Temple Sword

Chapter 167 Bad news

Not long after, the child's elder brother also appeared in the yard, estimated to be five or six years old, but they did not seem to be born to the same mother: he looked thin and pale, while his younger brother was strong and lively, with healthy skin brown, with cheeks flushed from running.

"Where are you going, Lord Zaran?" the maids outside asked him. "Are you going to the palace with your father?"

Zaran was dressed even more splendidly than the manor's master, in boots, a green wool tunic with buttons, a goose-felt hat, and a small dagger at his waist.

Although he was still young, he was full of airs. He didn't answer the servants, but just glanced at them contemptuously before continuing to walk outside the gate, looking around like the owner of the manor.

Little Kloss took the opportunity to grab a handful of chicken shit and threw it straight at his brother.

"Father! Father!" little Zalan began to yell hysterically, feces sticking to his beautiful green coat. "Mom!" he called again when he realized his father wasn't going to help.Finally he angrily pushed his brother away and ran back to the safety of the house.

The maids looked nervously at the younger brother who was pushed to the ground, thinking he was crying, but Miklos just laughed tremblingly, moved his buttocks thumping, and then fell silent, starting to play with the abandoned horseshoe found on the grass , with an innocent interest in it.

The next moment, something happened that made Sepke think he was dreaming.

"What... look!" He pointed to the child who was less than two years old, "Korta, did you see it?"

The little guy with muddy feet bent the horse's hoof and twisted it like playing with a straw.Elaine and her companions were clearly not surprised and even laughed at the twins' dismay.

"Master Miklos' mother had no milk since he was born, and we had no wet nurse," the blond girl explained, "so the buffalo milk he drank from birth, they said he was strong enough to chew iron."

This must be a joke, Sepke thought, and he ran to the little fellow, squatted down beside him, and politely asked him for his horseshoe.Little Kloss happily gave him the hoof, and with a smile on his face, he thought he had a playmate at last.

Corta held the rusty iron hoof with both hands, thinking that there was some mechanism inside, and began to twist, but the iron hoof of the horse did not move at all in his hand.

He took a deep breath and pushed harder, moaning as he tried to bend it.His face was getting redder and redder from the exertion, but still nothing came of it.

Miklos soon got tired of this, he mercilessly snatched the toy that belonged to Corta from his hand, and continued to play with it.

Corta walked back to his brother in shame, while the girls smirked at him.

"Are you trying to make Miklos look stronger?" Sepke asked with a smile, but Corta just shook his head.

"I did everything I could," he whispered so the girls wouldn't hear. "But the child really grew up drinking buffalo milk..."

Soon, the manor owner who was as strong as a cow and the thin Lubbock finally appeared. They seemed very happy and satisfied, and they should have reached a deal that is beneficial to both of them.

The merchant went to the cart, took out a sack, and began filling it with the things he wanted to sell.

Corta mustered up the courage to take Sepke up to the little buffalo's father, "Hello, my dear!" He said in the most flattering voice, "Please forgive my offense, but I heard that you want to To the king's court..."

"Yes, His Majesty the King has sent someone to send a summons," Lorraine nodded happily, "I will leave for Timisoara tomorrow morning."

"May I ask who is the commander-in-chief of the king's army now?" the boy asked, "Is it still Antar Bator?"

"Ah, no!" The man waved his big hand, "No one has seen him since last year, some people say he may be dead..."

The twin brothers looked at each other in shock when they heard the words, their throats were suddenly strangled by something terrifying, and they had to desperately hold back their tears.

"Is he dead?" moaned Sepke, "but he's the greatest fighter in the world! People say so!" he added quickly.

"Yes, we have all heard of this great warrior," Corta said, "and we wish Your Excellency to know something about him."

"I only know that my master, Lord Miklos Gutkled, is now commanding the king's army, and Lord Bartor has disappeared without a trace.

Now, besides Lord Miklos, there is also Lord Esteban Lakfey, who was knighted by the king last summer, and I tell you, chroniclers and poets will tell the story of this man!

He fought like a fierce dragon, and although God made him short, he was very strong!He will come here at dawn with his people and I will go to Timisoara with him, have you heard of him? "

The twin brothers didn't speak, just shook their heads sadly.They don't know who this Istvan Lakfi is, but they don't care either.

They've had enough grief to fill their souls, and they can only hope that Ire, the last of the Bartors, is alive and at least has better luck than they did.

Lubbock, the bell man, quickly arranged a deal with Lord Lorraine. In addition to the money, he got some food and drink. Then he shook the cane with the bell, and led the boys along the main road to the next village.

"The man wasn't very bright," Lubbock told the twins after they'd walked some distance, "but he was nice, and he pretended to haggle and then fed my purse like everybody else.

I doubt he did it on purpose, but I don't mind, I never refuse mercy..."

He paused for a moment to think, and then continued on. They were still some distance away from the nearest village.

"Come on, boys, go on!" He rang the bell, "If fate so beckons, we'll be back next year, who knows, maybe you can join me in bargaining with them, but only if you take this The car pulls faster!"

The twins' minds were elsewhere, and they were mourning a man who deserved a better fate, a man of noble heart who was not only their master but their father.

Although they had agreed to stay with the merchant, deep down they still hoped to one day become children of Antar Bartor again, but the words of Lorraine Toldi changed something in their souls forever thing.

Even without words, they both knew it was time to start a new life.

(End of this chapter)