“I got stuck here
on a bet.” The man, Atticus raises his eye brows but says nothing.
“It was a silly
bet with the princess and another knight. That if I could get out
here in full armor she would let me take her out.” I blush, digging
at the sand more as I remember how they played me.
“Well then, you
best get out here and collect that reward.” I blink at him, his
deep voice seeming to resonate through the emptiness around us. He
kneels down, starting to dig me out as he speaks again.
“Well, who you be
kid? Tell Uncle Atticus.” I think for a second. I've already
mentioned I'm a knight who knows the princess. I figure it can't hurt
to tell him my name.
“Erith,
would-be-knight if I survive this.” He chuckles again, digging my
arms free and letting me pull myself up. It's hard to do, my armor
weighing me down in the cool air. Taking a deep breath is slightly
painful but nothing worse than training.
“Well
would-be-knight, you be free now. You should collect your reward.
Perhaps let me come along to witness your return of the bet?” He
holds out water, which I take and swallow slowly. The cool water is
almost too much for my dry throat.
“Sure, I don't see
why not. You just saved me after all.”
“Good. Good! I
have camels, I was on my way to the capitol to sell Uncle Atticus
famous goods!” That's where I know this guy, his deep voice and
dark eyes are hard to place. He's a peddler, one of the larger ones
from the capitol.
Without speaking
another word, or trying to take his waterskin back, he leads me to a
spare camel and we begin the ride back to the capitol. The bet's won
and I'm on my way to get my winnings and let them know I know they
played me. Nothing more's spoken between us until we reach the
spanning city with its high walls and tall buildings.
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