Rare Things for a Rare Life

The Knights of J'shua Book 1

by Tiana Dokerty ©2023

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Updated 3/16/24

Roasted Rabbit

 

Chapter 41

Jonathan

Esthlanis was east of Freislicht, north of Tarinland.

Jonathan crossed the Tarin River at dawn after two days of riding. Wide-open plains rolled out like a golden blanket dappled with horses under a welcoming blue sky.

Startled, he reined in his steed as a bronze stallion raced by, its black mane dancing. Dozens of mares of all shades followed him. Their speed and grace took his breath away as they swept past him like a river.

As he traveled east, there were pastures everywhere filled with mares nursing foals and proud stallions stomping the ground.

At the gates of Magistrate Gorum’s estate, four red-headed riders intercepted him, each coming from a different direction. The tactic impressed him. They all wore short swords in simple scabbards. Their green woolen tunics made their hair stand out like fire. Intimidating. “Can we help you?” one asked.

“This is Jonathan Otual,” the eldest said with a warm smile. “His son, David, is apprenticed here. I am Eikhan.

“I remember when you were smaller. But you were away when I brought David.”

I’ll take you to Father.” Eikhan turned to his siblings. “Continue inspecting the fences.”

Jonathan followed, admiring the gait of Eikhan’s horse and the comfortable way the young man rode.

“David’s a fine boy, Sir Jonathan. He learns fast.”

Eikhan led him to the house. Expanded yet again, another wing jutted off to the east. His father sat on the enlarged porch, not a gray hair on his red head, streaks of gold here and there.

“Jonathan!” Agon Gorum bellowed. “Come, have some tea. You’re not taking my favorite student away, are you?”

“No, he belongs here. I hope he appreciates the opportunity you are giving him.” Jonathan dismounted. “There is…” his voice caught, “…bad news. Debt collectors set upon my family. They burned our home and barn. There was…no sign of them. I fear my mother- and father-in-law are dead.”

“Those drecksa!” Gorum snarled, striding forward to clasp Jonathan’s shoulder. “What can I do? If you know who’s behind this, my sons, my men, and I will ride with you. I don’t care how far, nor who we must face down.”

“Who, I do not know.” Jonathan shook his head, looking into Gorum’s eyes. “I am honored by the offer, Agon, but…”

“But what?

“I, and others, appealed to the king, who interceded, declaring such takings unlawful.”

“That’s something…but your wife and daughter are still missing.” Gorum pointed to chairs on the porch. “Sit. Please. Maria, bring drinks. Strong ones!”

Jonathan dropped into the offered chair and told his tale. His voice broke. He rubbed his face.

“Keep your faith strong. You’ll have what’s needed when it’s needed.”

Jonathan gazed into the distance. “I know, but…being powerless to find them is….” He blinked his burning eyes.

“What can I do for you?”

Jonathan exhaled slowly. This was the first time he’d spoken to a friend about the situation. Somehow, that made everything more painful. “Rebekah knows where David is. She may come here.”

“My sons and I will protect your wife and daughter with our lives.”

“If you see them, tell Rebekah I will go to the Knights’ School the first day of the Crab, the Judge, and the Goat. Have them meet me there—”

“No.” The word was abrupt. “Old friend, if they reach here, I’ll keep them safe. Here. Then send word to your school. With all that’s befallen you, I’ll not risk anyone snatching them away again.”

Jonathan snorted. “I have no doubt of your good intentions, but do you really think my Rebekah can be ‘kept safe’ anywhere?”

Gorum thought for a moment and shook his head. “Perhaps you’re right. I could no more contain her than cage a southerly wind. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t provide her with whatever she might need.”

“For which I am grateful. Now, where can I find my son? I won’t keep him long. Then I will be on my way.”

“Nonsense, rest here for a few days,” Gorum said.

“I will stay until I receive J’shua’s guidance.”

“Your boy’s in the north barn. Eikhan will take you there.” Gorum signaled his son.

When Jonathan entered the barn, David was squatting beside a gently snorting mare, watching a wet foal wrangle its skinny legs and stand shakily.

His son’s face lit up as soon as their eyes met. David leaped up and bounded toward him. His blond hair tied back, stray curls framed his face. “Da, you’ve returned! Did you see? The foal birthed only moments ago.”

“No, I missed it.” Jonathan kneeled, embracing him tightly. Then he held him by the shoulders. “Are you well, son?”

“Yes, Da.” David smiled, looking into his eyes.

Jonathan stood. “That’s good.”

“It’s my job to care for the mares and foals. Master Gorum says I must understand a horse’s life from birth to know the best times to train them for certain tasks. This foal will be mine alone to train.” David stood proudly. “Why are you here? Are you taking me with you?” David bit his lip, raising his eyebrows.

“I cannot. You belong here. Can we talk outside?”

David sighed and then glanced at Eikhan and the breeder, seeking permission. When both nodded, he followed Jonathan out.

They walked a short distance beyond a corral of wild horses. Jonathan remained silent, struggling to control his emotions as he thought of how to begin.

“I do not want you to fear,” he said, “but I need you to pray.”

David gulped, his face twisted in worry.

“When I arrived home,” Jonathan cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes, “I found the cottage and barn burned down. No trace of Oma and Opa, your mother, or sister.”

David’s eyes shot open. “W-w-what? W-why? We must find them!”

Jonathan held David’s shoulders. “There is more. I fear your grandparents are dead. Your mother and sister…” The words caught in his throat. He choked back tears that threatened to pour out. He could see David’s anguish matched his own. “…are missing. I trust in J’shua that they are alive. I will continue searching.”

David hugged him, clenching the back of his shirt.

Keeping a firm hand on David’s shoulder, Jonathan stepped back and peered into his son’s eyes. “Pray, so each has the strength and wisdom to do the Lord J’shua’s will. He will bring us all back together. Especially pray in the spirit as much as you can.”

“I will, Da, but…shouldn’t I go with you? You’ll need help to find them.”

“Prayer is more important than anyone knows. It grants J’shua permission to work on our behalf. Because of the first man’s sin, the Serpent rules this world. But we are still learning how to walk in the light.”

“I know, Father.” David stiffened as he had always done when he did not like the task.

“We have free will, we must ask for aid from the God of Truth,” Jonathan said. “It isn’t magic. Everything takes time. We struggle and learn as we go. If they are able, guardians will assist us.”

“I can pray and go with you. I—”

“We have an agreement with Magistrate Gorum. We cannot break our promises. Besides, as yet, I have no information on where to find Ma or Sarah.”

David’s head dropped with a sigh.

Jonathan lifted David’s chin. “Your mother may come. I need you to be here. Tell her to leave a letter for me at the Knights’ School. I will do the same.”

David’s eyes aimed at the ground in resignation. “I’ll stay and learn.” Then he looked up and said, “When I am a knight, I’ll be ready.”

“That’s my boy.” Jonathan smiled at him, tousling his hair. “Do you eat with the family?”

“Yes.”

“Then I will see you at dinner. It is time you get back to that foal and her mama.”

“Yes, sir.” David hugged him again. “I’ve missed you so.”

“I have missed you too. Go on. Otuals are not idlers.”

Jonathan watched him run into the barn as Eikhan came out. They rode back to the house.

He stayed at the estate for two more days, talking and playing chess with his boy in the evenings. David stood taller and muscle filled out his youthful frame. His son’s face brightened as he talked about horses. He radiated confidence.

On the day he left, he drew David into a tight embrace. “I will write to you as much as I am able. And I will come back with Ma and your sister when I find them.”

He knew Rebekah would not stop until she’d saved Sarah, but he had no way to find them. He trusted J’shua would lead him to them in time. But the spirit spoke to him, West, find the circles in Esthlanis. As soon as he perceived it, it felt warm and right.

The Knights had planted the Esthlani circles long before his birth. However, for all the accomplishments of the Fellowship, they kept few—if any—records. It was not their way. They acted on inspiration, going where guided. As he had done so these last ten years. Jonathan knew J’shua would direct his steps…and that the journey would wend its way to his destination. Straight lines were for others, those who only considered their travels’ end. For a knight, traveling was its own reward, an opportunity to commune with J’shua Ha Mashiach, open to whatever the God of Truth placed in his path.

As he rode, his reflection turned to David. When Jonathan went to apprentice as the prince’s companion, his father was dead, so he did not miss him the same.

Heading into a small wood, bird calls announced him and fell silent as he passed. Only the rustling leaves and the breeze complemented his thoughts.

There was no other way. Men must learn a trade and develop skills. The daikon took Jonathan to High Keep when he was seven. The best time to start is at seven or eight when the mind is agile, and the body not yet ready for the rigors of physical training.

He would write often, relating everything he would say to his son if they were together. It had to be enough.

As he rode out of the woods, homes appeared and a dozen buildings were arranged in a square before him. The sign to his right read, “Kalmah.” As his manner was, he asked the first person he saw if they had a herald or a place to read messages. The best way to appraise a town.

“There’re postings on the outer wall of the sheriff’s office.” The man pointed.

Jonathan bowed. “You are very kind, sir.”

As he approached that building, a small group was gesturing and jabbering loudly. Their excited talk stopped as he dismounted near them.

“Where can a hungry man buy a hot meal here?” Jonathan asked.

“I’d be happy to show you,” a tall, brown-haired man said. “The name’s Blake Tolmach.” A wide-brimmed hat hung down his back. Spurs jingled as he walked.

Jonathan followed along, leading his horse to the Braying Donkey Inn.

“Are you a Knight of J’shua?”

“Yes, I am.”

“It’s been seven years or more since we’ve seen your kind.”

“J’shua sent me.”

“Of course he did. Why else would you come? Freislanders don’t come here unless they are buying horses. Welcome!”

The inn provided a good meal. A bitter drink called cofaidh, sweetened with honey and cream, followed it.

Blake was a friendly soul, relaxed, wearing comfortably well-worn breeches and wool tunic. He laughed easily and talked in detail about the circles in his village. “We have three that I know of. One is led by a near kinsman. Would you like me to introduce you?”

“That would be a blessing.”

After their meal, Blake offered hospitality for three days. His home was a modest cabin two miles outside of town.

Jonathan shared fellowship with Blake’s family and met with each of the local circles. He felt an air of freedom here. Basking in this atmosphere of hope, he meditated on the passage:

[Where the Spirit of J’shua is, there is liberty.]

Jonathan traveled east along the Sea of Glass. In each town or village, he found a circle. Their understanding of the Writings and their love for each other was evident as he shared his heart with them. He ministered to them as well and encouraged them to continue in the Writings and manifestation of holy spirit. They promised to pray for Freislicht and for all the followers of J’shua to grow in wisdom and understanding. They prayed for his wife and daughter too.

At one circle, he met the Steward of the Premier of Esthlanis. who happily conversed with him. Mathu Duine served the highest ruler in Esthlanis, who was selected to reign by the wealthiest patriarchs of the land until the people demand a new choosing ceremony. The current Premier has kept the land happy and prosperous for twenty years.

Eventually, they spoke of the state of Freislicht, the evil corruption that only grew bolder. The Steward pledged his help should the Knights wish to free the land. Jonathan thanked him for the offer of support and told him he would find a way to let the Fellowship of Knights know. Jonathan assured him that King Edal was not the source of this evil. He thought he knew who the source was.  But just as he woke in the morning, he heard the words in his spirit, Remain in Esthlanis.”

 

42

Blackhawk - High Keep

Steven Blackhawk shook off the snow and plunked two daggers on his table. Taking off his belt, he huffed a sigh, relieved as he tore off his wet tunic and tossed it on the new chair he’d acquired in town. The first piece of furniture he’d ever owned.

A smile sprouted as he ran his fingers over the intricately carved leaves and berries on the spindles and legs. He also bought a trunk to hold several changes of clean clothes. He had something clean to wear each morning. This small room had been home for three moons. He’d saved every baden of his pay to improve his lot. It was nearing the end of the thirtieth year of King Edal reign. In the spring, it would be two years since he came to High Keep.

The one thing he had missed most about his life at Lorness Castle, clean clothes. Another was warm fires and marvelous food. He didn’t even remember all the different dishes that were served. But now he had enough food and clothing, although plain. But he felt freer than he had ever been. He hoped he never went back to Lorness. If there was any way to free himself from Melazera, he would find it. There had to be a way.

Every new moon new assignments were posted. Most of the lieutenants were sent out on patrols following the roads from High Keep. If he were sent on a mission anywhere near Lorness, Melazera would expect him to attend him. His chest trembled. He asked Little Soldier’s God to keep him from Lorness.

Each moon he wondered if it was an answer to that prayer that Commander Taelor ordered him to continue training soldiers in his fighting techniques. Blackhawk glowed with pride each time the commander mentioned his work. The soldiers made good progress and more joined his sessions every week.

He scrubbed his sweaty face and hair with his shirt as he removed it. His muscles were warm and relaxed after the three sessions this morning. He stared at his cot. It would be wonderful to lay down and enjoy how good he felt. But he tipped his nose to his armpit. He stank.

He poured water into the wash basin. As he removed his necklace, reaching toward the table, the silver chain fell to the ground.

“Blast.”

One of Little Soldier’s buttons skittered away. Running, he pushed his cot out of the way just in time to see the button drop into a crack between the floorboards. His heart sank as he peered into the dark crevice.

He ran back to the table and grabbed a dagger. He squatted down and probed the crack, testing the depth of it. It went in up to the hilt. In frustration he wiggled it around.

He lit a candle and moved it about on his hands and knees trying to see into the crack.

He blew out a breath.

“Blast! Blast! Blast!” He stabbed the floor with his dagger again and again. When he pulled to stab once more, the board moved. He gasped. He worked the board loose and pried it up.

The button sat on top of a brown leather-bound book. Their was a fish tooled into the cover. Lifting it carefully, he opened it to the first page. The Writings concerning J’shua Ha Mashiach.

He turned the page.

In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth.

He felt a buzz in his flesh. It was a sign. Her button led him to this book. It was a new connection with Little Soldier. He had never read a book before.

The Melazera’s had a library, a large room with shelves of books. Gaelib had taught him to read and write scrolls and coded messages. Caileagh had trained him in all the rituals he must perform from her parchments. But he had never held a book.

He had long ago decided that his training from Geleib might be wrong. But he had to follow his lord. There was too much uncertainty. To disobey would earn him a beating. And if he lost Gaelib Melazera’s favor, he might be given to Caileagh. He shivered at the thought.

He turned the page. His mind seized upon every word like a lifeline. He’d been floating in oblivion, mindlessly obedient to his training until he met Little Soldier. Her light sparked an ember that became his guide, a beacon pointing to choices, permitting him to make his own decisions. Now, he could see he was lost, and the light was calling to him.

It was almost dawn when he finally closed the book. He went out and stared at the fading stars. He wished to know all their stories. With the shout of first hour from the watchmen, he ran inside and dressed. He hid the book under the floor.

As he walked to the breakfast line, Blackhawk thanked the God of Truth for Little Soldier. And he hoped she was safe.

Was the woman kind to her? Did she have friends? Whenever he ate, he wondered if she had enough to eat. And when he went outside the walls to ride, he imagined her telling him about the gossiping crickets and the water that sounded like a battle. He sometimes pictured her singing the little brave soldier song that had first caught his attention.

Now he had a book from the God of Truth. There was a way out of darkness.

I trust in Little Soldier’s innocent view of you.

 

Chapter 43

Sarah

Sarah wiggled in the saddle. Her bottom ached. They’d been riding for days and days. It seemed that long. She’d tried to use her legs, but they got tired. Snow had fallen while they slept and a chill bit her nose.

The duchess summoned Ma to Lexandria. It seemed miraculous. To be summoned like a noble or a royal ambassador. The Locke’s midwife was ill so she’d recommended the duchess seek out her ma, who was the old midwife’s apprentice long ago.

She’d already pretended to be the princess traveling to marry a prince in a distant land. And several times her troop of knights tracked the bandits that had burned down a village. And they’d crossed the wilderness into a strange land. But now, she was simply miserable Sarah Otual.

“Ma, are we almost there yet?”

“Sarah, you’ve asked that ten times since the sun rose.”

She sighed. “Ma, can we stop, my bottom hurts.”

“Yes, we can eat. But we can’t make a fire or we won’t get to the castle until after dark. Showing up anywhere at night is burdensome. No one is ready to receive you, even when you’re expected.”

When Ma dismounted, Sarah dangled her feet on one side of her horse and let herself down, slowly, as far as she could before she dropped to the ground. She was seven now. She still couldn’t mount a horse without help, but she could get off.

“Let me help, Ma.”

Ma handed her the rough brown blanket. “Thank you.”

Sarah found the flattest spot and spread it on the rocky ground. Many plants she recognized grew along the trail. Ma was teaching her their medicinal uses. Misty green mugwort sprouted between the rocks and she gathered some to use for fevers.

They sat cross-legged and Ma set out a few crackers and sliced off a chunk of cheese. “We are almost there. The next time we stop it will be inside Locke Castle. I think you’ll like it. It is a friendly place. I attended several births with Matylda.”

Rolling to her side, Sarah nibbled the cheese. It tasted sharp and creamy. “How long will we stay there?”

“I do not know. The message was brief. The duchess asks that I care for her daughter who is nearing her time. But I will not abandon the women of our village. So whether we stay more than a day will depend on what allowances they are offering.”

Soon the forest gave way to a patchwork of fields—each a different shade of green. Villages interrupted the narrow road along their way, erupting into shops and markets bustling with brightly dressed people and vendors hawking their wares. They kept riding.

The welcoming gate of the city loomed overhead. Sarah craned her neck to study the plants and animals carved into the pink stone.

Lexandria was known for its stonework. Every slab quarried from the Shining Mountains had a distinct hue. Any color sought could be found there. The stone and the gold mines were the source of the Locke family wealth. They controlled the only gold mine.

Sarah had quite forgotten her sore bottom, there was so much to see.

“We’re here.” Ma said.

Sarah turned to face her, blinking. “”This is the castle?”

“This is the north entrance. It is much more restricted. We would not want to cause a stir and moons of gossip by announcing a new midwife had arrived. The Lockes are very private people. This entrance is where special visitors and servants may enter.”

Ma knocked on the door and a small panel slid open behind a barred opening.

“State your name and your purpose.” The eyes and nose of a dour face tipped up and down at them.

A rolled parchment slid from Ma’s cloak. She pushed it through the grate. “I am Kennah Decker.”

“Wait a moment,” the dour face said.

The door opened and the aroma that struck Sarah could only mean there was a full kitchen inside. Her stomach growled and her mouth began to water.

“Oh, my. There is a feast going on. Can we eat?”

Ma smiled. “I am sure they’ll offer after we present ourselves.”

Sarah envisioned a great feast. First she smelled the roasted onions. Next she picked out chicken and boar and crispy browning potatoes.

All the mouth-watering scents faded away as they followed the page through building after building. Each had carvings around every doorway.

Finally they came to a circular foyer of white stone. In the center was a pillar with a candle clock. Each hour was marked with a dark line. It had burned down to the third hour of the day. Sun lit the room from openings in the roof. Small doors punctuated the walls all around. Except one grand doorway, much higher and wider than the others, was open.

Sarah grabbed Ma’s hand as they proceeded toward the open door.

Inside it was not a throne room, but a parlor with many seating areas of chairs and couches around low tables. Many well-dressed people lounged about in conversation. Some were playing cards or chess.

The chess board with its powerful pieces made her heart ache. She missed her real da.

Finally, A woman approached smiling broadly holding the hand of a girl Sarah’s age. The girl was giggling.

Ma curtsied and Sarah followed.

“Welcome to Locke Castle, Mother Decker.” The older woman said. “I am Ellyth Locke. This is my youngest daughter, Melyssa.” The girl gave a small curtsy. “I am so happy you are here. And this is?” Ellyth nodded at Sarah.

“This is my daughter, Sarah. She is my apprentice.”

“Come, take refreshment. Was your journey difficult?” Lady Locke took Ma’s elbow and lead her to a table with every possible food on it.

Sarah’s mouth gaped as Melyssa handed her a plate. “You must try these. They are my favorite. Dates stuffed with cheese.” She placed three of them on Sarah’s plate. “Mother says, if I eat too many, I will become as fat as Baron Nester over there.” She pointed at a big man whose coat was drawn tight across his chest.

Sarah and Melyssa laughed.

“Mother, may I take Sarah with me to play cards?”

“Yes, but stay in this room. They may want to retire because of their long journey.”

Sarah tossed a glance at Ma who gave her a nod. The girls ran off across the room.

Melyssa taught Sarah how to play several card games. With each turn Sarah looked to see Ma and the lady speaking. Ma looked happy so what she was hearing must be good.

Several hours later, stifling yawns, they were directed to quarters where they could sleep. When Ma tucked her into the sumptuous bed, she said, “How would you like to live here and learn to be a lady?”

Sarah’s shocked face made Ma laugh. She would live in a castle.

 

Chapter 44

Jonathan

Jonathan prayed and prayed as the snow fell heavy on the branches. He should go home, wherever that was, but felt called deeper into Esthlanis. The spirit had always urged him home when the time was right. Except, this last time he had been late. Too late. He missed the word of wisdom. How could he know what to do now that everything was so wrong?

He had no idea how to find them. Surely, she would go to Gorum or the Knights’ School to find him. Praying in the spirit, a calm settled his soul. They were well, so he would continue in Esthlanis until J’shua led him elsewhere. Jonathan farther east than he had ever been, stopped only in primitive villages to see who he would meet. If he felt no divine appointment, he soon forged onward.

Today, he came to a camp in the wilderness. Many tents surrounded a large rectangular building, recently erected of freshly cut pine. As he stood, admiring it, several Esthlani approached briskly, dressed in green woolen cloaks over a tan tunic and breeches, each wearing a plain short sword.

Jonathan bowed. “Greetings, friends. I come bearing the peace of J’shua. I am Jonathan Otual.”

The oldest of the three, a man about thirty, like Jonathan, returned a curt bow. “Please follow me, sir.” He threw open the door.

Inside the new building, the resinous citrus scent was potent and his lungs expanded. The windows high along the southern wall let in streams of light, making bright rectangles on the floor. One other door on the far side lay open, revealing boys practicing with wooden swords.

“Wait here, sir.” The man pointed to a bench, turned and left.

“Thank you, sir,” Jonathan said to the man’s back as lowered himself. He was not unfamiliar with icy receptions, and he did not feel threatened, but he longed to be welcomed warmly again. It seemed the whole world had grown cold. He smiled as he watched the boys, taking him back to simpler times when you exercised and obeyed your elders.

About an hour later the door swung open and a dozen men marched in, followed by boys carrying food and wine skins. An aged man with a long gray beard opened his arms wide as he came closer. “Welcome Sir Otual. Please forgive us for the poor greeting you’ve received. My students have not been taught proper protocol yet.”

Jonathan stood eyeing him. He seemed familiar. “Have we met, sir?”

The man laughed. “No I am sure we haven’t. But I look very much like my brother, Mathu Duine. I believe you know him.”

“Yes. I see the resemblance now,” Jonathan said as he offered his hand.

As the old man took it, he said, “I am Unther. Mathu told me I might encounter you. I am a soldier, sent to train the first years until the daikons arrive. Mathu may have told you of our plan to train Knights of J’shua in Esthlanis. As you can see, we need help. We have three daikons joining us in the spring. Until then, J’shua has provided. Will you help us?”

“I am happy to help,” Jonathan said. “Show me what you’ve accomplished so far.”

 

***

Deep in the woods on a gently sloping hill, Jonathan parried, twisting to his left, as his attacker crashed into him and sent them both sprawling. What had been a sword fight devolved into fists, knees, and elbows until he broke free. Some of the first years were quite experienced and almost men.

Regaining his feet, he backed away, studying the lithe young man he’d underestimated.

The Esthlani dropped into a crouch. A smile played across his freckled face as his foot lashed out.

Jonathan dodged, caught the leg and pulled as his forearm smacked his opponent’s head, dropping the younger man unconscious to the ground.

Stepping clear, Jonathan shook his head. “This is not the way we train on the mountain. If he was not wearing a padded helmet, my last blow could have been fatal.”

“It’s the way we practice.” Sir Fingal, the brusque trainer that greeted him weeks ago, tapped the wooden practice sword. “We don’t pull our blows. We train as we fight, at full force.”

“Cadets must get hurt,” Jonathan said.

“They do. But, as I’ve told you, sometimes that’s the way J’shua teaches us to be quicker.” The Esthlani instructor chuckled as he threw cold water over Jonathan’s unconscious sparring partner. “He was your sixth opponent. Not bad for someone as old as you.”

Jonathan shook his head, sitting on a boulder, wiping his forehead. He’d been guided by J’shua to remain here to help the new Esthlani Knights’ School until the end of the season. Then he hoped to meet Rebekah at the School in Freislicht.

Esthlani training was similar in many ways to Freislicht’s Fellowship of Knights. There were also differences. Still, he had trouble striking as boldly as his Esthlani hosts did, causing him to lose more often when fighting on their practice mats.

It was probably safer for beginners to fight with so much padding. He didn’t need it. The agility he’d gained from working on mountainous terrain was irreplaceable.

Fingal, the most senior of the trainees, slapped Jonathan on the back and squeezed his shoulder. “What’s got you pensive? Home? That wife of yours? Or is it your daughter this time?” Fingal sat beside Jonathan. “From what you’ve told me of Rebekah, she’s as faithful as you. The only thing that could stop her from moving heaven and earth to find you is J’shua guiding her elsewhere…just as he sent you here.”

“At least here, I know what to do.”

“In the four moons you’ve been here, you’ve shown us fighting techniques, tactics, and strategies we knew nothing of…and learned a thing or two, I hope. You have also piqued our curiosity. Your take on the Writings is thought-provoking. It’s renewed our vigor to discover all the secrets they contain.”

“As you, also, have made me look at passages in a new light,” Jonathan mused.

That was an understatement. The Esthlani perspective had quickened his desire to know the infinite wisdom of the Writings. Especially that the God of Truth made every one of us sovereign, with free will, something worth defending. That his small contributions had made a difference was gratifying.

“I know that expression, Freislander. Your modesty is too great,” Fingal teased. “The Premier’s Council has sent agents here more than once to observe you. According to the most recent visitor, they’ve urged the Premier to encourage closer ties between the Fellowships of Esthlanis and Freislicht. There’s even been talk of the Premier aiding your cause.”

“I don’t have a cause other than spreading the good words. I will see if the king would welcome support when I return to Freislicht. But it will take many moons, if not years to organize a return to the wholesome ideals of our country.” Jonathan looked off into the distance. Help from the rulers of Esthlanis was too much to hope for. Even the suggestion was, or should be, beyond consideration. Yet it warmed him.

“As for that wife of yours,” Fingal pressed on, “unless J’shua guides you back together, how do you expect to find her? There are those seeking your life in your home country.”

“I—”

“Rebekah can hardly put out notices in herald stations asking to meet you. They would be waiting for you. Nor can you blunder about asking for her without promptly landing in some dungeon.”

“That may be the case.” Jonathan sighed. It was a conundrum. He wanted to interrogate someone, beat them until he knew how to proceed, who to chase. He had to find them, but he was sure the spirit was telling him to wait.

“In fact,” Fingal grinned, “if you don’t get back to work, your reunion could be delayed for years.”

Jonathan snorted, then picked up the practice sword, tapping the dull wooden blade in his opposite hand. If teaching and training might hasten the meeting with his wife and daughter, it was time to get back to it. Until he had information, he knew nothing better to do than serve J’shua here.

After several more weeks, the last of the snow melted and Jonathan returned to Kalmah and the Braying Donkey Inn. His eyes met Blake Tolmach’s, which lit up immediately, along with a grin. He was a fixture at the inn, many Esthlani merchants made arrangements with him.

“You’ve been busy,” Blake said, embracing the knight. “You’re making me famous, or maybe infamous, because of our friendship. Gossip says you met with Mathu Duine, the Steward to the Premier of Esthlanis. A man that many hold in high esteem.”

Jonathan put his hands on his hips. “Is that all they have said of me? That I consort with politicians? Were my travels not mentioned? Was the reappearance of a knight not worthy of a few comments?”

“Fishing for compliments is not like you, knight.”

“Ha. I am astounded by your country.” Jonathan turned to watch the moon rise. “I appreciate your people’s understanding of liberty. You have enlightened me, especially regarding Paul’s letter to the Galatians: Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Mashiach has made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.”

Jonathan turned back to his friend. “I wonder if I have had any effect.”

“You have.” Blake folded his arms. “You’re the center of all the gossip. It’s said you’ve been all the way to our eastern border, to Petinbrok in the far north, and followed the Sea of Glass west before turning southward. And everywhere you’ve gone, tales of the return of the Knights of J’shua have sprung up as if an army of such men roamed the land. Not just you.”

“People exaggerate. However, it was as cold as everyone said it would be up north.” Jonathan winced and laughed.

“I speak only the truth. You are blind to your effect on others. As for my country,” Blake smiled, “every man in Esthlanis is expected to defend himself against any that would subjugate them, especially our rulers. Our wise men teach Freislicht fell into darkness because your people became complacent, relying on the swords of others.”

“There is more than a little truth to that,” Jonathan agreed. “But how do we reverse it?”

“More cofaidh?” Blake smirked.

“I am not sure this drink will catch on in Freislicht.” Jonathan shook his head, sipping the bitter brew. “The journey toward restoration must start with the Writings.”

“I am sure it will, according to your teaching, ‘If any man be in Mashiach, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.’ Did I quote you correctly?”

Jonathan laughed. “So they are sharing what I’ve taught.”

“Most certainly. Every home in Esthlanis has the complete Writings. On their twelfth name day, every boy and girl receives the book and their first steel sword to ensure they learn both.”

Jonathan nodded. “I see the proof of your ways in the people of Esthlanis, resilient and kind. I will share what I’ve learned with my daikons.”

As soon as the weather broke, he would start riding for Freislicht and the Knights’ School.

The next morning, the sky was clear. Jonathan went south from Esthlanis through Tarinland and into Freislicht. It would take nine days to travel to the Knights’ School. He noticed that even in Tarinland, most wore a blade.

How could our people have lost this wisdom? Very few in Freislicht can wield a sword.

Jonathan rode through the polished oak gate that greeted him with the opening statement of the creed of the Knights of J’shua:

[Endeavor to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.]

Upon entering the front doors, memories flooded back. His eyes roamed up the wide oak staircase, imagining the stampede as he and his friends rushed down and out into the cold, fresh air. The quiet reminded Jonathan that the boys would be on the mountain.

It was a demanding five-year training course, but he’d thrived in it. Each day started with prayer and study of the Writings. Later, the boys taught other students what they had learned. In the afternoon, the boys ran to the kitchen, picked up food sacks, and headed for the mountain. Even in the rain or snow, they lived up there for some part of every day and, occasionally, many days straight.

The apprentice knight on duty while everyone else was on the mountain, bowed. “Welcome Sir Otual. My name is Tedric. How can I serve you?”

“Thank you, Tedric. I was hoping that my wife had come here to find me or perhaps that she had left me a letter.”

“I am sorry, Sir Otual. There have been no visitors in recent moons, not since the new recruits came in the fall. But we will watch for her.”

“Thank you, son. I’ll give you a message for my wife if she comes.”

It was a simple matter to leave a letter for Rebekah, which unencrypted read:

Beloved wife,

Know that my love for you and Sarah is never-ending and that nothing except J’shua’s guidance could keep me from searching for you, finding you, and bringing you both to safety. Yet, his voice urges me to continue my mission. Even so, I look for you everywhere.

If J’shua makes a way, I will be at the school on the first day of each season. If not, I shall do my best to leave letters here for you.

Leave a letter if you cannot be here on those days. Then I will know you are safe and what has befallen you since our parting. Or if you can, remain at the school and wait for me.

David is happy with his studies. You and Sarah are always in our thoughts and prayers,

Your husband,

Jonathan

He spoke with Daikon Baxter. Jonathan told him all his woes and how his missions had gone since last he had been there. Baxter became quite animated when he shared about the Knights’ School that had been founded in Esthlanis.

Jonathan accepted the daikon’s warm embrace and his promise to spread the word of his search and to pray. The gesture had brightened Jonathan’s soul.

As he rode away from the School to Mestelina, he mused that being on the road by himself was sometimes lonely, but a still, small voice reminded him, You are never alone.

 

Chapter 45

Owakar

It was the full moon of winter in the thirtieth year of King Edal, nine moons as an apprentice watcher.

Owakar waited for Alocrin outside the Lion and Tiger Inn. His mentor and friend had much more experience with the people of the density. Meeting here every moon, Owakar was happy to learn all that Alocrin could teach him about helping them.

They sat at their favorite small table in a corner.

Alocrin continued, “You must be careful not to reveal too much. They wish to have everything, immediately. To guide them, a word of wisdom or word of knowledge must be timely, and simply enough to get them moving in the right direction. When they know too much they get puffed up and strut around, crowing like roosters. Hopefully, they make better choices as they learn.”

Owakar promised to remember the lesson.

 

Rebekah

Rebekah was again at the capital, High Keep, her fourth stop on her circuit as a plow merchant. It was different this time. She knew where she’d be staying, had an arrangement with a local stable, and knew which taverns to frequent and which to avoid.

Or she hoped she did.

To her amazement, she continued making a significant profit. She thought her disguise as Tommas Bekh would help her get information, but people were even more friendly than expected. What’s more, listening to the gossip was a great way to meet new prospects.

The manager of the Poplar Inn greeted her with more than the usual pleasantries. Smartly dressed, he presented Tommas Bekh with eleven messages.

She’d been hoping for one or two. Eleven surprised her. “If sales keep growing like this,” she muttered, “I’m going to need an assistant.”

One, a missive from Major Patrik Gonnels read:

Looking forward to seeing the new models at midday on the first half-moon of the Goat at our location.

She refolded the paper. That meant the Commander’s office. The first half-moon was tomorrow.

Her heart fluttered. This could enhance the reach of Licht Gegen or—destroy it.

 

***

The following morning, Rebekah walked down the bustling street. Her heart ached as she watched a young man twirl his lady, both laughing.

Where are you, Jon?

She forced a smile as she stopped at the butcher shop for some dried meat and at the bakery for bread and a journey cake. As she nibbled on the treat, savoring the sweetness, she studied the street vendors, shoppers, and soldiers that passed by.

Ahead, Patrik Gonnels entered the commander’s office. She inhaled deeply and set her countenance. When Rebekah felt the peace of J’shua’s spirit, she followed.

“How may I help you?” the corporal behind the desk greeted her.

“I’m Tommas Bekh,” she said, “a kinsman of Commander Taelor from the south. My mother asked me to pay her respects. Is the commander available?”

“Let me see. Please have a seat, sir.” The corporal nodded toward a chair, left through a door, and returned a moment later. “He’ll see you now. This way, sir.”

Rebekah followed. A large wooden map of the Kingdom of Freislicht, marked with tacks, adorned the wall beside a rack that held the commander’s sword, an axe, and a crossbow. As she entered, a hickory table to her right held a bowl and pitcher. Patrik stood from one of the two chairs before the desk.

“Tommas, how good to see you!” the commander grinned. “Don’t get stuck on formalities. Call me Peter, as you did when we were young.”

She tried to relax. Still, her smile was too tight.

The corporal left, shutting the door behind him.

“Thank you for meeting me, Peter.” Rebekah shook his hand and Major Gonnels’. “And also for your greeting.” She leaned in and whispered, “For a moment, I was sure we’d met before.”

“No matter how this goes,” Taelor motioned to the empty chair, “I have no intention of raising suspicions. The major stands surety for you. That’s reason enough to meet.”

“Major Gonnels also assures me you can be trusted,” she said, “and that you serve the king, not Melazera. You must not discuss what I’m about to tell you with anyone, not even your wife.”

The commander’s eyebrow rose. He assented with a nod. He kept nodding while rubbing his chin as she told him of Licht Gegen’s strategy, their observations, and conclusions.

“Will you help us?”

Commander Taelor paused. “Mister Bekh, I serve the God of Truth, J’shua, and the king…so, yes, I will help you. We will expel this evil, but it will take time to root out.”

Rebekah handed him a folded paper.

Taelor looked at the letter and back at Rebekah. It was nothing special. Someone wrote to their grandfather some pleasantries and said that they were looking forward to a celebration. There were many dates and other numbers mixed in the conversation.

“A code.” Taelor’s lips upturned.

“A letter replacement cipher based on a verse in the Writings,” she said. “If things become more dangerous, we’ll alter the key. Patrik can teach you our protocols.”

“Very clever. If I suspected this was a coded message, I would think the numbers were the key. But the numbers are the message and they key is already known.”

“Yes. And this…” she handed over a second parchment, “…is a partial list of nearby locations where Licht Gegen is active.”

“I appreciate your prudence.” The Commander nodded. “Had you given me a complete list, I’d have had nothing to do with you, no matter how righteous your cause. If you can’t maintain secrecy, you’ll fail.”

“I agree, and had you asked for the full list, I’d have thought you a deceiver,” Rebekah said. “If you need our aid or to pass on information, let Patrik know. God speed. It’s best if I’m not seen with people of influence…unless you want to buy a plow.” She grinned.

“No, no need for that.” Taelor laughed.

There were still ten stops to make. Then she left for the Lion and Tiger Inn.

As she traveled she prayed in the spirit, still ever watchful since stories of bandits were common these days.

When she entered the inn, Teress ran to her and embraced her.

She whispered, “I’ve told the innkeeper, Darell, that you are my cousin.”

Rebekah, smiled broadly. “Have you eaten? Shall we try the savory food I smell?”

“Let’s,” Teress said, pulling her to a table and raising a hand toward the serving girl.

The talked for hours as they always could in the Frei Forest.

”I have to go. I’m taking a detour to the Knights’ School before returning to River Town. I’ll see if Jonathan has been there and leave him a letter.”

Rebekah looked at her trembling hands. “I miss him so, but J’shua has shown me that this is not about what I want.” She wiped away a tear with the back of her hand. “J’shua has perfect timing.”

Teress nodded. “Of course, that is a good way to connect with him. Will you tell him or the daikons what we are doing?”

Rebekah squeezed her hand. “I do not know. I will see what J’shua inspires when I get there. It is better to decide such things in the moment.

“I will pray for you and remind our brothers and sisters from the Frei to do the same.”

“Thank you sister. And I will pray for you also. May the God of Truth bless our work in the name of J’shua Ha Mashiach.”

Rebekah departed as Teress joined another table of revelers. She was good at spreading the message of J’shua and Licht Gegen.

Licht Gegen messages came to Rebekah regularly. Each community of followers met to judge evil doers. Their judgements were then carried to the local lord. If the grievance was ignored, they sent the grievance to the king through the king’s herald system. In the meantime, every malefactor was watched closely to keep them in line. Licht Gegen, very small in scope, but exercising self-government counteracted the apathy that was pervasive across the country.

Today, Amberst, the local daikon, acknowledged her as Tomas Bekh, a messenger for Licht Gegen. Rebekah stood. “Brothers and sisters, your commitment to justice echoes across the

Amberst, the local daikon in Caswell, acknowledged her as Tomas Bekh, a messenger for Licht Gegen. Rebekah stood.. “Brothers and sisters, your commitment to justice echoes across the land. Our cause is noble, and our purpose, unwavering. As for Licht Gegen, we stand united to encourage and uplift one another in submission to J’shua.”

Elias nodded and stood to face the people. “Rebekah speaks true. Our communities may be small, but the ripples of our actions extend far beyond. We are the guardians against apathy, the voices that refuse to be silenced.”

Next Elena, the baker’s wife raised her hand and stood when Elias gave a bow. “We have seen the impact of our actions. The watchful eyes we keep on malefactors remind them that justice will not be ignored. We are the guardians of righteousness.”

When Elena finished speaking and sat, Amberst said, “Each grievance we address is a step towards a brighter future. Our judgments hold weight, for they are not only for us but for the oppressed who cannot speak. Our self-governance is a beacon of hope in a sea of indifference.”

When he nodded to Rebekah, she added, “As we gather today, let us strengthen our resolve. Our cause is just, and our hearts are fueled by the very essence of Licht Gegen. We are not just a community; but as we submit to the God of Truth, we are the embodiment of His loving government.

Elias, raised his hand. “Tomas, speak to us of the path forward. How can we fortify our communities and ensure our messages reach the ears that need to hear them?”

Rebekah smiled, “We shall continue our watch, my friends. Every grievance addressed, every malefactor held accountable, strengthens the foundation of Licht Gegen. But let us not forget the power of unity. Reach out to our brethren in neighboring communities, share our stories, and let the flame of justice burn brighter together.”

Elena exclaimed, “We shall not falter. Our messages, our judgments, will not be in vain. Let every gathering be a testament to the unwavering spirit of J’shua.”

This Licht Gegen fellowship expressed their determination loudly as all the others echoed, “So be it.” They left that meeting with renewed vigor, ready to continue their fight against apathy and injustice, each one a guardian of the light against the encroaching darkness.

 

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