Vade Mecum (Come With Me)
"Do you have a place for the night?" I did not answer but
busied myself with the task of unlashing the straps that held fast my sword.
"Would you like some dinner?" he asked. Again, I paid no mind. Ah, at last, my
sword was made free. I was laughing now. So quietly inside I laughed. For they
said it couldn't be done. Take the heart of a priest? Never! they said. But what
did they know. They were just superstitious desert barbarians who hadn't the
brains or the nerve for it. But this I knew, if I could claim just one heart, I,
a wretched battle tired warrior, could live forever! That I was sure they
weren't wrong about! "Sir!" he beckoned. My eyes bolted from thought to meet his
halfway from where I stood, still not more than three paces from him. "Would you
care for some supper?" he reported. "Supper"? I echoed. "Why yes" he replied.
"We will feast on young turkey and stone baked potatoes amidst a great blanket
of gravy. And wine. The finest of my stock!"