Part 27 (1/2)
”Yes,” replies James. ”What were you to be ready for?”
”You,” he replies. ”Didn't think I'd be the one to live to see it.” Taking a bite of his food, he chews a moment then continues. ”Thought the secret our family kept would die with me. You see my son and grandson both perished when the Empire took Saragon, I'm all that's left.”
At the word 'secret', James' pulse quickens. ”I'm sorry for your family,” he says, offering his condolences.
”Me too,” he replies sadly. After taking a drink of his water, he says, ”Anyway, what's done is done. Who told my ancestor has been lost, but what was told was not.”
”What was he told?” asks James. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest in antic.i.p.ation.
”That a day would come when one of us was approached by a man who knew the meaning behind the word 'gesundheit',” he explains. ”We were told 'To hold the secret safe until such a time. Great tragedy would foretell his coming and the one the man approached would feel as if all hope is lost'.”
”You can be sure, many times throughout the past, my forefathers have faced tragedy and some had felt that all hope had been lost. Each time they expected the one to come as had been foretold to them. But each time none came.”
”Through the years, it's become more of a story than something any of us actually expected would be fulfilled. Since it was a favorite of the kids, we told it often so never lost it.” A sad smile comes to him as he reminisces about his own son and grandson as he told them the story.
”What was the secret?” prompts James when the old guy remains quiet for several minutes.
Snapped out of his reverie, he says, ”It's never made much sense to us, and let me tell you we've tried to figure it out for centuries.”
”What was it?” asks James eagerly. ”Did it have something to do with Morcyth?”
”Morcyth?” questions the old man. Shaking his head, he says, ”I don't think so. Wasn't he a G.o.d or something a long time ago?”
”Something like that,” answers James.
”There're three verses. The first ones goes...”
When the Fire s.h.i.+nes Bright And the Star walks the Land.
Time for the Lost Will soon be at Hand.
At the mention of the Fire s.h.i.+ning bright and the Star walking the land James and Jiron look at each other. A gleam of recognition can be seen in both their eyes.
”The second verse is:”
At the foot of the King Bathe in his Cup.
Pull his Beard To make him sit Up.
”Doesn't make much sense does it?” he asks.
”No,” agrees James, ”it doesn't.” He glances to Jiron who looks just as confused at the second verse as he does.
”And the last one goes...”
Seven to Nine Six to Four.
Spit in the wind And open the door.
”That's it,” he tells him. The slaver in charge of the slaves starts to holler for them to resume their work. ”I have to go.”
”Thank you,” says James.
”I'm glad I was able to fulfill the charge laid upon us,” he says as he slowly gets to his feet. ”Probably be best if we don't speak again.”
”Thank you again,” he says as the old guy walks back to the other slaves. He just nods his head in reply.
They move away from the window and further into the house where they can talk without running the risk of being heard by those outside.
”What do you think it means?” Jiron asks him once they've reached the inner room.
Excited, James replies, ”The first verse has to refer to the Fire of Dmon-Li and the Star of Morcyth.”
Nodding, Jiron says, ”Yeah, I figured that out already.”
”'Time for the lost will soon be at hand',” says James. ”That I'm not sure of.”
”Could it mean the missing priests of Morcyth?” asks Jiron.
”Maybe,” he says, shrugging. ”The rest of it doesn't make much sense. But that's the way with things like this. They can't make sense until it's time for them to make sense. Otherwise people will act prematurely.”
”Sounds reasonable,” comments Jiron. ”So, is this what we came here for?”
”I would think so,” replies James. In his own mind, the feeling of completion is there. ”It's possible there could be more, but I doubt it.”
”Then we should get out of here,” states Jiron. ”Better wait until it's dark though and go back the way we came.”
”Wonder if the horses are still there?” says James.
”Doubt it,” he replies. ”They'd be starving by now and probably have broken their tethers. We'll have to see about getting some more after we get out of here.”