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the robbers come running at him with long knives in their hands. He used his sword to slice the arm of one of the men and make him drop his weapon, but the other one stabbed his knife into Marco’s right shoulder, making his gasp in pain as he loosened his grip on his sword and toppled to the side of the struggle.
He heard general mayhem break out elsewhere in the room, while he focused on fighting the man with the knife who was swinging his weapon at Marco again. Marco saw the timid cook emerge from the kitchen door with a large wooden rolling pin, which she swung mightily at the man who was threatening him with a knife, knocking the man unconscious.
“Thank you!” Marco gasped with a grin as he picked up his sword and turned towards the rest of the room, where the men who were being held captive had staged an unarmed attack against their captors, as Marco had drained away numbers of the men who had seized control of the inn. Marco saw one of the captives struck down by a vicious sword blow, and he responded by picking up a plate off a nearby table and hurling it at the man with the sword, striking him in the back of the head, buying time as Marco staggered around tables and benches that were in his way. He arrived within seconds where the fighting was fierce and began using his sword to quickly strike down the last of the robbers.
He had just finished stabbing his sword into another fighter, when the last one of the assailants who was still armed and unharmed launched himself from a tabletop where he stood. The man dove at Marco. “You’ll go down with me for your interference!” the man shouted angrily at Marco. He launched his attack without hope of survival, seeking only to get revenge against the intruder who had upset the well-laid plan to rob an entire party of wealthy pilgrims in one easy event. His sword struck Marco in the chest, and struck the violet tattoo, just as an earlier attacker had.
There was a small explosion of power as Marco was knocked backwards and unconscious, while the robber fell to the floor dead from the shock.
Chapter 4 – The Journey Resumed
Marco awoke late the next morning, feeling someone wiping a wet, warm cloth across his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a young man, dressed in fine clothes, gently swabbing the shoulder that had been stabbed. The arm was held in a sling that was tied tightly to limit the mobility of his injured limb.
“So you’re awake now, my lord?” the man asked Marco. “I’m sure you feel some discomfort, but the innkeeper has said that you may remain here to heal as long as you need.
“You’re the hero once again, and may I say thank you?” the man continued. “Though we haven’t met, that’s probably the second time you’ve saved my life, you know.”
“How? What do you mean?” Marco asked, unable to comprehend what the man was referring to.
“In Barcelon, when you provided the cure for the plague. Five people in my household already had the disease when you made the cure available, and they all survived. Without it, they all would have died, and probably the rest of us would have caught the disease too,” the man told Marco matter-of-factly.
“So I see you’ve been on the pilgrimage. Is that where you’ve been all these months?” the man asked as he tapped the violet tattoo, which sat upon a large, deep purple bruise.
“You know me?” Marco asked in astonishment, as he realized what the man was saying. Marco’s hand grabbed the wet cloth and pressed it back into the small bucket of warm water as he sat up.
“Not directly, my lord, but all of us know of you. Several of the others recognized you immediately last night during the battle,” the man answered.
“Who am I?” Marco asked, his voice filled with an intensity that made his caretaker nervous.
“You joke, don’t you, my lord?” the man asked.
“I’ve lost much of my memory, and I’m under a
He heard general mayhem break out elsewhere in the room, while he focused on fighting the man with the knife who was swinging his weapon at Marco again. Marco saw the timid cook emerge from the kitchen door with a large wooden rolling pin, which she swung mightily at the man who was threatening him with a knife, knocking the man unconscious.
“Thank you!” Marco gasped with a grin as he picked up his sword and turned towards the rest of the room, where the men who were being held captive had staged an unarmed attack against their captors, as Marco had drained away numbers of the men who had seized control of the inn. Marco saw one of the captives struck down by a vicious sword blow, and he responded by picking up a plate off a nearby table and hurling it at the man with the sword, striking him in the back of the head, buying time as Marco staggered around tables and benches that were in his way. He arrived within seconds where the fighting was fierce and began using his sword to quickly strike down the last of the robbers.
He had just finished stabbing his sword into another fighter, when the last one of the assailants who was still armed and unharmed launched himself from a tabletop where he stood. The man dove at Marco. “You’ll go down with me for your interference!” the man shouted angrily at Marco. He launched his attack without hope of survival, seeking only to get revenge against the intruder who had upset the well-laid plan to rob an entire party of wealthy pilgrims in one easy event. His sword struck Marco in the chest, and struck the violet tattoo, just as an earlier attacker had.
There was a small explosion of power as Marco was knocked backwards and unconscious, while the robber fell to the floor dead from the shock.
Chapter 4 – The Journey Resumed
Marco awoke late the next morning, feeling someone wiping a wet, warm cloth across his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a young man, dressed in fine clothes, gently swabbing the shoulder that had been stabbed. The arm was held in a sling that was tied tightly to limit the mobility of his injured limb.
“So you’re awake now, my lord?” the man asked Marco. “I’m sure you feel some discomfort, but the innkeeper has said that you may remain here to heal as long as you need.
“You’re the hero once again, and may I say thank you?” the man continued. “Though we haven’t met, that’s probably the second time you’ve saved my life, you know.”
“How? What do you mean?” Marco asked, unable to comprehend what the man was referring to.
“In Barcelon, when you provided the cure for the plague. Five people in my household already had the disease when you made the cure available, and they all survived. Without it, they all would have died, and probably the rest of us would have caught the disease too,” the man told Marco matter-of-factly.
“So I see you’ve been on the pilgrimage. Is that where you’ve been all these months?” the man asked as he tapped the violet tattoo, which sat upon a large, deep purple bruise.
“You know me?” Marco asked in astonishment, as he realized what the man was saying. Marco’s hand grabbed the wet cloth and pressed it back into the small bucket of warm water as he sat up.
“Not directly, my lord, but all of us know of you. Several of the others recognized you immediately last night during the battle,” the man answered.
“Who am I?” Marco asked, his voice filled with an intensity that made his caretaker nervous.
“You joke, don’t you, my lord?” the man asked.
“I’ve lost much of my memory, and I’m under a
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