As Edgar left he knew that he might be seeing the last of Estrier. His son was tall, about five feet. He had black hair coming to just past the ears. He was athletic and strong though he was only nine and he could ride a horse well. Edgar wondered if his son would ever accomplish anything great. He had shown the boy the works of poetry and the legends from writers of old and had even planned on sending the boy to the great prince Edwin who owned a fort filled with young men from ages 8-20. He had talked of this with Edwin the lord of the wealthy, prosperous fort and they had agreed that if anything happened to Edgar, Edwin would come and take Estrier to the fort. Edgar had talked with Estrier many times about the future and always the young lad would say, “Father, for know I am your son. And what the future holds will come to me when the future times come.” Many people had told Edgar that he had a bright young boy and would no doubt achieve wonders in the times to come. These thoughts passed through Estrier’s mind as he rode through the city.
That night the tournament was held. Edgar put the royal bull helmet on his head and called a messenger to immediately return to Estrier if he heard the horn blow for that would mean that Edgar had died. The messenger went to a place where he would be able to see all that went on. When the trumpets blew the two fighters were announced and entered the list from opposite sides. As the trumpets blew again the fighters started the battle. It was a rule that when the sword was thrown out of one of the men’s hands, it would mean surrender. Both countries had agreed to this beforehand. Then the fight began. Edgar was leading the fight and had pushed the man to the far wall. Then suddenly he hit the other man’s sword out of his hand. Cheers were heard from the Napolian side but Letton’s friend gave him a new sword and while Edgar was turning and exiting the lists, El Letton killed him.
He died instantly but not before blowing an ivory horn that was a call for help and for triumph. The messenger left immediately. He ran across the arena and looked into Edgar’s face, he was dead. Then the messenger ran swiftly to his horse. Letton saw him and said, “After him!” to his guards. The youth jumped on his horse and left swiftly. As he came upon the gates the guards barred their spears but the messengar took the standard of the bulls and killed them.
In the 24 hours it took to get to Estrier’s castle the Acton guards were close behind him. When he arrived the royal party of prince Edwin was just arriving. Estrier had just turned ten. The messenger ran to Estrier and saluted in the Napolian fashion of the clenched fist up to the shoulder. “Here, my lord is your father’s standard.” he paused, “your country’s standard." Estrier stood stunned while the messenger explained the situation to the boy, “Your father is dead."
At that moment Rodrigo, one of Edwin’s men came over to the scene, “What have we here, are you a messenger?”
“Yes,” He replied. “The king has died. He fell by a foul play on Letton‘s part.”
Rodrigo then said, “Treachery and treason. I thought it would be so.”
“Acton guards followed me to the gates", said the youth, "you may want to dispose of them, my lord.”
After a respectful pause the messenger said, “By your leave I must see to my horse.’ and he backed away.
Rodrigo turned to the new king. A look of sorrow was on Estrier’s face. Deep in his heart Estrier vowed that from that moment on he would have revenge on the people of Acton especially El Letton. Estrier left. Torn by fear and grief mingled to make one thing, anger. And that anger stayed long until Estrier fully understood the meaning of love. |