NaNo Chapter 6
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Here's chapter 6, which isnt a long one but I do have lots more to type up.
Lord of Fenrir: The Lost Lord
Chapter Six:
Arn wished for a sword or dagger so that he could kill the man in front of him, the man he now knew was called Gregor, this was the same man who had come to his house that fateful day and told him of Martha’s kidnapping.
“You weren’t thinking of going to Gunner where you?” Gregor quietly asked.
Arn did not respond to this question, he just starred with hatred at the man. Arn was now glad that he had this Gregor to focus his hate and anger on.
“Do you really want Martha to die?” Gregor again waited for Arn to reply.
Arn clenched his fists and struggled not to physically attack the man. He could almost feel his hands around Gregor’s meaty throat. Arn wondered how Gregor could remain impassive, cool and collected.
“Your wife will die painfully if you tell Gunner.” Gregor’s eyes filled with gleeful anticipation. “Whipping would be just the start of her ordeal.”
“I won’t tell Gunner anything.” Arn admitted his defeat, he should have known that he was being watched.
“That’s good to know.” Gregor smiled at Arn in a friendly manner. “I would have hated to see Martha hurt.”
Arn seemed to deflate even more so, he knew now that there would be no escaping his fate. He had no choice; he would do whatever was demanded of him by Caster and Morgan no matter what the cost in order to keep his beloved Martha alive.
“I see now you accept your lot in life.” Gregor smiled nastily at Arn.
“Yes I have.” Arn sighed and finally realised his heart had stopped its frantic beating, he felt drained of the will to resist.
“Let me escort you home.” Gregor offered. “You look tired my friend.”
“It’s alright.” Arn quietly responded he wanted to be left alone in his defeat. “It’s not necessary.”
“But I insist.” Gregor stood waiting for Arn to rise.
Arn slowly got to his feet and the two men began the short journey to Arn’s home. There pace was slow and steady with Arn’s feet dragging, he really did not want to return to his home as the life had gone out of it with Martha not being there. Luckily for Arn the man Gregor did not make any effort to make conversation with him. Arn felt if he had then Arn would have just crumpled and broken down into a wailing heap, like a child who had lost it’s favourite toy or whose puppy had just died.
The two men reached Arn’s house, Arn had been in such a rush that the front door had been left wide open, but Arn lived in such a quiet secure part of the city that nothing had been disturbed. Arn entered followed by the silent Gregor who went past Arn into the kitchen and filled the kettle and placed it on the stove to boil. Gregor searched around and found two mugs which he filled with the now hot water and strong tea, he took the drink back to Arn who had not moved from his place by the front door.
“Drink this and down.” Gregor handed Arn a mug and guided him into the sitting room and towards a large comfortable looking chair.
Arn sighed as he took a sip of the hot tea.
“So have you calmed down now?” Gregor asked adding something to his tea from the silver flask he kept in his jacket pocket; he did not offer any to Arn.
Arn to another sip of the tea and surveyed the man sprawled in the chair opposite him, he starred as if to burn Gregor’s imagine into his mind for all eternity, Arn did this so that when he could get his revenge he would know who to look for.
Gregor was a tall and hulking man; he was taller than Arn but not as tall as Aled Schold the giant Master at Arms. Gregor was extremely muscular, being both brawny and bulky; his hands were rough and coarse looking with short blunt nails on long fat fingers. He had a square jaw and a large prominent brow. His hair was a dull lank brown being cut close to his large bulbous head. Gregor’s eyes were a plain muddy brown, which only showed any life when he was being cruel and malicious. Arn also noted the clothes that he was wearing, examining Gregor from the tips of his well worn black boots, to his plain brown shirt and his unadorned thick dark coat.
“Have you finished?” Gregor asked giving Arn a sneering smile.
“Yes.” Arn saw no harm in being truthful.
Gregor thought he would annoy the man he wanted Arn to remember what was at stake for him.
“So where were you going in such an all fire rush.” Gregor already knew the answer, he waited to see what lie Arn would come up with.
“Does it matter?” Arn muttered. “I didn’t get there.”
Gregor laughed at the disgusted look on Arn’s face. His master would be pleased that Gregor had stopped the man before he had a chance to tell Gunner or Aled anything. Not that Arn would have had the chance to reach the ruler of Nortvegr alive to tell his tale.
“Well I will leave you to rest.” Gregor stood and walked to the front door.
“Good bye and good riddance.” Arn snapped as he slammed the door behind the mans retreating figure.
Grfegor walked rapidly away from the slamming door, turning the corner of the last house on Arns row, he caught the eye of a young hooded man stood watching Arn’s door.
“Watch him.” Gregor snarled. “If he goes anywhere before morning, you are to immediately contact me.”
“Yes sir.” The younger man did not make eye contact with the frowning Gregor.
“Do not make a mistake.” Gregor took a menacing step towards the slightly built younger man.
“No sir I won’t.” The younger man took a step back in fear.