onto the floor at a distance. Then he held his, against her throat.
Rincy gasped for breath, as she was left defenseless, and a sword against a throat.
"This wasn't as difficult as I thought, my Queen. But now, you have to die." he said in a coarse voice.
Rincy's eyes widened with shock.
"He's here to kill me! He isn't my teacher, that's why Theodon didn't let me see the photograph!" she thought as the truth dawned upon her.
Rincy Matilda, the Queen of Isles, Ruler to the nation of Westerhall, had a sword against her throat, and nothing in hand to defend herself.
© Srinidhi Iyengar
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