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Gonath - Installment 21

3/23/2015

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Gonath could barely see the light coming from the windows of his home.  For a moment he removed the pain from his mind and thought only of who would be in his home.  He thought it best to rush the front door to and surprise whomever would be inside.  He slowly advanced the broad wooden barricade that separated him from the unknown trespasser.  Gonath braced himself and prepared to crash the door.  The door swung open just as he lunged forward to break through the alter.  His momentum carried him through the entrance way, over several chairs, past a dark figure standing to one side and into the back wall of his dwelling.  The impact against the wall knocked the wind from Gonath’s lungs and sent him to the floor with barely enough strength to hear the cackling coming from the part of the room that he blazed by.  He rolled over onto his back and groaned when he saw the source of the wicked laugh.

            “I knew you were a senseless boy when I saw you, this just confirms it.”, snickered the old woman. “You even smell as dim-witted as you are, what foul creatures have you soiled yourself with?”

            “Woman, I have had enough of your games, your riddles and that incessant laugh.  I demand to know why you are in my home, why you torment me so with your hideous sense of humor and why you do not crawl back beneath the dung heap you came.  I am finding no pleasure of becoming the brunt of your jokes.  Leave my home, I have many things needing my attention.  All of which is none of your concern.”

            “I am not Woman, I am Myria and you possess my coin, that is my concern.”, came the old woman’s response.

            “Your coin has brought me nothing but grief this day.  I should have been practicing for the tournament today and instead I end up walking home, setting my skin afire and then destroying what little I have of a home.”  Gonath reached into his pocket and held the gold piece before the wintry person.  “Take this cursed thing and leave!”

            The smile lifted from the woman’s face and serious gaze took it’s place.  “Sit silent Gonath, we have much to discuss, the coin included.  We must first remove the manure and its stench from your face and hands, I can not continue a conversation with you in that way.  It seems I am not the only one that has crawled from beneath a dung heap.”


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