The Reckless Oath We Made - Bryn Greenwood Page 0,28
came down to his knees, and on either side of him stood Gentry and Trang. Their swords were wood, too, but other than that, they were done up like something out of a movie. Big shields and all kinds of armor plates on their arms and legs. Trang’s armor was mismatched pieces, but Gentry’s was black and silver, top to bottom. In the grass next to them were their helmets, like a pair of metal buckets.
I’d planned to walk down and hug Marcus, but he was totally focused on Gentry. That didn’t surprise me so much as the fact that Gentry was focused on Marcus. He was leaning down to talk to him, really paying attention to him.
“Now that thou hast seen brother Trang and I fighten,” Gentry was saying, “tell me what thou learnt, Master Marcus. With thine own sword, canst thou touch me?”
Marcus hesitated, but he reached out and tapped his little sword against Gentry’s chest. It thunked against his armor.
“’Tis good,” Gentry said. “A fair touch. Again.”
He had Marcus poke him with the sword four or five times, and then the next time, Gentry shifted his own sword and pushed Marcus’ away.
“Ah, I stopt thee. How?”
“You hit my sword with yours.”
“Yea, Master Marcus. ’Tis called a parry. Again.”
Marcus tried to touch him again, but not quite as sure of himself as he had been, and Gentry pushed his sword away again.
“And if I touch thee?” Gentry reached out and tapped his sword in the middle of Marcus’ chest. It made me flinch, but Marcus giggled. Gentry did it again and got more giggles.
“Thou carest not that I stab thee, Master Marcus? Wilt thou not parry me?”
The next time Gentry tried to tap him, Marcus put his hand up and pushed the sword away.
“Ah, but a true sword is sharp. ’Tis not safe to grasp with thy bare hand. Canst thou parry my sword with thine?” This time, Marcus brought his little sword up and tapped Gentry’s. Not really hard enough to push it away, but Gentry let him.
“Well done, Master Marcus. Again. And now canst use thy shield?”
In another couple minutes, he had Marcus doing something that looked like sword fighting to me. Trang, who’d been watching Gentry, too, looked up and saw me standing on the patio.
“Behold, ’tis Lady Zhorzha,” he said.
“Aunt Zee! Aunt Zee! I’m gonna be a k-night!” Marcus ran across the yard, dragging his sword. He slammed into me so hard that I almost fell backward, but I managed to bend my knees in time. The chain mail was cool against my arms where I hugged him, but under it he was hot and sweaty. Holding on to him made me feel better and worse at the same time. He was safe and he was Marcus and I loved him, but what if he was never going to see LaReigne again? Was I enough?
As fast as he’d run to hug me, he let go and started telling me everything about being a k-night, which included about a hundred words I didn’t know, including greaves and gorget and gauntlet. I smiled and nodded, fighting to keep a calm look on my face. When Gentry reached the patio, he went down on one knee, with his sword held across his chest, the way he’d knelt to me the day we met. Seeing it done in full armor was somehow less bizarre than seeing it done in cargo shorts and a T-shirt. It made sense with the sword and the armor.
“Lady Zhorzha,” he said. “Thy servant.”
“Sir Gentry,” I said, which surprised him enough that he looked up and made eye contact with me. Then he dropped his head and a whole rainfall of sweat droplets fell out of his hair onto the patio and my shoes. It must have been hot as hell under all that gear.
“Master Marcus, ’twas well done for thy first lesson, but let us disarm thee,” he said. “’Tis hot and thou art not accustomed.”
Marcus gave up his armor, sword, and shield, and we went into the house, where I offered to help Charlene do something, anything, but she told me to sit down and color with Elana and Marcus. She and Bernice went back to the kitchen bar, and it sounded like they were planning an event for something at church. I tried to turn my brain off, to just be there coloring, but I felt like my head was full of bees. After a while, I heard that weird grunting