Temple Sword

Chapter 38 Agnes
Agnes brought out the ale, wine, bread, cheese, meat and other things the guests wanted to eat as quickly as possible. More for people who want to cool off with a cold beer.

Whether in the yard or indoors, there were so many people that the aisle was almost blocked, she could feel people's gazes on her, but some men were often not satisfied with this, they stretched out their hands and wanted to touch her secretly. She, Agnes could only quickly squeeze through the crowd without looking back.She was very glad that at least Antal didn't see herself in such a busy day, otherwise he would stand up and let these people take care of his hands. Thinking of this, she smiled softly, she didn't mind the boy Get a few restless arms out of place.

She handed over the last glass of ale and hurried back to the counter to undo her apron.

"Help, Annas, will you babysit for me?" Agnes said to the fat girl, older than herself, whom her father hired last year.As the inn became more and more famous, there were more and more jobs to be done, and Agnes could not handle so many guests by herself.

"All the guests?" Annas' piggy eyes became round.

"Just a minute, please! I have to go to the back."

"Lazy again? You just came back from there!"

"I can't help it," Agnes whispered into her ear, "I'm having my period and I'm only going away for a little while, I promise!"

"Okay." Anna Si nodded, but she was not happy at all.The last time she had menstruation by herself, she couldn't just rest if she wanted to.

"Thank you." Agnes walked back, and when she was sure no one was looking at her, she immediately changed direction and walked into the pantry.She closed the door and began to owl, and a boy emerged from behind the flour sack.

"Are you crazy?" she whispered nervously. "What if my father finds out we're here? I can't explain it to him anymore! What's so urgent?"

"I'm leaving Buda tomorrow," Antal hugged her tightly, "I'll go back to Dubica."

"When?"

"It's early morning, I'm afraid."

"Your friend Umberto said you were in trouble. What happened in the monastery? They kicked you out?"

"Zoutermont found out that I was having a tryst with you," said the boy, "and he caught me and locked me in my room, and if Umberto hadn't stopped you that night, you too would have been caught and killed. The whole monastery A trial was called to decide whose words were the truth, Zoutermont's or mine, and to punish the guilty."

The girl's face did not return to color, she approached the boy again and gave him a passionate kiss.

"Thank God for a friend like you! Thank him for keeping you...so he...does he know about us?"

"He knows," Antal nodded, "he knew it from when you took care of me back then, and I could see how embarrassed he was from his eyes. He could have told William, but he didn't. Even when I came again When he got to Buda, he also knew I was only doing it for you, but he didn't say anything either. Maybe he knew all along that I would never be a good Templar."

"Don't say that!" Agnes put her finger on the boy's mouth. "You can't say that, you are your uncle's last hope..."

A strange shadow passed over Antar's face.

"I was not born to be my uncle's last hope!" he denies, "Agnes, my uncle has done terrible things for over 20 years in the name of Christ and now he wants me to be his soul comfort! You Know what he just did? He broke into the monastery, demanded that the endless interrogation be stopped, and a trial by combat began! He fought himself as my representative and easily defeated Zoutermon in a few strokes.

He didn't kill him, he just left him with some non-lethal wounds.After winning, he made the final verdict on his own accord: put Zoutermont in a cell, and give him a hundred lashes!Dean Ambrosius tremblingly agreed to his request.When Father Hector, the judge, raised his voice to object, the abbot directly interrupted him and replaced him with William as the new judge, continuing their ruling.

Zoutermont was caught in the next moment and dragged to the yard to be executed. No one dared to say a word. The abbot was obviously scared to death. The person carrying the whip was none other than William.His whole face was distorted when he whipped Zoutermund, and he vented his anger at that person like an angry lunatic. Zoutermond was still screaming and wailing for the first 30 strokes, and he could only Whimpering, he had already lost consciousness.But William didn't stop, he hit a full hundred lashes.At the hundredth time, what he hit was not a single person, but a pile of bloody flesh.

Zoutermund had been beaten to death long ago, but William completed his sentence, whipping his corpse again and again.Zortmund is a perfidious, lazy and unreliable man, and I admit I hate him, but even so, he doesn't deserve to be treated like this.He should have been killed cleanly in a duel, by me, not tortured to death by my uncle!What he did was not what a Christian should do, God closed his eyes every time he whipped the whip...

No one could stop his horrific rage, and most of them were only willing to flinch, spit out what they saw, along with the contents of their stomachs, and attribute it to God's will!When William finished flogging, he threw the bloody whip to the abbot and told him to be thankful he didn't burn the entire monastery down. 'I have done a thousand times more terrible things at the command of Rome, and shouted the name of the Lord! ' he growled with bloodshot eyes, 'so, those of us who wear the red cross will go to hell! ' he bellowed like a mindless beast, 'the possibility of order purity and rebirth lies in this boy alone, in him alone! '

But it's not true, Agnes!I'm not the Christ, I can't atone for the sins of my uncle or anyone else, I've seen enough!I don't want to be like that, I don't want to be a Templar, I wasn't born to do these things! "

"Stop it!" She hugged him tightly in fright. "You'll be a true Templar, a true Christian, you've spent your whole life preparing to don the white robe, you'll be a Templar, not for your uncle, but for yourself !"

"Don't you understand?" Antar insisted, "I only care about you!"

"Then you go and become a knight for me!"

"I want to marry you," Antal shook his head, "I want to live with you, in our own house, in our manor."

"I know, I want to be your wife too. I want to live with you in the world you dreamed of, but I also know it's impossible." She let go of Antal, tears streaming down her face down. "You're meant to live a different life than mine."

"No!" Antar yelled, not caring if anyone else heard, "I was born to meet you, I'm sure!"

"Don't be silly!" The girl walked to the door, "It's just love, you'll forget me, you have to."

"I would never do that."

"You will, just as I will forget you."

"Impossible!" Antar fell to his knees, "We can't end like this. If God wants to give me such a fate, then he is not God. I reject this arrangement!"

Agnes wiped her tears with trembling hands, stepped back to the boy, and slapped him so hard that he fell to the ground, blood streaming from his nose.

"You can't talk like that!" she snapped at him. "God is with you and has always been. If you were clear-headed you would remember this, but you are not, Antar! You are caught by your heart Guided by, or perhaps more guided by, your lower body!"

"Why do you say that?" Antar yelled sadly, "Why must we separate?"

"I have to do this, our love is too strong, we can't control it, and it's eating us up, you have to forget about me."

"I can't..." the boy hissed in despair.

"You will," Agnes said, walking to the door. "You have to move on and forget about each other, or sooner or later you will be in crisis again and die. You have no choice, and none of us have a choice."

(End of this chapter)