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Chapter 23

"What?"

"Madam your assistance is required in a very sensitive matter."

I looked back at the everyone. "Well then, okay, uh do I need my cloak or anything?"

He looked a little annoyed. "No, but we need to go now."

I walked out of the door and said my good-byes rather hastily. "So,..."

"My name is Frank."

"Well, Frank. What am I needed for at this hour?"

"I can not tell you that right now."

"Well then, who am I going to see?"

"The king asked us to get you. Other than that, I don't know how much I can disclose."

We walked in silence for awhile and after about 5 min., I started to get impatient. When we started descending stairs, I needed some answers. "Okay, tell me where I am going, or else-"

"Or else you won't go, right. Uum, well think of it this way... Everybody in your room could identify me. The King is waiting for you and you want answers... Is that right? Watch it these steps are slippery."

"Yeah that about sums it up." We walked farther down. It was true, if anything happened to me, they all could identify him.

We reached a door after a few minutes of descending. Frank knocked a code knock and a plate in the door swished back. "It's all right, it's Frank."

A series of bolts and locks were opened. When it opened, I saw a room lushly decorated in velvets and fully furnished. As I walked in I saw that Jon was indeed there, along with Numair, Raoul, and a few others that I didn't know.

Numair came over, "shut the door, come on... Don't just leave it open."

The locks were all re-locked and Numair started to cast a spell. I stayed in the shadows by the door behind Frank and out of the way. When Numair was done, the velvet walls glimmered faintly.

"Did you bring her?" Jon got up out of his chair.

"Yes, Majesty."

I stepped forward into the light.

"You can't mean her! She's just a child! Majesty how can this girl be of any assistance?" One of the men I did not know, came out of his chair in a rage.

"Yes well she's the best shot we've got, Peter. What else can we do?" Numair brought me over towards the fire.

"We can bloody melt the damn thing!"

They started arguing amongst themselves about what to do when I noticed, Alanna and a man both lying on the floor out dead. "Ooh! Can someone PLEASE tell me what is going on here!"

"What? Oh yes umm, Robert fill her in." Jon was sitting thinking heavily in his chair.

"Well, madam-"

"Leah,"

"Well, last night His Majesty received an unknown gift. Inside the package we found a sword. When Alanna felt it's magic, she came and tried to get it under control and somehow she was knocked out. Then the sword started taking swings at people, and especially at his majesty, when Jeremy, the one next to her... grabbed in and put it back into it's box, he was knocked out the same. We've been trying to think of a way to get them back and to do something with this sword."

"Yes, that about does it." Numair came over.

"Yes, that's nice, but why do you need me?"

"Well, on the sword is some writing, and since it's back in it's box,.."

"You want me to look at it. K." The box was a nice normal wooden box with one exception, a glass lid. Inside was a sword made of what looked like Pure Gold. It was just like any other sword, except for what it was made of. Then I noticed the text they were talking about. It was on the blade part. I tried to look at it through it, but it got semi-blurry. I opened the lid to inspect it closer, because it did look like Spanish.

"No, don't!" Peter shouted from his chair.

I looked back at Jon, raising my eyebrows. He flicked his hand, so I opened it. I bent down to look at the words. But when I ran my finger along it, a cut opened on my finger. "Maldición!"

The sword jumped out of it's box and stayed mid-air eye level to me. "Ouch, que eso lastima espada estúpida." *Ouch, that hurt you stupid sword*

The sword then aimed itself at Jon, and started to go for his head. "Paran!" *Stop* The sword hesitated and then kept going. "NO, Párele espada estupida!" *No, stop you stupid sword!*

The sword halted in it's tracks and then swerved back around and aimed itself at me. It slowly came back. I moved it left and right, by using the appropriate Spanish. Apparently that's all you had to do to get it to obey you.

"She's a witch! I told you she would be trouble! WITCH!!!" Peters had jumped out of his chair spilling his brandy.

"Numair-" Jon waved his hand barely moving from his chair. Numair looked very happy and he closed in on Peters. I a few seconds, Peters was laying on the floor slumped in his pool of brandy.

"Well that's better. So Leah, how's the sword?" He came over, he seemed to be the only one in the room who was still coherent.

"It seems to be quite a good little sword,... that is if you know what to say to it."

"Oh, so what does that word you kept saying mean, uh mal, maldic... uh-"

"Maldición?"

"Yeah that..."

"well, umm let's just say that sailors probably use it a lot."

"Sailors?" It took Numair a second before he realized it. "Oh, OK. Well Raoul was cussing at it quite a bit and it only tried to take off his head."

"Yeah, took a nip out of my beard." He came out of the shadows by the door. He looked at his watch. "Queen'll be here soon..."

"Thayet?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Raoul looked at me.

"Well, it's just that I've never met her before, and she IS Queen, not something to ignore..."

As if our talking had brought it about, there was a knock at the door which turned out to be Thayet.

She took one look at the rooms occupants and had a fit. "Jon, are you drunk! I knew you shouldn't have brought Peters into this! Drunk, at a time like this..."

"No, hun' I'm not strunk... I's jusstt aee liittle tipsy."

"Raoul..."

"Yea?"

"Take him to a nice COLD bath somewhere out of the way and do try to sober him up..."

"Yes, majesty. Hehe, this is going to be fun..." Raoul helped a young man who had come with Thayet, get Jon out of his chair and through the door.

"So, tell me about this sword, younglin'."

"Well, apparently this sword has taken a liking to people who talk Spanish and to those who don't, well, uh they're on the floor over there."

Thayet turned to look at the people on the floor. "Hmm, can he fix it?" She was implying the sword.

"You know I never thought to ask..." I went over to the sword, who I'd come up with a name for, Sharpie, and asked him to cure the ones on the floor. "Por favor?"

Sharpie swung out in the air and took a look at Thayet. It look at me again or rather pointed towards me, and then took a few swings over Allana and Jeremy. Then they started to stir. Alanna took awhile, but she jumped up and shouted. Jeremy woke to this and went to take a dive at Sharpie. Sharpie in turn faked Jeremy out, and I had to laugh as Jeremy fell flat on his face, and then came over and seemed to stand/hide by me.

"What is this?" Alanna was confused. "who?" She pointed to me... "what?" The sword in midair. "huh?"

"Come here hun'," Thayet went over to Alanna. "Don't worry, I'll explain all of this to you later, but now you need to go rest." Then Thayet turned to Jeremy, "You too, now go on and get." Numair escorted them out with the help of one of the remaining men that had come with Thayet.

Then she turned to a man who had come in with her. "Leah this is Sgt. Ezeko."

I remembered that he was a teacher of the pages who taught them how to wield a sword. "Hello... Can I see the sword."

"Sure," I waved the sword over. "I just don't know if he'll let you touch him."

"Mph, him, you act as if you think this 'thing' is alive."

Sharpie hearing this, tried to take a swing around the Sgt.'s knee. "Now, none of that," I scolded.

While he was examining Sharpie, Thayet turned to me... "Now, what are we going to do with you?"