Temple Sword

Chapter 18 The Blue Buda

1301, 26th day of the month of the Holy Virgin.

Hungary, Buda——
A gentle breeze caressed his face, and a hum surrounded him.These were definitely not the sounds of the forest anymore: people were talking, haggling, arguing and joking around him.

Before he opened his eyes, he smelled a sweet special scent, lavender and other things he had never smelled before, and he didn't know what kind of flower could smell so good.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the edge of the roof of the hut, next to the clear sky, he was lying on his back, it was daytime, but he didn't know the exact time.

"Water," he blurted out automatically, "please give me water."

At that moment, he saw a face.A girl leaned against him, her eyes bluer than the sky, and as she smiled and fed him water, Antar realized he wasn't smelling flowers.The scent of lavender and an unfamiliar sweet smell emanated from her skin, and he took a sip of water and closed his eyes again, but now he wasn't asleep, just resting wearily.

"And her hair!" Antal later said to Umberto, who sat next to him, with a look of relief on his face. "Her hair was brown and just reached her shoulders, and her dress was the same blue as her eyes. She gave me a glass of water and disappeared without saying a word! This is what I dreamed about The sight? I..."

"You almost died," Umberto interrupted, "you are still weak, don't get too excited."

"Where are we?" the boy looked around. "In White Castle?"

"In Buda, near the Jewish Gate."

Antar frowned, looked at his left arm that was still aching, and then slowly untied the cloth strips and clean thin bandages.The wound has been stitched up and is healing well.He moved his arm cautiously, it still hurt a little, but it was basically usable.

"Are you in Buda?" he asked in surprise.

"Just?" Umberto shook his head. "You have been sleeping for several days. I tied you to the horse and rode for a whole day and a half. I didn't stop until I reached White Castle. At that time, you Already talking nonsense, sometimes in Hungarian, sometimes in Latin, sometimes in French, sometimes in Arabic, stammering incoherently. In White Castle, a hermit brother told me that you are hopeless , that bastard doesn’t want to treat you!”

"and after?"

"I say, what lies before you is the lord of Senni," said Umberto, laughing, "the legitimate son of Cousin Jacques de Molay, and if he does not heal you, they will drag him away." Beheaded in Visegrad, or in Esztergom? In short...I take your sword and stand by him until he does all he can for you. God loves you, Antares ! The man cured you."

"I don't remember," the boy said, walking around the wound, "I don't remember anything but a bunch of weird nightmares."

"I'm not surprised, you were still asleep when I took you out of White Castle. The monk put you to sleep with his herbs, and you stopped shouting or sweating. I sold it Those highwaymen's horses got paid and hired a cab to drive you here.

"How many days ago?"

"For three days, when I was dealing with business in the city, the innkeeper's daughter took care of you."

Antar raised his head excitedly, "So I'm not dreaming?" He asked expectantly, "Isn't she just something I imagined?"

"I'm afraid not." Umberto lowered his head, "But Antares..."

"She's so beautiful!" The boy stared into the distance.

"Antar..."

"I...I have never seen anything so beautiful...my heart...like my heart was touched..."

"Antar..."

"Or my soul? Is that possible, Umberto?"

"Antal!" Umberto shouted even louder.

"What's the matter?" Antal turned around and blinked, he seemed to have heard the singer's voice until now.

"you can not."

"Can't?" He looked at Umberto's slightly sad smile, "What can't I?"

"Love," Umberto looked into his eyes, "you know that, you can't fall in love."

"Oh, of course!" Antal smiled in confusion, and immediately looked away, "That's not the point, you seem to have misunderstood me, I'm not...in love!" He said in a disgusted tone on purpose Saying the word, "I'm just grateful, grateful that God has created such a beautiful thing, and I'm just admiring."

Umberto held out his arms to the boy, he felt sorry for him, he had always known that the moment would come when Antares would be knocked out of his mind in an instant like being struck by lightning.When a girl stole his heart, he had to say no.

The singer tried to talk to William about it several times, but the knight just waved his hand away from the subject.He said the boy would make a perfect Templar who would always know what was and wasn't allowed.He will never pursue girls, because he will be a strict and disciplined person.

But Umberto knows very well that sometimes all it takes is a look, a look that sparks a tiny spark, and the spark creates a fiery sea of ​​love.

It's futile to be a perfect Templar, and it's futile to know you can't fall in love.This is something determined by the heart, not controlled by people.The heart belongs to God Himself who has given it an independent will, the heart is actually much smarter than the head because it knows what it really wants.Sometimes it wins over its master, over reason, and controls our decisions for a split second, and in that split second, we do the right thing.

Antal is in this moment now, and his heart is in this moment.Now he was mature enough to make his own choices, to break, if necessary, whatever the prescribed commandments of the Knights Templar were, anything that bound his heart.

"Antal, I know what's going on."

"No." Antar stood up, but he had to hold on to a beam, and he was now so weak and dizzy that he could barely stand.

Umber immediately stood up and supported him, "You don't have much strength yet," the Italian's voice choked, "You need to rest and rest, don't go anywhere today."

"Where is Sarecher, where is it?"

"Not far away, in the stables."

"Arabian thoroughbreds can't stand ordinary stables," Antar tried to find a new topic, "Sarecher is only used to the special stalls made for him at home."

"I hired him a stable without a roof."

"Are you sure it's all right? I want to go to it and make sure."

"It's resting next to Adso," Umberto told the boy to sit down. "It's fine and someone will take care of it."

"It must be just a dream, Umberto," he closed his eyes tightly so that the singer would not see his tears, "it must be a dream, a strange dream..."

"I know," Umberto helped him onto the bed, "it's a strange dream, sleep a little longer, and I'll investigate some things."

Antal seemed to have not rested for several days, and fell asleep almost immediately.This time, he had a blue, lavender-scented dream.

(End of this chapter)